Chapter 1 — How to Enjoy a Married Woman - Thanks to My Wife - Part 8

Only a day had passed, yet I saw another side of her—one I never imagined.

When we first met, she looked like a fresh-faced college girl in a crisp pleated skirt, bright and lively. Yesterday, she appeared worn but pure, obedient and modest, the picture of quiet femininity.

And today? Today she was so strikingly sensual and dazzling that I couldn't believe this was the same woman.

She wore a navy-blue mini skirt with a charcoal-gray semi-formal jacket, sleeves neatly folded back to reveal the crisp white cuffs of her blouse beneath. Her outfit was completed with sheer black stockings and high heels—elegant, perhaps a little too high. Her hair, damp and softly waved, clung to her neck and shoulders, completing the look of a woman who had stepped out of a fashion magazine.

< I thought you were a famous actress. >

< Pfft~ Come on, let's go. >

She dropped her cigarette in surprise as I stared—her beauty was that shocking.

She grinned at me, radiant, and boldly linked her arm through mine.

I opened the passenger door and held her hand, not letting go until her body was fully inside the car.

< I'm stunned… I almost didn't recognize you… >

I reached out and gently stroked her hair, like comforting a good girl, but suddenly—she pressed her lips to mine.

Smack, smack!!

Two quick kisses on my lips, then that same playful smile.

< Just a thank-you for thinking I look pretty… >

We skipped every step in between.

We entered a decent-sized hotel, about ten minutes away.

Neither of us spoke, but we both knew—desperately wanted each other.

< What happened?>

<...I'm finally... free... Pfft~ >

After a storm of passion, she still panted, struggling to catch her breath. I lifted her head gently and cradled it on my arm, cautiously asking.

The moment we stepped into the room, before the door even clicked shut, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Her full lips parted, and she slipped her pale wine-colored tongue into my mouth.

I was startled by her boldness, but I welcomed her just as softly, meeting her tongue with mine.

Her arms stayed locked around my neck, so my hands were free. I pushed aside her jacket and finally touched what I'd wanted to since I saw her—her breasts.

< Hup >

A short moan escaped. Her tongue, which should've stayed in my mouth, now slid down my jaw, teasing my vocal cords, then danced across the sides of her neck.

Her arms slowly slid down my back, and her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt one by one.

Until then, I'd only touched her over the blouse, but when I reached down to undo my tie, she whispered into my ear:

< L-let me… do it… >

My hands froze like I'd been caught robbing a bank. Her fingers moved swiftly, like a skilled boutique clerk, and untied my tie in seconds.

My awkward hands moved to her waist, then found the zipper on the side of her skirt.

Slurrk…

She stepped out of the tiny skirt, one foot at a time, pushing it aside into the room.

Through the sheer pantyhose, her black panties stood out clearly.

< Oh! >

In one motion, I slipped an arm under her legs and lifted her up, carrying her into the room.

She clung to my neck in panic, shyly lowering her head.

I laid her gently on the bed like handling fragile treasure, then kissed the nape of her neck.

< Mmm… >

She tilted her head back, making her lips easy to reach, and let out a soft moan. The arm still around my neck tightened.

Slowly… so slowly… I kissed around her ear, her lips, her nose, her forehead.

< I don't know how much I wanted to hold you… >

< Hmm… >

Lost in the intoxicating sensation, her eyes stayed closed, but she nodded slightly.

When I tried to slide her jacket off her shoulders, she finally released her grip on my neck to help me.

Now, with no skirt, her legs were nearly bare beneath me. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel the heat of her sex against my thigh.

Suddenly, I didn't want to undress her.

I wanted to keep going—just like this.

I wanted to enter her without removing a single piece—blouse, bra, stockings, panties, not even those high heels.

Maybe even the brief moment of undressing felt like a waste to me.

I left only the top and bottom buttons of her blouse fastened—the rest were undone.

The white fabric framed her black bra, barely containing her full, round breasts.

The sight alone sent a surge of arousal through me. This woman… she came here on purpose. That thought poured gasoline on the fire.

I sucked hard on the deep cleavage above her bra cup.

When I pulled away, I knew there'd be red marks—little beads of blood ready to form.

I wanted that.

I wanted to leave my mark—proof she was mine.

And the fact that I could do anything I wanted? That was thrilling. That was conquest.

< Haa… >

Even her soft moan shook the lust-driven neurons in my brain.

I slid my hand down, spreading her legs wide enough for my body to fit, and aligned my navel with the center of her sex.

< Ah… Daniel… >

A faint cheer slipped from her lips—half understood, half instinct.

I slipped my hand under the top band of her stockings, quickly moving over her panties, and found what I assumed was her clitoris.

Her body twisted and writhed, urging me on.

My fingers danced like a triumphant general over the damp fabric, and her body swayed in rhythm.

< Ah… Ahh… >

The muffled moans between us drove us deeper into ecstasy.

