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My life after marriage is rather monotonous because I work in an office and my daily love life is also very stereotyped. Plus, my wife is illiterate and doesn't know much about romance, so our sex life is basically routine. I thought about climbing up, caressing her a little, and inserting my penis into her when she was wet. I kept doing it until I was done. I didn't know whether she had an orgasm or not. As I recall, she seemed to be very passionate every time and often very crazy. However, I always feel unsatisfied and always covet other beautiful girls or women in my heart, but of course I have the desire but not the courage. It's just wishful thinking.
If you want to be promoted as a cadre, you cannot have any problems. In particular, there must not be any work style problems, so most people in the agency are very serious. Even if they occasionally have some lustful feelings, they will bury them deep down.
One day, I suddenly received a letter from Guangzhou. When I saw the familiar handwriting, my heart was excited. Before I read the content, I turned to the last page, and sure enough, her name was written there: Meizi. In the letter, she recounted her study experience after leaving me and our school, and how she failed the entrance exam by two points and then went south to work. In the money-driven society of the South, she worked hard to maintain her innocence, and could never forget her first love. Therefore, she wrote to me to tell me that if I could not agree to accept her love, she would not believe that there was true love in the world, and she would marry a Taiwanese boss and then sink into depravity. The letter felt heavy in my hands, and I couldn't sleep for several days because of it.
When I was teaching, there was a student who had always admired me very much. When she was in the third grade of junior high school, she wrote me a love letter. At that time, I had just graduated from college for a year or two and had not yet married. My mind was not much polluted by society, and I treated my students the same as my younger brothers and sisters. Although we were not in a relationship, I simply could not accept the courtship of such a young student. I thought it was a joke. I talked to the student alone and told her: Sowing spring seeds in winter will not produce any results. Ask her to study hard. She actually burst into tears, and her crying was so loud that it scared me. Looking at her who turned and ran out of my dormitory, I found that she was so fair and beautiful, with innocent eyes. She had really grown up, she was so tall, her braids were so long, her waist was so slender, and her hips were so round. For the first time, I felt a desire for her and thought that it would be nice to marry her, but she was my student. I can't cross this gap. It's as incredible as imagining marrying your own sister. She transferred to a school in another county soon after. This made me feel empty inside and wonder if I was too hasty in handling this issue.
Thinking about this issue today is not as simple as it was back then. I have a thriving career and a child. Accepting her love means giving up all of this. This is simply impossible. But I couldn't bear to see her fall, especially to see her marry a Taiwanese man in his fifties for money. For some reason, I was very worried about her life in the South. I doubted her purity, although she repeatedly confessed that she had always maintained her chastity for the sake of her unforgettable first love. But I don’t believe it - can this big melting pot of the South tolerate the existence of purity?
I wrote her a long letter in reply, thanking her for her respect and love, but I could not accept her love. I told her many life lessons and asked her to improve herself through self-study and build a career in the south. I also promised her that I would be her big brother or friend for life. As long as she was happy, she could write to me at any time and I would reply to every letter.
After sending this letter, I felt a sense of sacredness in my heart and thought I was noble and pure. In fact, deep in my heart, I had already been eager to try and yearn to possess all her mysteries. Since then, we have been communicating frequently. She even took part in the self-study exam of South China University of Technology. In two years, she completed five courses and was awarded the title of outstanding student. She said this was the power of love. She sent me the original copies of all her completion certificates and honor certificates to show their authenticity and sincerity. Her genuine love moved me to the core.
During the long-term communication process, she not only gradually understood my sense of responsibility and ambition, but also admired and respected me even more, thinking that "you are worthy of my love" and that a man with ambition and responsibility is enough to cover and embrace all of love. She said: "I am willing to keep this love forever, even if I can't get you in my lifetime."
As she grew older, her love gradually turned into an invisible pressure. When she was 24, I was already 35. The dullness of my family life forced me to make choices all the time. Although my position had risen to a certain level, life was so boring and tedious. As a third-rate writer, it was very depressing.
