Chapter 1 — The Most Delicious Valley Wine

A few nights ago, on a Saturday evening, I, Daniel Han, hadn't felt this close to my wife in a long time. We'd bought wine and stayed in, just the two of us, setting the mood like newlyweds again.

Our son was away in the military, and our daughter was locked in her room, glued to her computer—

(Lately, she's obsessed with Japanese pop songs, spending every minute after school online.)

In our bedroom, I turned on the record player, letting my favorite old pop songs fill the room. Side by side, my wife and I poured ourselves glasses of wine and sipped happily.

We've been married twenty years, but tonight—why did she suddenly look so beautiful, so sexy?

After a few glasses, the warmth of the wine rose to my head, and so did that feeling.

“Honey, how about some valley wine?”

“Valley wine? What's that?”

“You don't know valley wine? It's exactly what it sounds like—catching wine as it flows down a valley and drinking it.”

I locked the bedroom door. Then, gazing into each other's eyes, we slowly undressed.

“Come on, lie down here.”

I laid her bare body flat on the bed and slipped a towel beneath her hips. Then, placing a wine glass beneath her, I began to gently pour wine from just above her navel, letting it trickle slowly down her belly, into the valley between her legs.

The wine followed the curve of her body, dripping steadily into the glass.

When the glass was half full, I stopped pouring.

“Here. This is valley wine. Want a taste?”

“Ugh! Why would I drink that?”

I grabbed the glass and downed it in one shot.

“Damn! The flavor is incredible!”

Honestly, it didn't taste all that different from regular wine—but the feeling was everything.

After one glass, I got playful.

“Forget the glass—I should drink straight from your cup.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Just stay still.”

I picked up the wine bottle and pressed the neck against my wife's pussy. Tilting it slightly, I poured a little wine inside.

A moment later, I pulled the bottle away and quickly pressed my mouth down—but most of the wine had already spilled out. Only a trickle reached my lips.

I tried again. And again. Same result.

My wife lifted her head, watching me with amused curiosity.

“Ugh, I'm dying! Stop it, honey! What's gotten into you tonight?”

“Damn it! I was trying to drink straight from your cup, but it's not working. There's gotta be a better way.”

I took a deep swig from the bottle, filling my mouth with wine, then leaned down and pressed my lips to her pussy, slowly releasing the wine inside.

To my surprise, it worked perfectly. I pulled back, sucked more wine into my mouth, then sent it deep into her again.

Then, I leaned in once more—this time, drawing the wine back out with my mouth.

The wine, now mixed with her sweet arousal, flooded my tongue. It was incredible—a magical cocktail unlike anything I'd ever tasted.

“Ouch! That stings! Seriously… what are you doing?”

“Damn! I've just tasted the most amazing wine in the world!”

I brought my mouth to her again and again. Soon, she started moaning—soft, breathy uhns—her body clearly responding.

I climbed on top of her and thrust inside.

Oh god—my cock burned!

For a split second, my tip stung upon entry. Was her pussy okay?

But I didn't stop. After all this time, I drove into her with everything I had, pushing her to the very edge.

And she—tonight, she was different. Her moans were wild, unrestrained.

“Aaah! I can't— I don't know!”

I came right on cue, pouring myself into her.

“Good?”

“You're like a young man again! You were barking like a seal!”

“Pfft—just average.”

The next morning, I asked her,

“Is your pussy okay?”

“It's a little sore… Ugh, I can't believe you did that to me!”

“I'll make it up to you. Let me see it.”

“Ugh! I can't take this!”

After that night, she couldn't walk properly for three days.

Ugh… my aging wife—I really need to take better care of her.

I shouldn't play games like that again.

But damn… what a delicious wine I got to taste.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!