Tzii~

With one finger inside the stocking, I poked a hole through the wet fabric of her panties. The other hand joined from outside, and together we tore a decent-sized opening over her sex.

< Ah… >

A sigh—was it regret or anticipation?—escaped as her thighs twitched. I pulled my hand out and now, without hesitation, began ripping the stockings.

The soaked panties were now fully exposed, gulping in the cool air.

The tiny silk triangle felt as soft as her skin. The plump mound beneath waited—endlessly—for the conqueror's touch.

I left a strange mark on her chest and slowly moved my lips downward.

Past her navel, tracing the band of her stockings with my mouth, then climbing the mound.

Her hand now rested on my head—unsure, waiting only for my command.

I slid my tongue into the crease where her flesh met fabric, pushing through, exploring.

< Ahm… Ah… >

Her body's response overpowered her shame. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room.

Even the pubic hair hidden beneath the panties lay neatly, like it belonged to her—orderly, soft.

I slipped my tongue along the side seam of the panties, into the crevice between her thighs, and met her slick arousal.

She now gripped my hair like she wanted to rip it out.

< Ah… Daniel… >

Without using my hands, I pushed the soaked panties aside with my tongue and slowly entered her folds. Tasting the slick honey inside—this was a new sensation.

Sweet.

The black silk panties were now completely soaked—by my saliva and her arousal—and had lost all function.

I plunged my middle finger deep into my mouth, then brought it to her wet slit.

Different from the taste of her arousal—another layer of sensation.

I began slow thrusts, brushing her inner walls, then added my index finger.

< Aaah… Ah… huk >

She violently shook her head side to side. The hands that once held my head now clawed at the bedsheet.

That sight—unbearable.

I shot up, yanked down my pants and underwear in one motion, and crouched between her legs, spreading them shoulder-width apart.

My cock—fully erect, throbbing with blood—bobbed urgently, as if demanding entry.

Pushing aside the panties, her dark red labia smiled at me, like a bride's freshly painted lips.

I smeared her slick arousal over my glans and pushed inside. Her inner walls, already slick with her own fluids, swallowed me like bullets.

< Hah! >

She sucked in a sharp breath—like a death rattle—and her whole body stiffened.

< Aaang… Hya haa… >

< Sarah… I love you… >

< Daniel… Ah… >

Once I was fully inside and she spread her legs wide, I leaned over and crushed her lips with mine.

Squelch, squelch…

Women might be shy about the sound of their wetness, but I love it.

This beautiful harmony between man and woman—something that can't exist without love—I deeply respect it.

Her full breasts, exposed between the open blouse, looked obscenely alluring. The red kiss marks scattered across her skin played perfect visual accomplice.

As the rhythm became familiar and my lower body blissfully overwhelmed, I bit her nipple and circled it with my tongue.

< Hah… Daniel… >

< You're so… so delicious, Sarah… huff huff >

She sweetly stroked my head.

< I'll… give you everything… >

Now she was mine.

I needed confirmation.

< Now… huff huff… Sarah… you're mine >

Her eyes tightly shut, lips slightly parted, clothes half-ripped, stockings torn…

Her legs wrapped around my waist, high heels scraping and jabbing at me.

I wanted confirmation—that this woman, in her breathtaking, seductive form, belonged to me.

From the lips of a once-modest married woman came words that no longer fit that image.

< Take me… >

Someone once said men are turned on by sight, women by sound.

That single sentence doubled the urge to cum.

< Yeah… I'll eat you… huff huff… I'll eat you up, Sarah… Sarah… >

< Hah… Haa… Yes… I love you… >

I silenced her "I love you" with my lips, sucking in every drop from her mouth as if I wanted to swallow it all.

A deep, heavy sensation rose from below.

I wanted to cum—but not yet. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to leave her with more.

< Sarah… turn over… >

I pulled out and let her go. Like hypnotized, she closed her eyes and slowly turned onto her stomach.

Her round ass, covered only by black panties, looked even darker, soaked with her arousal. The crotch was drenched, like laundry wrung in water.

I gripped both cheeks and, as if on cue, she slightly lifted them. I shoved the panties aside and plunged back in.

< Ahhp… >

My cock, still glistening with her juices, slipped in without resistance.

Heat surrounded me instantly.

< Ah… What should I do… haa… >

She buried her face deep in the pillow, moving her hips forward and back, trying to take me deeper.

Deeper than missionary—my entire length was buried. I proudly looked down at my cock, swollen and slick, glistening as it pulled out.

I pushed the panties further aside, revealing her anus. With my right thumb—the one gripping her ass—I began massaging the area.

< Hup… >

She definitely felt something different.

Her movements paused for just a second—then resumed faster, harder.

< Huff huff… Sarah… Can I… come inside? >

< Hah… Haa… Yes… Come inside me >

Last time, during our first time, she panicked and said no. But this time, she clearly said yes.

She must've calculated the dates.

I tightened my grip on her hips.

