A quiet and busty girlfriend (wife and mature adult novel)

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My girlfriend is 24 years old this year. When she was in college, she was recognized as an intellectual beauty in the class. She had good grades and was beautiful. She usually wore glasses, dressed conservatively, and was quiet and gentle, but she revealed a little charm in her every move.
There are countless suitors. She has always presented herself as an iceberg beauty, so although she is approachable, it is difficult to get along with her.
This made all the suitors in the class give up.

As one of his many suitors, by chance and coincidence, one day four years ago, I finally opened the heart of this cold beauty and entered her world.

The outward indifference of such girls is just a cover-up for their inner desires, and this is true for most girls. Got her heart,
Her people were easily defeated.

After we started dating, the inner desire of this cold beauty was aroused and developed by me, a hungry wolf, and over the past four years it has become increasingly uncontrollable. When I had sex with her for the first time, I found out that she was not a virgin. I was not angry after finding out, but rather excited. I often asked her indirectly about her past love history. When I learned that her first boyfriend got it but could not satisfy her, I felt extremely comforted.

The sense of superiority made me feel a little flattered, because after all, every time we had sex, she would always have continuous orgasms. Her intellect had completely turned into lust, so her first relationship did not bring me much burden. Instead, it made me feel comfortable and even numb, mistakenly thinking that I was the strongest warrior in the world.

Until the year she graduated from college, the class had a farewell dinner. I understood the sadness of everyone at that moment, and was prepared that my girlfriend would be forced to drink some alcohol. Out of understanding and trust in her, I never disturbed her. It wasn't until around 10 o'clock in the evening that I couldn't hold back my anger and sent her a text message when I saw that she had no response. I called her, but she didn't answer... Later on, she still didn't answer... She never answered again... I felt like I had eaten something bad at that time. I was angry but worried at the same time.

I kept calling and texting, and finally, at around 12 o'clock, my cell phone rang. "Sorry, dear, I'm here at XXX." These simple words were enough to make me collapse.

XXX is her roommate’s ex-boyfriend. When they were dating, my wife’s roommate was often bullied by him and was even beaten so badly that her body was bruised. But even so, the two of them continued to date for more than two years. The reason is: this man is extremely capable. My wife's roommate once confided in her and said that he made her feel extremely excited and unable to extricate herself in this aspect, otherwise she would not be so reluctant to let him go.

My wife has told me all these things, but I never paid attention to why she said these things to me. Now I have come to realize: Could it be that my flirtatious girlfriend has been harboring fantasies about him for a long time? Could it be that they both had fantasies about each other... My mind was in a mess, and I continued to call and text frantically, but there was still no response...

At around 2 o'clock, a text message rang, "Sorry! Honey, I had sex with him." When I saw this text message, I felt like the whole world collapsed. I don't remember how I replied, I just remember saying all the harsh words I could think of, and then turned off the phone. It's determination, but also an escape. I'm afraid that I won't be able to accept the news I might receive next.

After turning off the phone, the world became quiet. I lay in bed, trying hard to recall her description of him and to collect the impression of him in my memory. I remember seeing some photos of my wife in college before, and I have some impression of this person.
He is not tall, about 180cm, with a normal build, not very strong, but very solid, and does not look like he has any special features.

But I vaguely remember the gossip my wife told me: "Do you believe it? Dandan (my roommate) said her boyfriend has no refractory period! One time he did it to her for two hours, but right after he finished, she came again and she almost passed out... Hehe,
Are there really such scary people? Are you talking nonsense? "I still remember that I didn't believe it at all, saying it was absolutely impossible and a lie, because... I really couldn't do it. Every time I did it for an hour, I would be exhausted.
I need to take a nap before coming back.

My wife has a sensitive physique. Every time I stroke her nipples, her whole body trembles and her fluids flow. She cannot be touched below. After I get an erection, it takes less than five minutes for her to reach her first orgasm.

Sometimes I feel that the satisfaction her body brings to men is indescribable. Her usual dignified and quiet dress hides such a sexy body. She is 166cm tall and weighs only 95kg. Her long legs are extremely attractive to men, not to mention her 36D huge breasts on her 2-foot thin waist. She is usually embarrassed to wear tight clothes when going out.

A quiet and pretty girl with long legs, a thin waist and big breasts would attract many murderous looks on campus every day. Unfortunately, XXX is obviously one of them; even more unfortunately, he seems to always attract his wife's attention. This is what they call dry wood and raging fire, right? He must be madly venting the desires he had accumulated for many years.
Can my wife’s delicate and sensitive body withstand it? But...she will also actively cater to it, right? If he fucks her for two hours, how many times will she orgasm...