One day, I went to an entertainment venue with a bunch of buddies for dinner and entertainment. Each buddy had a lady to accompany him. They accepted our caresses obediently like wives and gave us warm responses. I felt so dirty that I couldn't flirt with these wild chicks anymore and felt so sorry for her true love. I paid the bill and slipped away early.
When I got home, I wrote a long letter overnight, expressing my acceptance of her love even if it meant giving up everything, but I asked her to give me time to resolve these problems. The next day after I sent the letter, I regretted it. I rashly broke the balance between us and I can't actually keep this promise. She sent the package very quickly, and there was only one line of words in it: Thank you for your love! Everything about me is at your disposal, even if you can't do it in the end.
I am still haunted by these words. Next, we repeatedly discussed the time and place of our first meeting. With my freedom, I could go to the south to see her, and she invited me to do so many times. In my job, I have traveled to almost all major cities across the country, but I didn't dare go to the city where she was. I was afraid that I would end up hurting her and regretting her. The location was changed again and again and the time was postponed again and again. She always said, it's up to you.
One day in May 2005, I was attending a meeting in the provincial capital. I told her in the phone that I might fly over to see her in three days. However, that evening, my cell phone rang and she told me on the phone that she had arrived in my provincial capital and was staying at the Qingchuan Hotel on the Yangtze River. She said coquettishly: I'm here waiting for you.
My heart suddenly rose to my throat. Without even thinking about it, I took a taxi to Qingchuan Hotel. At her door, my hands were shaking as I pressed the doorbell. She stood one meter away from the door with a confident smile on her face. For some reason, I calmed down when I saw her. I just glanced at her, closed the door and sat on the sofa. In comparison, she was too young and too radiant, while I was already fat and bloated. She was obviously much more mature and beautiful than the slightly thin girl in the past. Moreover, she was wearing pajamas, revealing her curves, which was very attractive.
I said, "Look, you are so young, how can I accept your love?"
She stood in front of me, tears welling up in her eyes. She cried and said, "You don't understand me at all. Everything I have is for you..."
I opened my arms and said: Stop talking, how could a fool like me be so blessed.
She gently threw herself into my arms, curled up, twitching and trembling. After a long time, as I patted her gently, she raised her head and pouted her attractive red lips. The moment I kissed her lips was the most touching, exciting and passionate feeling I have ever had in my life. Her lips were as tender as peaches and as smooth as tofu, and my whole body melted on her lips. When my hands involuntarily touched her body, I found that she was not wearing a bra on her plump chest under her pajamas. Her round breasts were both firm and soft. Under her flat belly, there was only a small pair of purple knitted panties covering her private parts that were as bulging as steamed buns. I carried her to the big bed and gently and slowly enjoyed her young, strong, soft and tender body. She closed her eyes and twisted her body, letting my hands and lips wander over her body. I was shocked again when I took off her purple panties and saw her white and perfect private parts. She is the third woman I have been close to, and I have never seen anyone so plump, round and round. There was sparse pubic hair on her pubic mound, which looked particularly charming against her fair skin. Drops of water emerged from the pink slit and gradually merged and flowed down along the groove. I couldn't bear to use my hands to separate her tightly closed labia, so I just used the tip of my tongue to gently lick the vaginal fluid overflowing from the slit. Her private parts had a faint fragrance, and the vaginal fluid had a sour sweet taste. She finally twisted her hips and shouted, Come on! Come on, I want you. So I pressed on her soft body, blocked her little mouth with my lips, and sucked her tongue. She spread her legs and let my hard thing press against her slit. In a panic, I couldn't get in. She said: Gently, gently... I poked and thrusted randomly. You know, when my wife married me, I entered her carelessly. She was no longer a virgin. My first lover was not a virgin either when we had sex for the first time. I had no experience in this, so I ejaculated very quickly and in the end I still didn't get