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Chapter 65: You Must Have Held Back for a Long Time 

My wife's hand slowly rose. I swallowed hard. Her hand reached out over the man's body and, as lightly as a bird landing, settled on the man's penis. Her hand slowly closed around it. Compared to the man's penis, my wife's hand looked very small, and the contrast between the man's dark penis and my wife's white hand created a strange harmony. His penis couldn't be completely wrapped by her hand, but she very carefully grasped it. 

Whether it was because of the alcohol or some other substance, my wife's eyes, unfocused, looked at the man's penis with awe. The man didn't move at all, even as my wife touched and even grabbed his penis. I wondered what his intention was. My wife's mouth hung open, and rough breaths kept escaping from it. 

Lying on her stomach, my wife slowly raised her upper body. Her breasts, pressed against the floor, became visible. In that position, she gradually moved forward until her chin was almost touching the man's waist. His penis was now just a few centimeters from her nose. Words slipped out of her open mouth. 

"It's heavy... and hard." 

Her hand slowly moved up and down the man's shaft. Her hand moved toward the glans, and she gently wrapped her fingers around the swollen head. Unlike the shaft, the man's glans was a dark pink color. For a moment, I wondered if these people also practiced circumcision. From what I'd seen, only the children among the tribe had their glans covered by the foreskin. My wife's hand, as if handling something precious, very carefully caressed the man's glans. She leaned forward and took a deep breath, as if smelling it. 

She brought her face so close that her nose touched the glans, and with her eyes closed, kept sniffing. Her hand, which had been stroking the glans, slid back down the shaft. Her hand passed the base of his penis and went to his testicles. She gently grabbed the man's well-hung testicles and continued to smell his penis. 

Then, with her eyes half open, she turned her head toward the man's face. Still fondling his testicles, she spoke. 

"You haven't done it even once since the last event?" 

The man, eyes closed, nodded. 

"You must have held back for a long time?" 

Nod. 

"Then... don't you want to?" 

The man didn't respond for a moment, and my wife just kept playing with his testicles. After a while, the man slowly nodded. A smile appeared on my wife's lips, and she turned her head back to his penis. Her hand, which had been fondling his testicles, went up to grab his thick shaft. She slowly stroked his penis, moving her body even closer to his. Her breasts touched his pelvis. With her other hand, she stroked his abs. 

She brought her face close to his penis again and sniffed, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The tip of her tongue touched the end of his glans. It took her a while to make contact, but once she did, she began to move boldly. She licked his glans with her tongue, then moved her tongue and lips along his shaft. She rubbed his penis up and down with her tongue and lips. His penis began to glisten with her saliva, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but it seemed to get even bigger. 

The man slowly lowered the hand that had been behind his head. His hand touched my wife's side. She raised her upper body a little, and his hand slid to her breast, which he grabbed. My wife didn't care at all about his touch and continued to lick his penis with her lips and tongue. The man's hand kept kneading her breast. 

After covering his penis with saliva, my wife's mouth moved to his glans. She opened her mouth and took his glans into it. His penis looked too big to fit easily, but she kept it in her mouth. She was probably rubbing his glans with her tongue inside her mouth. After holding it for a while, she started moving her head. The man, stimulated by her movement, paused his hand on her breast. 

The man's hand left her breast and began to move. It slid down her side to her pelvis, then touched her plump buttocks, which he began to knead. Her buttocks changed shape as he squeezed them. 

His fingers slipped between her buttocks, and soon there was a wet sound. When his fingers emerged from between her buttocks, they glistened with fluid. His hand alternated between her buttocks and her breast. When his hand came to her breast, my wife automatically raised her upper body so he could touch her more easily. 

The two maintained that position for quite a while. Then, the man, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide and sat up. My wife, who had been sucking his penis, also sat up. The man grabbed my wife and laid her down on the floor. He then untied the loincloth around her waist and tossed it aside. My wife just looked at his face, her expression tense. 

The man looked down at her, slowly positioned himself between her legs, and spread them apart. He looked down at her and shook his penis. My wife was completely exposed, waiting tensely for his move. 

Finally, the man brought his penis to her vaginal opening. As soon as she felt it, my wife closed her eyes. The man's hips lifted, and the hand that had been holding his penis moved to the floor by her side. His hips slowly pushed forward. 

With her eyes closed, my wife raised her chin and let out a small moan. 

"Mm..." 

The man's hips didn't thrust in all at once. He pushed forward slowly, stopping and starting again. Perhaps it wasn't going in easily. Even though there had been foreplay, my wife was obviously very tense. Then the man pushed his hips forward more forcefully. My wife's eyes flew open. 

"Ugh..." 

From where I was, I couldn't see the penetration clearly. I quickly moved to the entrance of the hut to look inside. From there, I could see clearly under their legs. The man's thick penis was already inside my wife's vagina, which looked stretched to the limit. His penis was still slowly entering her. 

As I wondered how such a thick penis could fit, it seemed he had finally finished inserting it. But even then, it wasn't all the way in. Maybe it was touching her cervix. My wife was still breathing heavily, mixing moans with her breaths. 

"Ha... ah... ha... ah." 

The man lowered his upper body and began to move his hips. I could see his thick penis sliding out of her vagina, even pulling out some of her inner flesh. When it was almost out to the glans, he pushed it back in. 

"Mm... ah..." 

My wife's cries faded, leaving only moans. The man slowly thrust a few times, then gradually picked up speed. As he sped up, my wife's moans grew louder, and her weakly spread arms grabbed his thick, muscular arms. 

The man's thrusts grew faster, and my wife's moans grew louder. As his upper body lowered, I moved back to the gap in the hut wall. Both because I had moved and because of what I was seeing, my own breathing was nearly up to my throat. Trying to steady my breath, I looked inside again through the gap. 

The man, now with his upper body lowered, supported his weight on one elbow while grabbing my wife's breast. He bent down and began to suck her breast. Even as he did, his hips never stopped or slowed. My wife's body shook helplessly from his powerful movements. It seemed the man, much bigger than my wife, was careful not to put his full weight on her. That kind of rough yet considerate behavior was unique.