I had a wicked erection, and I kept thinking about it, kept stroking myself, and came again and again. By 4 o'clock, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already 1pm. I heard someone opening the door in a daze, a familiar sound. I slowly opened my eyes and saw her changing shoes and taking off clothes. Everything seemed so familiar, yet so strange.

When she saw that I woke up, she said nothing, lowered her head, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said, "I'm sorry!" I didn't want to say anything at that time, I didn't want to scold her or beat her, I just didn't want to say anything, and I didn't know what to say, so we were all speechless.

For several minutes, my head kept imagining their night of passion last night. Suddenly, I became extremely curious. The impulse of curiosity overwhelmed all the anger and disappointment. I wanted to know the cause, I wanted to know the process, I wanted to know the result.

"Why?" I asked.

"What?" She suddenly raised her head with some confusion in her eyes.

"I asked why, why did you go to him? Why?!"

"...I'm sorry...don't be angry..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" I said angrily, somewhat exasperated.

"I mean... it's just... we drank a lot yesterday... he toasted me many times... we were all dizzy after drinking... the atmosphere was quite sad and touching, so I was a little... maybe I drank too much, I relaxed a little... he sat opposite me and kept staring at me, I kept trying to avoid him... but he suddenly came over and said he wanted to take me outside to talk for a while."

"You didn't refuse?"

"I wanted to refuse... but I felt bad about it, so I went."

"Then what?"

"Then... he pulled me into a room next door, hugged me, and said he had always liked me, but because of his relationship with Dan, he had never confessed his feelings. Today, he didn't want to suppress it anymore... He hugged me tightly and kissed me non-stop...
He was very strong, he hugged me tight and kissed me hard…” At this point, she couldn’t go on, she lowered her head, and her face turned red.

"Do you like him too?"

When she heard it, she shook her head and was eager to deny it. I didn't respond. After a while, perhaps she felt that she couldn't explain it any other way, so she nodded reluctantly.

"Bitch." I was unusually calm. Maybe it was because her blushing face made me feel reluctant or even proud?

Perhaps she was surprised by my calmness. She looked up at me and I looked at her. Her face suddenly turned redder and she quickly lowered her head. Her chest rose and fell, and her big, elastic breasts were wrapped in the Esprit tight T-shirt, making their outline unusually prominent. Compared with her thin body, they seemed extremely disproportionate. They swayed up and down with her shortness of breath, which was extremely attractive. It is difficult for a man not to be impulsive, let alone someone like him who has a strong sexual desire.

I got an erection again, and all the jealousy and anger in my heart disappeared. At this moment, I had only one thought in my mind: to cuckold my wife, to cuckold this seemingly serious but lustful little piece of meat in a way that was not gentle enough for her.

I grabbed her hair, not too hard, but enough to make her lean down between my legs and in front of my hard cock: "Lick!"

Only then did she notice the changes in my lower body. She was a little surprised and puzzled, but didn't dare to ask more questions. She held my penis with her little hand and kissed the glans.

It’s so cool! Her soft little hands had just the right strength, gently stroking me to keep me high. Her cherry lips delicately served my great general, sucking and spitting non-stop. The perfection was so intense that it made me feel stronger than ever before.

"Did she not resist at all? Or did she not want to resist at all and was dragged home by him?" My curiosity was not satisfied at all.

"Hate it... um... at that time... um... I was quite impulsive... he kissed me so hard that I was a little... distracted...
Just... um... before I knew it... I got in the car with him..."

It was getting more and more fascinating. I reached under her armpits and held her breasts. "Ah!"
She trembled again with excitement. Still so sensitive, you bastard.

"You want it so badly, you want to be fucked by him?"

"Hate... no..."

"You still dare to lie to me? Do you?" I pinched her big breasts hard, and she screamed in pain: "Don't...
"Be gentle... yes... he... is indeed attractive to me... I always... hear Dandan say that... after a long time... I will miss him..." As she spoke, she licked a little randomly, and it was obvious that she was really aroused.

At this time, I reduced the strength of my hands and became gentle. I understood that my wife needed some encouragement at this time, so I began to use foreplay techniques to rub her breasts. Her breathing became more and more rapid, her eyes were seductive, and her excitement level slowly rose, so that the little mouth that was giving me a blowjob was increasingly losing its rhythm, but this made me even more impulsive.

I continued to pursue her and stimulate her body. Slowly, she lost her ability to resist and
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