inside. When she turned over and caressed and comforted me as I was sweating profusely, I felt both sacred and ashamed. I said: I am old and I am useless. A feeling of inferiority came over me. She laid naked on me and said: You are too tired, you have a career, a family, and I keep causing you trouble... If I were your wife, I would definitely take good care of you and make you younger. She kissed me all over my body obsessively, and I relaxed my whole body, stroking her plump, white, round buttocks and tender, plump breasts in her kiss. I feel that I can't live without her in this life. She put my thing into her warm little mouth and sucked it gently. This was the first time for my thing to enjoy such a noble treatment. In just two or three minutes, it became erect, hard and violent. My thing has never felt so hard and painful in recent years. I sat up and moved her body over. This time I could appreciate her and satisfy her slowly and calmly. I sat between her open thighs, pressed her thighs against my legs, and then used my hands to gently open her watery slit. I saw that under the firm clitoris, there was a small hole full of thick water. I aimed my glans at the hole and rubbed it gently, then pushed it in hard. Finally, my glans was contained by the hole. I felt my thing was tightly clamped by her little vagina, with blood oozing around it. I pumped a little bit, continuously, deepening, until most of the thing was in her vagina. Then I pulled out my bloody penis, pressed on her again, kissed her lips, and gently entered her. I gently entered her from shallow to deep while thrusting, and finally, my entire penis was inside her full vagina. My whole body almost melted in her warm vagina. At that moment, I would not regret it even if I died after fucking her. She became more and more excited, her body changed from twisting slowly to shaking wildly, and I also increased the speed of thrusting. "Ah...ah, my darling...I'm going to die..." she screamed loudly, and I quickly held her down with my mouth, "Don't scream, don't scream, your vagina is too perfect...I must marry you in this life." A torrent of liquid poured from her vagina onto my glans, and my entire penis was clamped by the contractions of her vagina as if I had ascended to heaven. I ejected all the repression of the past decade into the depths of her vagina, and the penis did not shrink for a long time inside, and I could even thrust gently and slowly inside. Her arms kept holding my butt tightly and she was reluctant to let go for a long time.
"It's worth dying from now on." This was the first sentence she said after waking up, and it was exactly the same as how I felt. She said, "If we can't get married, you have to fuck me at least twice a year, no, four times; no, eight times..." After just having sex, she said she wasn't shy at all about "fuck". Women are really weird.
I said, I promise to fuck you at least 12 times a year, once a month.
She hugged me tightly and said, "This is my good husband. You are so strong, yet you still say you are old. I will stay with you for the rest of my life."
That night, after we went out to eat, we returned to the hotel and showered each other. Then we hugged each other and put my little brother in her newly deflowered pussy and slept all night. I liked it this way, and she also said that although it was a little painful, it was comfortable...
For me, I have experienced many women, but the woman who really left a deep impression on me in terms of emotions and sex is her, my first lover Mei. She has no demands or obligations on me, and I don't have any social burdens when I'm with her. Sometimes, she is like a little sister, playful and innocent around me; sometimes, she is like a mother, caring for me meticulously. Especially when we make love. She always caters to my interests in every way possible. Everything about her is pure and fresh to me. Seeing her face is like seeing a newly opened gardenia, white and fragrant; seeing her figure is like seeing willows sprouting in early spring, slender and graceful; seeing her plump and round pussy is like seeing a newly opened lotus, so lovely...
Ever since we spent four crazy and romantic days in Wuhan, I can no longer let her go. Her pussy is so tempting and unforgettable to me. So much so that when I go home, whenever I lie on the bed or close my eyes, I will recall her pussy, and think of every little thing I did with her, including the feeling of every time I thrust inside her pussy. I can't find the sexual impulse in my wife. Fortunately, she has always been indifferent to this. Even if I don't visit her for a month, she won't feel lonely. She likes to play mahjong and gamble with her female friends all night long.