Thud, thud…

She no longer made sounds.

Only the rhythmic bounce of her waist showed she was still conscious.

< I'm… cumming… >

At that point, holding back would've been a feat even a Buddha couldn't manage.

I thrust as deep as I could and came hard inside her.

The gurgling sound—I could hear it in my own ears.

< Aaah… >

We both collapsed, lying face down, savoring the aftermath until the very end.

But within ten seconds, I tested my still-embedded cock—still hard, still not finished. I lay beside her and pushed in even deeper.

< Hup… >

She had been catching her breath, but this unexpected move threw her off. She turned her head, trying to look at me.

< Let's go again. >

< Pfft… Do you think you can? >

< Let's see who dies first—me or you. >

< Huhh… >

I exaggerated my grip on her waist, but truthfully, going again was pushing it.

I just wanted her to enjoy it a little longer. Soon enough, my softened cock would be forced out of her body.

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There was an inescapable charm about this man.

His gentle, affectionate demeanor turned into that of a beast with just one kiss from me.

We walked into the hotel without a word, and I didn't resist—not even a little. In fact, I wanted this. The moment we entered the room, I sucked on his lips.

< Let me do it… >

Today, I wanted to undress him with my own hands—to see his body, to touch it.

I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest. In return, he unzipped my skirt and let it fall.

For the first time, a stranger's hands were undressing me.

Soon, he'd remove my bra, my panties. I wanted him to rip off these annoying clothes and take me roughly—but he didn't rush.

< I don't know how much I wanted to be held… >

I wanted compensation for the situation my husband had put me in. And I truly, madly, wanted to be held by him—so I nodded in agreement.

I stayed in his hands for a long time without even taking off my shoes. But his breath, his touch—felt too good.

< Ah… Daniel… >

I called his name without realizing. My body urged his cock forward.

Suddenly, his hand plunged into my stockings, busily moving over my most private spot.

Just the thought of his hand touching my soaked core made my whole body feel like fire.

Zziiik~

A sound I'd never heard before—but I instantly knew what it was.

Like watching porn for the first time, my chest tingled, and something new slammed into my lower abdomen.

His body moved down, his face buried in the hole he'd made in my stockings, pushing aside my panties.

His tongue entered, licking the shameful mark of love.

Uncontrollable pleasure circled my body, caressing every inch, as if his tongue were diving into my bones.

In the midst of this maddening pleasure, a sound—neither sigh nor moan—burst from deep within my chest.

He suddenly stood, quickly stripping off his clothes.

Finally, he was going to enter me.

I could almost hear the fluids in my womb jumping with joy, fighting to come out first.

Urk~ A thick surge rose from deep inside—but I didn't want to show it to this man.

I pulled my legs tight and tried to turn, but as my panties slipped open, his cock entered.

< Huk! >

I couldn't breathe.

His cock felt like it passed through my womb, crushing my lungs and heart. Every movement froze.

For a moment, I thought—if this lasted ten seconds longer, I might die.

But then his voice, soothing and warm, brought me back.

< Sarah… I love you… >

I'd never felt a word like "love" so welcome, so precious.

I wanted to say I loved him too—but different words spilled out.

< I'll… give you everything… >

Was that more arousing than "I love you"?

His words grew cruder, but even that excited me in a new way. I was swept up in his words, and for the first time, I spoke dirty words from my own mouth.

His movements grew faster. He seemed to want to change positions.

I wanted to grant him every wish, to let him do whatever he wanted.

It was only our second time, but we'd never changed positions before.

Through the open blouse, my bra had slipped, exposing one breast.

< Huhp! >

His powerful cock plunged deep—no warning—hitting the very end of my cervix.

It felt twice as long and thick as before.

< Ah… What should I do… haa… >

I was bolder than I'd ever been—so bold it felt obscene even to myself.

I was exposing my backside—something I'd only shown my husband a few times—fully, shamelessly.

Just as shame flickered in my mind, his fingers touched near my anus, and every nerve in my body jolted.

What was this feeling?

For 15 years of marriage, I'd thought this place unclean—something only "special" people did.

Yet now, another kind of pleasure soaked in.

To feel that electrifying moment a little longer, I pushed my hips harder against him.

His cock filled me completely. His hands gripped my ass tightly—and deep inside me, he came.

The dizzying sensation was like a stunt pilot soaring through the clouds.

As he came, another hot surge burst from deep within my core.

When he asked if he could come inside, I said yes—but I didn't remember my cycle. I didn't even think about it.

It didn't matter.

Even if I got pregnant because of a miscalculation, I wasn't in my right mind to regret it.

Throughout my marriage, my husband never asked. He never pulled out.

That's how I got pregnant with our first child. After one abortion, I had to take birth control pills on my own.

Since last year, I stopped the pills—no reason to take them anymore. One less boring chore in my life, but also a sad sign.

< Want to go again? >

After the storm of passion, he said it with a childish, mischievous smile.

And I found him adorable.