wife and my secrets

Lust for Love

I rushed home after work, and my wife had almost prepared.She was wearing a light pink sheath dress I had given her. It was short and pendulous, just below the thigh, and she had always felt too exposed to wear it.

The wife looks very sexy in this short skirt.Full of breasts, slender waist line, slightly turned hips, white long legs were perfectly outlined, plus a pair of cute, cute pink high heels, the whole person appears youthful, not like a couple of years of marriage, but like a young girl just out of school.

Watching my heart flutter, from behind to embrace her makeup in front of the mirror.She patted my hands off her chest and urged me to get dressed. When I left, I pinched her ass and she almost threw lipstick at me.

Today was our big day, and I changed into a decent outfit. As I drove to the restaurant, I occasionally looked at my wife out of the corner of my eye.She seemed to notice my abusive gaze, but she didn't mention it, and she was enjoying it.

I booked a restaurant with a romantic atmosphere, sweet light music and warm pink lights, which seemed to foil my wife's careful preparation for us.

When entering the restaurant, my wife attracted a lot of people's attention, and even the waiters could not help but secretly look at her. I felt a lot of men cast envious eyes on me, as well as the envious eyes of women, and the pain of men being taught to shout and complain.

At that time, I felt very proud, but also a little uncomfortable.Men's self-esteem is sometimes so puzzling, hope that other men know you have a beautiful wife, but can not stand their kind of unbridled eyes.

The wife also seems to enjoy the atmosphere here, her rare abandon reserved, the performance of the relaxed and generous, readily accept around those infatuated, jealous eyes.

This is a famous restaurant, and I booked a good table three days in advance, in the center of the restaurant.I ordered a candlelight dinner and opened a bottle of wine.

We had a great time eating and talking, and we were excited to feel like we were in love again.Later I asked the musicians to play a love song, and the eyes of the rest of the restaurant turned to us.

The wife had a sweet smile, a giddy flush on her excited face, but tears in her eyes.When I asked her why she was crying, she said she was happy.

In fact, MY heart may be able to understand her mood, we have been hard for so many years, each other are deeply in love with each other, but our love is now like a decadent wooden bridge, facing the possibility of collapse at any time.At that time my eyes are not hot, but I have been repressed.

After dinner, we went for a walk in the park where we used to date and reminisced about the good old days.But then I got a little sad. It felt a little like a farewell ceremony.

I didn't want the atmosphere to last, so I took my wife and ran home.I want to use hot kiss, with body, with passion to warm our increasingly cold feelings, marriage.

When I closed the door, I kissed her passionately, and she responded crazily to me. We greedily sucked warm honey from each other's mouths to get a moment of tenderness.

My hands raced across her back, hips, and chest, trying to create a fiery spark.Her hand clawed back at my back, her nails digging into my flesh.

Not content with tickling through my clothes, I turned up the hem of my wife's skirt and poked my hand inside, feeling carefully as if there were treasures inside.I was so eager that I could not control my strength. I stroked her waist with a twist and felt the pain. She wriggled away like a slippery water snake, but no matter how she fled, she could not escape from my hand.As she sucked, she nibbled my lips with vengeance, pinched my shoulders and arms.

The flames of love and desire burn together, lighting not only our bodies but also our souls,

We panted violently, trying everything we could to stimulate each other.I knead my wife's tender thighs until she starts to ache and pull away. I grab her thighs with both hands and lift her up against the door, frantically trying to kiss her.

My wife tightly hugged my neck, enthusiastically with me, we fragrant tongue winding, exchange nectar.My kisses rained down from forehead, cheek, mouth to neck.She threw her head back and enjoyed everything.

I lowered her, pressed her against the door, sucked on her earlobe, slid my hand down to her inner thigh, rubbed it against the edge of her underwear, harder and harder.

She twisted her back to my rhythm, panted, bit her lip to keep from humming, and frowned slightly, as if she could bear it very hard.

I was seducing her evildoingly, increasing my hand.Not long, jiao panting sound came, across the hands of small underwear also felt a warm, moist.