In the first ten days or so after leaving Mei, I spent my time completely in the torment of missing her. We make phone calls every day, and each call lasts for half an hour, an hour, or even longer. Most of the topics discussed were about the longing and yearning for each other. She says every day: I want to lie in your arms, I want you so much. Her voice was like a dream. I always ask her, where do you want me? She said: It's your favorite place. I said: Every part of your body is my favorite, including your hair, your face, your ears, your lips, your neck, your breasts, your belly button, your thighs, your feet, and your pussy... She said: The place I miss you the most is the place you mentioned at the end, she wants you to fuck her... Which place did you mention at the end? I teased her on purpose, and she said, you are so bad, it's right there, she lowered her voice and said: Pussy... My thing was as hard as an iron rod, pushing up my pants and my semen was oozing out. She said: I won't allow you to abuse my little cutie, you must treat her well, or I won't forgive you. I said: She wants to fuck you every day now, but she has no choice, so she can only masturbate. She said: I don't allow you to masturbate, it will harm your body. She hesitated for a long time and said: Can't you vent to her? I said I have no way to arouse my interest in her anymore, I just want to fuck you. She was sad and complained that she couldn't come over. She also complained that she couldn't help but come over to disturb me and disrupt my private life. She said: If you are really sad, go out and find a healthy and beautiful whore. This is much better than masturbation. I said you don’t blame me? She said: Men are bound to act ridiculous from time to time, but as long as you don't take it seriously, don't act like a kite with a broken string, and don't look for sick chickens, there will be no problem. After I marry you, I will never interfere in your private life, as long as you truly love me. I said: Does this mean that I can't interfere with your private life? She said: Don't worry, everything I have is yours. I was born for you. Everything I have is open to you alone. I will help you protect and take good care of everything you like. She said that in order to maintain a healthy body shape, she learned aerobics, sword dancing and running after work and study every day. I said: You must train your pussy to make it tighter and warmer. She said yes. I guarantee it will be like new every time. She said: I recently found a book about exercising vaginal muscles to enhance vaginal vitality and sexiness. I contract my vagina more than 500 times every morning and evening to welcome your arrival. I guarantee that my pussy will give you a happy fuck...After hearing this, I ejaculated in my pants.
I couldn't suppress my strong desire to visit her. Although work could be carried out normally, my mind and energy were obviously not on my career. Many things were left to my deputies. We exchanged letters almost every week. In addition to telling each other about our lives and missing each other after separation, every letter she wrote about how much she longed for me to penetrate her pussy, and penetrate it madly. She never tired of recalling the days and nights we made love together, recalling her excitement and satisfaction, and praising my thing for being so big, hard, brave and tenacious. She said: Every time you penetrate the deepest part of my pussy, I feel fulfilled and satisfied, and my impetuous heart becomes gentle in every way. Once she said, on the third day in Wuhan, you fucked my pussy so hard that it became red and swollen, and the slit of my pussy was swollen and shiny, but I still felt very happy. Even if my lover fucked my pussy to pieces, I would be willing and I would be just as happy...
About two months after we last met, I finally couldn't help but take a late flight to Guangzhou on a Saturday afternoon. In order to give her a surprise, I called her after arriving at the Yuancun Living Area where the company she worked and said: Guess where I am? She said: You must be sitting at the table in your house writing me a letter, right? I said: No, guess again. She said: I can't guess. You run around here and there every day, who knows where you are? Are you picking up pheasants? I said: Silly girl, I'm here to pick you up. I am now in the Yuancun living area, and I have rented a room for couples in the Navy Guesthouse. She screamed: Really? I'll be right there.
