Chapter 2

After that, I was completely immersed in the lust brought by my wife and couldn't extricate myself. She kept saying that I was a greedy guy. I expressed my strong agreement. I just lived together and had at least two shots a day. The first thing I did after get off work was to strip her up and then think about dinner after I put it on. Then the shot before going to bed was inevitable. Others came casually. It was the turn of a break. Saturday was basically prepared for the shots. Both of them had bare butts and no matter what they did, as long as one of them was moved, they would be connected together through a part of their body. This rule lasted for a long time.

I have always been surprised by my tirelessness towards her body, because I often see articles saying that it is boring for only a few days of marriage, but I have always maintained a fighting enthusiasm for dissatisfaction. I also thought that this is my own innate trait. But later, after contacting other female companions, I realized that my dissatisfaction with my desire is just for my wife, which may have a lot to do with the famous artifact mentioned in the previous article.

But the sequelae are also quite obvious. First, it makes me not very interested in most other women. Second, uncontrollable sex will definitely make me live for n years... But it doesn't matter. With such a top quality, what else can I ask for?

Short life is short. Anyway, people are old and have nothing to do except eat, drink, defecate, and they are so nervous when they see a beautiful woman that they can't do it. Haha

By chance, I found out that the key to unlocking my wife's sex password was that I was learning A film, lying between my wife's legs and kissing her pussy. After a few minutes of her mouth, she couldn't stand it anymore. Her butt twisted and her mouth kept yelling. She shouted no, but she held my head and refused to leave. Finally, she went crazy and pressed my head tightly between her legs, even using her legs. I was dizzy, clamped my head, and my nose and mouth were pressed hard under her crotch, and she couldn't even exhale. Fortunately, I was first-class in holding my breath, otherwise I would have to be suffocated by her.

Then I heard her start to breathe heavily, accompanied by a loud ah... If I had been put now, I would definitely know that she was high, but at that time, I was really poor in knowledge and I really didn't know that when a woman was orgasm, she could be crazy and unconscious. I was surprised to see her panting and screaming, but fortunately she didn't move, of course she couldn't move, and she was pressed too tightly. That must be very funny: her whole head was buried between her crotch, staring at her crazy look with two small eyes...

After waiting for her to be silent, I asked her mentally what happened just now. My wife was still immersed in the wonderful feelings just now, shook her head and didn't want to say anything. After a long time, I squeezed out: I had an orgasm... Damn, it turns out that this is the orgasm!

I thought that when she was thrusting her in the past, she would be climax and faint...

My wife had an orgasm. Before I arrived, I got up and stabbed her gun. As soon as she touched her hole, she would dodge like an electric shock. She had been like this several times. She said powerlessly that she would wait a while... She had to wait until she calmed down before she inserted it. She had an orgasm, and I had no scruples. She sang all the way until she was panting and lying on her body without any strength. During this time, my wife was too lazy to move, and closed her eyes and let me rush.

After finishing, I lay down next to her. My wife turned over and wrapped me tightly, kissing me wildly. She said incoherently that this was her first orgasm. It turned out that sex was so beautiful... When she said this, she even squeezed out a few tears.

I still said mentally retardedly that I didn't believe it. My wife said it was true. She told me that she never knew that the climax was like this. She used to feel a little itchy and thought it was an orgasm. She even thought that sex was not fun at all. I didn't know why others were like flies and stinking like ants. Today I realized that this feeling was so beautiful... It was so uncomfortable that it was not fun. If it was itchy to the point of itchy, it was the realm that it was reached.

I couldn't figure it out for a moment, but after thinking about it, I felt relieved. With the tight holes of my wife, few men could hold on for a long time. On the contrary, it was very likely that when she felt a little itchy, the man couldn't hold back and forth, and he was still in the middle and left. Of course, he thought that sex was not fun... What's more, she was so slow that she was very hot. I realized later that it was almost impossible to just thrust her into orgasm, and she had to use other means to do it.

