Who says blind date is not fate

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As soon as I got home from get off work at night, I checked the house. After making sure that Tianyi hadn't come back, I carefully took out the small bag from my bag.At lunch with Xiaoyu at noon, he said that he was packing his clothes a few days ago and planned to count a batch, and found a gadget that was just right for me. He sneaked a look at it in the harsh midday sun, and it turned out that his nose bleeds.

With a happy mood, I changed into the pair of explosive underwear, and then put on my pajamas. At night, Tianyi was lying on the bed watching TV. I circled around the bed, and finally couldn't help but said: "I had lunch with Xiao Yu at noon today. .”

Tianyi hummed without any response, and I continued tentatively: "It's interesting that he sent a pair of underwear."

The husband immediately became alert.

I quickly explained: "This underwear is not ordinary, it is said to be made of ostrich feathers, do you want to appreciate it together?"

The husband snorted: "I don't want to see what good things he can give."

Seeing that my husband ignored me completely, I lost my fighting spirit, so I picked up clothes in the room and prepared to put them in the washing machine.

My husband saw me holding a shirt in my hand and stopped me: "What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

I stopped to take a look. It was the clothes I packed back from my mother’s house. One of them was worn at a previous bar theme party. It must be a bit visual. I was especially supportive of Xiao You’er’s performance that time.

My husband walked over and snatched it, and pulled it away. Although it was a shirt, the pattern had skulls on it, and the scariest one was the one with the navel exposed.

This really touched my husband's nerves: "This is what you wore too, where did you wear it?"

I was surprised when I saw it, and held back after thinking for a long time: "I wore it once when I was young and ignorant. I don't want to clean it up. I will never wear it again."

The husband said gloomyly: "You didn't answer my question, say."

I sadly said: "It seems... the year before last? The year before the year before? Or... the time is too long to remember, and it's all in the past. I'm a good man now." Then I ran away from my husband's sight and rushed to the bathroom.

Holding my epoch-making dress inside, in fact, this dress still has some memories, and I have never been willing to throw it away.But if you wash it, you will never take it out to dry, but if you don't wash it, you won't be willing to throw it away.I put it on in the bathroom. It’s been almost two years now. I was thinner then, but now it’s a little tight, and it’s strangling my body.

I was taking pictures, completely immersed in the past time, when my husband suddenly opened the door and came in and bumped into me head-on. At that time, I didn’t know why the first feeling was either fear or shyness.Rubbing my arms, I didn't know how to stand, my husband looked me up and down: "I didn't expect you to like this kind of clothes, so reluctant?"

I tugged at the front of my clothes with my hands: "Didn't I say that when I was young and ignorant, haha, I didn't expect that I gained so much weight and put on tights."

My husband touched my waist with one hand, and asked on my head: "Then, who did you wear it for when you were young and ignorant?"

I trembled, in fact, this dress is really not my style, even in a party, I was obsessed with a boyfriend who played jazz drums at the time, so I planned to seduce him and challenged to wear it, but now I was asked by my husband and suddenly recalled the past, and A little lost.

My husband pinched my face and looked down at me. I knew that I couldn’t get along without saying anything, and I didn’t want to hide anything, so I told about my former boyfriend. My husband pulled me out of the bathroom Look carefully at my outfit under the light, and then say: "Although it doesn't fit well, it still has some meaning. It's okay to wear it at home in the future."

I immediately stuck to it: "Don't you like it? Besides, my clothes are a bit tight now, and I'm full of hoops."

The husband smiled slightly: "Is your ostrich feather underwear suitable to wear with it?"

As soon as I heard it, I immediately understood what my husband meant, and said with a hum, "Then help me take off my pajama pants and see how they match together?"

My husband raised his eyebrows, stretched out his arms to wrap around me, and slid his fingers down the edge of the pajama pants. He touched the skin as soon as he slid in. My husband smiled: "Is this still underwear? Where are you wearing it?"

I was also busy unbuttoning my husband's pajamas: "It is said to be high-end, with good elasticity, and you don't need to take it off..."

My husband pulled down my pajama bottoms and looked down at the panties, which were smaller than a bikini. The front was just a zebra-patterned palm-sized piece of fluffy fabric, and the rest was just a narrow black strap. There is a bow tie on the back waist, and if you untie it, the thin belt on the groove part will be opened.

The husband used his thumb to hook up the thin strap in the middle and pulled it: "I think this should be untied, otherwise it won't get in the way."

Then he pulled me down on his body, turned over and held my lips, and stroked my nipples through the clothes with his hands. Because the clothes were so tight, when the buttons were buttoned up, the nipples could already be seen on the chest.

My husband picked me up and pulled me into the middle of the bed. He pressed down and kissed the side of my neck while busy unbuttoning my shirt, but the button was probably too small. My husband didn’t unbutton the neckline after unbuttoning it for a long time. In anger, I tore the shirt from top to bottom, and when I pulled it down, there was also a row of buttons on the wrist. My husband stopped struggling and bit my shoulder, kissing me and saying, "Your boyfriend is with you. to what extent?"

I was still immersed in the heat of passion, but this sentence called me back, and I turned to kiss my husband, but obviously my husband didn't buy it.

Carefully said: "That is to say, we often go out to play together, uh... kissed,... occasionally, really only occasionally give him oral sex. But husband, you are my first night, so I still have to wait until The one who loves is right, hey... you are not jealous, are you?"

As soon as my husband heard the word jealous, he squeezed my nipple fiercely with his fingers: "I'm not the one who got on you in the end, what's there to be jealous about." Then he began to kiss me very hard, almost close to biting.

I put my hand on my husband's chest and said dumbly: "You only care about the number so much, is it that important to you?"

My husband pressed my arms on both sides of my head and said solemnly: "I hope you can cherish yourself before you meet me. I care about whether you are good or not. I don't want to know which man you have been playing with before, because I can't help but want to teach him a lesson."

I was so moved that I shouted coquettishly: "Husband, you are so handsome. Why didn't I know you earlier, I have lived 25 years in vain."