Chapter 2 – Wedding night and crazy days in Phu Quoc
After graduating, Lan Anh went to teach literature at a famous high school. She wore a white ao dai and stood on the podium, her hair tied up high, her voice gentle, all the male students were stunned. I was just an ordinary office worker, with a monthly salary enough to live on, every day after work I just wanted to quickly go home to my wife. Looking at my wife becoming more and more beautiful, with fuller breasts and rosy skin, I kept telling myself I was the luckiest man in the world.
We got married when Lan Anh was just 24 years old. On our wedding night at a 5-star hotel, I was so nervous that my hands were shaking when I opened the door. Lan Anh stood there in a pure white wedding dress, a deep V-neck, her cleavage barely visible, her lips red and full, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. I closed the door, hugged her tightly, kissed her from her forehead to her lips, then down to her neck. My hand found the zipper at the back of her dress, slowly pulling it down, each layer of fabric falling to the floor, revealing the white lace lingerie I had personally picked out for her.
I carried my wife to the spacious king-size bed. She lay there, her hair spread out on the white pillow, her chest heaving, her nipples already hard under the thin lace. I took off her bra, her two round breasts popped out before my eyes, white, with bright pink nipples like two cherry pits. I bent down to kiss and suck lightly on one, my hand caressing the other. Lan Anh gasped, her hand holding my head:
“Husband… I love you…”
I kissed down her belly, down her thighs, then gently took off her lace panties. Her pink pussy was still as beautiful as the first day, wet, her lips tight. I lay between my wife’s legs, kissed her clitoris lightly, and licked it slowly. Lan Anh arched her back, moaning softly:
“Ah… brother… I can’t take it anymore…”
In just a few minutes, she had her first orgasm on our wedding night, her pussy contracted, her juices gushed out, wetting my mouth. I stood up, took off all my clothes, my cock had been hard for a long time. I lay on top of my wife, kissed her deeply, then slowly pushed in. Her pussy was still as tight as the first day, hugging my hot cock. I thrust slowly, little by little, afraid that my wife would get tired.
But Lan Anh put her arms around my back and whispered: “Go harder… tonight I am completely yours…”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust harder, deeper, each thrust reaching the very end. The sound of skin touching skin, the sound of pussy juices echoed in the luxurious room. Lan Anh moaned louder, her legs gripped my hips tightly, her fingernails scratching my back painfully:
“Honey… it feels so good… fuck me harder… my pussy is yours…”
I shot the first time deep inside my wife’s pussy, hot sperm sprayed all over her uterus. I didn’t pull out, hugged my wife tightly, kissed her for a while then got hard again. That night I shot into my wife 5 times, the last time was almost 4am, I was exhausted but still wanted to look at my wife. I lay on my back, Lan Anh knelt between my legs, her hand stroking my cock, then bent down to take it in her mouth, sucking gently until I shot the last time into her mouth. My wife swallowed it all, looked up at me and smiled, her lips still covered in white semen.
My honeymoon in Phu Quoc is a day I will never forget.
We rented a villa with a private pool, overlooking the sea. Early in the morning, as the sun rose, I carried my wife to the pool. Lan Anh wore a sheer white bikini, wet as soon as the water touched her, her nipples clearly visible. I carried her into the water, kissed her passionately, my hands slipped into her bikini to squeeze her breasts. Then I pulled down her bikini line, leaving my wife naked in the middle of the clear pool. I carried her to the edge of the pool, spread her legs, bent down to lick her pussy. Her pussy juice mixed with the pool water, she moaned so much that I was afraid the neighbors would hear.
Every noon in the glass bathroom. I pressed my wife against the glass wall, thrusting deep from behind. Hot water sprayed down, my wife’s moans mixed with the sound of running water. One day I picked her up, let her wrap her legs around my hips, and fucked her standing in the middle of the bathroom, her juices running down both our thighs.
At night, I go out to the balcony. Every night, I make my wife wear the sexiest red two-piece bikini. She leans against the railing, the sea breeze blowing her hair, her butt curving under the moonlight. I stand behind her, pull down the bikini string, and doggy-style her right outside. My hands squeeze her breasts hard, pumping them repeatedly. Lan Anh moans until her voice is hoarse:
“Husband… I’m so horny… fuck me hard… I’m about to come…”
One time she came so hard that she peed on the balcony floor, hot urine mixed with pussy juice running down her legs. I looked at my wife trembling in my arms and felt crazy with happiness.
In the first two years of our marriage, we made love at least twice a day. One day, I came home late from work, exhausted, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw my wife waiting in the living room, still wearing her tight office dress, short skirt, and black thigh-high stockings. As soon as she saw me, she rushed over and kissed me passionately, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and sucked it right in the middle of the door. I only had time to close the door when my wife pushed me down on the sofa, climbed on top of me, pulled up my skirt, and sat straight down on my cock. She rode me wildly, her breasts bouncing in her shirt, moaning:
“Missing you all day… my pussy has been wet since morning… husband, fuck me…”
I held my wife’s ass, lifted it up and down hard, and shot inside her right in the middle of the living room. One day we made love until 2-3am, then fell asleep with my cock still inside her pussy.
That was the time I thought I was the happiest man in the world.
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