His wife's infatuating demand, struggling to twist hips, in an attempt to take this with my finger more friction, get more pleasure.She was burning with desire, and SOON I could not bear it, and began to peel her short skirt.

I bought this dress with a little care, because it is easy to take off, and in some cases you can even lift up and pull down your underwear without taking it off.I unzipped the back of my dress, pulled it against the hem, and it fell straight to the floor.

The scenery inside was revealed again, and the two little devils, tugged by their skirts on the floor, were leaping up and down in a way that would have been livelier had they not been braced.

The wife was so absorbed in her desire that she didn't notice it. Maybe she did, but she didn't stop it.

Beautiful women never get tired of looking at their bodies too many times. It's as if there's something inside them that men can never get to the bottom of.I read my wife's body over and over again, always finding something new.

I already know the secret of my wife's body, she is very ticklish, licking her earlobe at the same time, exhale hot breath to stimulate her sensitive neck and ears, she would shy away.While I attack her sensitive areas, ONE hand continues to stimulate the body, the other bra, climb to the top.

My wife took the initiative to undress me and untie my belt.She used to be very passive and shy, which no one would believe. We'd been married for years, we'd never taken a bath together, and when we made love at night, she'd still ask to turn off the lights and try not to scream.

She this sudden change thorn of my lower body instant swelling, she felt the change of my body, the hand accidentally touched my underwear, blushing face looked at me, instant hand shrink back.

She doesn't know that these actions are more damaging to men.I exploded and almost burst my panties, and if she wasn't still wearing panties, I'd just go in there with my panties.

Burning with lust, I was so rude that I ripped off my wife's bra and threw it on the floor, and the little devils jumped right in front of me.

For s*x, my wife is always very passive, shy, I can only show the gentle, we make love like a continuous rain in early spring, there is no ten thousand horses galloping grass flying.My wife was obviously a little surprised at my sudden rudeness.

I was so dominated by desire that I had no time to notice my wife's reaction.I knead the imp with one hand, twirling the pink bud, and with the other I pull at the last shaming cloth.

Just as I was about to touch, my wife suddenly pressed my hand.I looked at her doubtfully, from her eyes I also saw desire, but her eyes told me not to be here, motioned to the bed.

I really can't understand why she can put up with it at this stage.I'm so horny right now, I don't care, and I think it's more fun here.

I pulled the last thin piece of cloth to her knees. Then, without taking off my shirt, I took off my underwear.

I lifted my wife's thighs and hoisted her against the door, but she refused. She wriggled her hips to avoid my attack, but she wouldn't let me.

Having learned my lesson last time, I did not dare to force my way in again. I looked up at her, eyes full of anxiety and longing.The lust in her eyes was clear, but she still insisted on getting into bed.We confronted each other for a few seconds, and finally, intransigently, I sighed and carried her to the bedroom.

Somehow, as I walked back to my bedroom, my lust was not as strong as it had been at first.I lay on top of her and warmed up again.But she is not the same, seems to maintain the mood just now, I only knead, suck a few times, she can not stand, the whole body soft, like an octopus on my body.

She does not like too intense, I can only move gently, kiss her face, stroking her hair, slowly stroking, hoping to warm up her body, hoping to get a warm response from her.But her enthusiasm is always maintained in a very low degree, although she will respond to me, but only a small amount of a little movement, at most just hug me, stroke my back.

Her cooperation, in my opinion, is more like duty, MY warm flirtation, her response is always so bland.It's depressing, but it's still burning inside me, and I have to let it out, or it'll drive me crazy.

My wife closed her eyes and dared not even look at me as I dragged my gun into the murky pool.I was driven in and out by desire, but there was no relief at all, and her groans were muffled into oblivion.

In the midst of this onslaught, it dawned on me that our problems were still unresolved.We spent a lot of effort, turn half a circle, the original has been in a circle, now back to the origin.

I suddenly felt a little ridiculous that I had other things on my mind when I was having s*x with my wife in my arms. I wanted to say pathetic, but I didn't think it was fair to use that word.

In the middle of it, I suddenly lost my interest and could not help thinking of the intoxicating Chloe.Angry that I was being unfaithful to my wife, I withdrew from her body and sat on the head of the bed.