In fact, having a famous tool is also a kind of sadness. This thing can bring endless enjoyment to men, but it often cannot bring you a little bit of sexual blessings. It is exclusively for others to enjoy it. Of course, it is a big cup of food, and a wife is no exception.

So from then on, I started not only to enjoy myself, but as long as she wanted it, I sent her to the top first. No matter what method it was, then it was my turn to have fun. My wife always thought that she was lucky to choose me, which should be one of the reasons.

After living together for half a year, we went to get a license. The legal fucking license was illegal.

The wedding of two wandering people was quite simple, and they just asked their friends to have a meal. The wife was always worried and said that a yellow-flowered daughter was fooled by me and she had been sleeping with her for a long time.

I said, Damn, you are the yellow flowers picked by someone else, okay?... She was beaten up again.

In general, my wife is a man of good looks, and I fell in love with each other. My face was baptized by her body and disappeared without a trace. I had to admire the magic of the woman's place. So in the eyes of others, we became a very matching couple, and some of them even shouted regret - if I had known that I looked a little handsome, I would have taken action... To be honest, the wedding was indeed aggrieved by my wife. A woman's lifelong event ended like this. Sometimes I feel sorry for her, although it was just a form.

My parents were overjoyed when we heard that we were married and tried their best to encourage us to go home for a wedding

Of course I understand the mood of my parents. On the one hand, there is another reason for the customs of my hometown. Whether it is funeral or wedding, there are gifts. Every time I use a book to record it specifically. Next time someone presents a banquet to treat you, the gift will be sent back. In my family, there is basically nothing big happening in the foreseeable future, except for my marriage.

My parents must have saved a lot of gifts and couldn't recover them

I really want to fulfill my parents' wishes, but when I think of the increasingly vulgar wedding customs in my hometown, I can't help but be discouraged. Although I haven't lived in my hometown for many years after going to school, I still know a lot from my friends and classmates, especially when I have a bridal chamber, I almost reached the point of being unscrupulous. I heard that after the bridal chamber some time ago, the bride who married out went back to her parents' home the next day and refused to come back. Two years ago, I raped the bride... Of course, this is just something I heard about, and I am skeptical. Damn, rape of the bride has far exceeded my understanding. I thought I wouldn't be that way.

But the vulgarity is certain. I attended several weddings when I was young. At that time, I was just watching the fun and didn't understand what it meant. Besides, my memory was already blurry. I tried hard to recall what would happen, but I couldn't remember it.

My hometown is a small mountain village, and there is no entertainment. When it comes to this vulgar atmosphere, everyone is full of righteous indignation. But when it comes to this, they are addicted to it. They are all thinking about how to take advantage of other people's wives, let alone other people's brides... The new wife has no size for three days, and her views are deeply rooted. Who would like to let go of this opportunity... Men are all like that, sometimes they are indeed perverted, especially those who have been married and were beaten up by mistake. They always try different ways to get it back.

So I have been hesitating about my parents' thoughts. I don't want my wife to be touched by others, let alone a beautiful wife who will be moved by any man when he sees her.

In addition, my wife has no scheming at all and doesn't know how to refuse, so it will be troublesome if the situation gets out of control.

I was so slow and delayed for a while. When I went home during the Chinese New Year, I naturally took my wife back. During the visits to relatives and friends, my relatives and friends kept asking me when I would come back to get things done. Fortunately, my language was not clear. My wife was stunned at first and didn't understand what it meant to get things done. When I figured it was a wedding, my head was like a sieve, my face was bright, and I kept saying it quickly... I sighed in my heart, I could escape the first day of the lunar month and not escape the fifteenth day. Maybe it was really destined.

After returning to Shenzhen, my wife kept complaining that I didn't discuss this with her, she was not active at all. She was stingy and afraid of spending money.

I explained to her insincerely that it was because the local wedding customs were too vulgar, so I didn't consider it.

The wife scoffed: How vulgar can she be?

You have been sleeping for half a year, but I am still afraid of vulgarity?!

I told my wife again that even the bride was raped had happened.

My wife looked disbelief and said that I made up stories to scare her. Then she begged me that she really wanted to wear a wedding dress and wanted to marry me beautifully...