I placed the wine and food I had bought long ago on the coffee table, then turned off the lights and lit a red candle. The red light filled the room, making this neat and spacious room look like a new house. Hearing the door open, I stood behind it, gently opened it and said: Please! She closed the door casually, threw herself into my arms with tears in her eyes, stood on tiptoe and kissed me, "XX, I miss you so much," she called my nickname, hugged me and kissed me madly. During the kiss, she kicked off her shoes, and I picked her up and laid her flat on the large double bed. Taking off her white orchid dress, her fair skin looked pink and tender under the candlelight, her breasts were full and firm, and her pussy wrapped in white panties seemed fuller and rounder than last time. She kept twisting her body, calling me by my nickname and saying: I want you, fuck me, fuck me quickly! I miss you so much. Her whole body was like a raging fire, burning away all our sanity. I took off my clothes, held her in my arms, let her full breasts press against my chest, and my hands kept wandering around her back, buttocks and pussy. Her lips sucked so hard that my lips and tongue hurt. When I used my fingers to separate her delicate labia to search for her clitoris, my hand touched the slippery and overflowing vaginal fluid. She was already impatient and said, "Fuck it, fuck it now." She was mumbling anxiously, and my thing had already become hard as iron. With the strength of her hugging me on her body, I turned over on top of her and aimed my penis at her wet pussy, thrusting it in and out little by little, gently. Her pussy is still so tight and sealed, just like a small mouth sucking. Every thrust of mine was filled with heart-stirring excitement. My favorite sound was the sound of uncorking a bottle when pulling my penis out of her vagina...like the sound of a greedy child sucking on a nipple. What more could one ask for in this world if one could fuck such a healthy, pure, plump and beautiful pussy? I slowly thrust in and out as she put her hands on my waist and moved them, enjoying her thoroughly. She twisted her head, waist and buttocks to please me, moaning non-stop. Every time I thrust into her, she responded with satisfaction and happiness. For a middle-aged man to be able to satisfy such a young woman so much, this kind of confidence is substantial. She is fundamentally reshaping my personality. When I fuck the pussy of the girl I love so much, all the other women in the world no longer matter to me. I really wish I could fuck her pussy like this for the rest of my life until I die. I don't know how long I had been thrusting. As the speed of her hands and ass movements increased, I also increased the frequency of my thrusts, each time penetrating deep into her cunt. "Ah! Ah! My XX, my sweetheart... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck... fuck..." Her cunt was contracting more strongly than last time. My glans became numb and tense, and all the semen in my cavity was spilled deep into her cunt. She seemed to be asleep during the subsidence of her orgasm, but she still hugged me and wouldn't let my thing pull out of her pussy. In order to avoid that she would have difficulty breathing, I wanted to slide down her body, but she wouldn't let me. She hugged me tightly with her arms and said: It would be better if my little cutie never comes out. I was very surprised that after I ejaculated in her vagina every time, my penis would not soften for a long time and could still be thrust in and out gently and for a long time. I've been with so many women and fucked so many pussies, but I've never felt this way. In short, I don’t know how long I fucked that night. After pulling the thing out of her pussy, she fell asleep peacefully, and I began to caress and taste her body and pussy carefully until my thing became hard again and I inserted it into her pussy again.
It seemed to be around four in the morning when we got up to drink and eat. We were both naked, clinking glasses and feeding each other food. In between, she stroked my penis for pleasure, and I rubbed her breasts, touched her thighs, and fingered her vagina for her pleasure. I asked her: Why is your pussy so beautiful and plump? She said: That's because there is a XX (my nickname) in this world, and he needs a good fuck so that he can be healthy and live a long life... I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her. Then, bury your head in her pussy and taste the sweetness and fragrance of her pussy. I swallowed all the secretions from her pussy. I believe that the reason I am still as strong as a young man in my 40s is entirely because of the constant nourishment from her pussy juice. When she could no longer control herself, I picked her up and put her on the bed, inserted my thing deep into her and fucked her hard. The sound of our fans was fast and loud, and the rocking sound of the bed and her moans were also clear and pleasant to the ears.
This time, I fucked her until she reached orgasm three times in a row before I ejaculated. But after that time, I didn't fuck her again until the next night. My lover Mei and I have been having sex non-stop since we met, and we are both so tired.
After that, I went to Guangzhou to see her every one or two months, of course, mainly to fuck her sweet pussy. It's still like this until now and I don't know what this is. It definitely can't be considered a mistress. It's a bit like a concubine but only in name. There is one thing I still don't understand. After so many years with her, she has never been pregnant. In fact, I really want to have a child with her. She never tells me why. Maybe she is prepared in advance every time. Otherwise, I have always been accurate in my shooting. If she can also read this article, she will definitely know that it was written by me. I would like to solemnly tell her again: Although I have not divorced and married her yet, what I truly love in my heart is her and her good pussy. Please give me a son.
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