It's all this to say. Look at her pitiful look, I really have no reason to refuse. This is a matter of a woman once in a lifetime. Who doesn't want to get married in a grand manner?

Actually, I thought about it too. Although I had long since I knew the situation in my hometown, I thought at most I would just walk around and be touched. Will I lose a piece of meat after taking a look?

How vulgar can it be?!

When my wife saw that I agreed, she danced and was as happy as a child. I closed her eyes: Forget it, if you find a wife, wouldn’t it make her happy even if you are happy?

Since she is so happy, I have made every effort!

My wife was slow to do other things, but the way she bought clothes was fast. She decided to go out with the little sisters the next day to choose a wedding dress. I didn't care. She just wanted to be happy... But I still miscalculated. Looking at the wedding dress and dress she picked up, I couldn't laugh or cry. The wedding dress was fine. Anyway, it was a lot of fluffy and a little lower cut, and the dress was miserable. A set of cheongsams and a short skirt, and there was even a set of evening dresses!

It's not bad for the clothes, but the key is that each set sets up her proud figure. Even the cheongsam is short. The short skirt reaches the thigh, or the thigh. The problem is that the hem is a bit hard and spreads around into a round shape... This... should be considered a bridesmaid dress. I don't know what she bought it for.

Especially that evening dress, it was OK below, but it reached the calf, but it had a big fork on top and half of its breasts were outside... Damn, how dare you wear it when you are in a hungry mountain village?!

My wife was in high spirits in front of me, and tried to show me one by one, and taught me classes: Wedding dress is for weddings, cheongsams are for toasts, short skirts are for casual wear, and dresses are for evening wear... I have never expressed my opinion and couldn't bear to smear her interest. When she was trying her evening dress, she looked in front of the mirror and turned to me and said: This dress looks bad when wearing a cover.

Then I pulled my bra. My wife was really beautiful in dress, or rather tempting, but I was messy. At night, evening dress, bridal chamber... I didn't wear a cover, and I was dizzy. When someone squeezed, the big breasts jumped out... My wife turned around and admired herself for a while, and then laughed and asked me if it looked good. My answer to her was to pounce on it, throw it on the bed, lifted her skirt, took out her cock, slid it away, and inserted it in with a squirt. The whole movement was quite straightforward, and it was done in one go. The T-t-trousers were convenient, and they didn't have to take it off. Sometimes I wonder if the so-called sexy clothes were designed specifically for the convenience of fucking?

My wife laughed at me as a hooligan and said she should not get dirty with her clothes. So when I pulled it, the whole dress was concentrated on her waist. MD, this dress is so convenient, it will be almost naked once it is pulled. It would be strange if there is no trouble!

Once a man's desire is teased, it is difficult to be rational. If you can find a meat hole, you must be solved in it. If you can't find a meat hole, you will use your hands...

After finishing, I said, I have no objection to the wedding dress. I will keep the other pieces at home and wear them for me to see... My wife doesn't do it, saying that other sisters have to change a lot of clothes for a wedding... Dizzy, how can our small mountain village be compared with the city... In the end, both parties compromised, and they don't bring the evening dress. After the wedding, they immediately changed into jeans to deal with the wedding room.

What I worry most is that the evening dress is too ridiculous to make a wedding room. It is good to have this result. In fact, the vulgarity is just a wedding room. There is nothing to pay special attention to at other times. After all, the elders are here and I won’t be too arrogant.

After the clothes were confirmed, we had to set the time with our parents. My parents said we were just ready to do whatever we were doing. Anyway, we were just going back today. Then we would be fine with our parents' home. The two old men also said that we could only come to one at that time. One was too far away, and the other was that the family couldn't take off. My sister-in-law was very interested and insisted on coming over to be a bridesmaid for my sister. I made an excuse to say that you should study hard and refuse. MD, I would have to protect one at that time, and it would be strange if I did not mess up.

But this also reminds me that I must not arrange for summer vacation. If my sister-in-law really follows me, it will be miserable.