Dale’s Arrange Wife (ENGLISH VERSION)

“What are you saying?” I sat down and then looked at her.

“Should I say it again? I asked already, didn’t I?”

“I heard. What I am saying is—you never had sex?”

“Will I ask you if yes?”

“Are you still a virgin?”

“My God, Dale.” The annoyance in her voice is obvious. I look at her to see if she’s joking but the seriousness on her face is still there. “Fine, you don’t believe?”

“Yes,” I answer. Because honestly, I think she’s playing with me.

“Straight forward, what do you think of me, easy to get?”

“Yes.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Ok fine, so what did I see earlier?”

“Why? Did you see us laying on top of each other?” I thought. Well, she’s right.

“No, but almost.”

“Almost, but I don’t have a plan.” I look at her who is still frowning. “Fuck, if you look at me it’s like that I am easy to open my legs.”

“No, it’s not like that. But you told me that you and Hendrick have been together for more than five years, and nothing has happened between you yet? Besides, I know you as a party goer, you’re always in the bar.”

“Are you saying my womb is trash?”

“Huh? I’m not saying anything like that, huh.”

“What you want to say is that it is impossible for me not to have sex with anyone.” I was silent, because that’s exactly what was on my mind right now.

“Well.”

“Well, what? That’s what you had in mind, right?”

“Yes, but I’m not saying your womb is trash.”

“It’s the same. My womb is like garbage that catches dirt from a different guy.” Ok, I’m speechless there even though that’s not what I wanted to say.

“Fine, sorry if that’s your understanding. I just can’t believe it.”

“Believe me.”

“No choice, ok, I will believe it. So you and Hendrick haven’t had sex yet?”

“Probably, I’m still a virgin, right?”

“That’s why he gets another pregnant.”

“Well, wow. So, answer my question first. How does it feel to have sex and finish?”

“Are you serious that you want to know?”

“Why not? I am your wife.”

“You said so.” I clean my throat first. “Well, I don’t have any idea about women. But as a guy of course it’s delicious. Based on what I heard, women don’t reach orgasm on their first time.”

“Huh? How can it not be reached?”

“See, wife, 99% of men are selfish in bed. When it’s over it’s over. Don’t care about the partner. A man rarely finds out whether a woman is satisfied or not. Do you get it?”

“No,”

“It’s like this. Mostly men don’t know if the woman has finished. As long as they see that they enjoy it, that’s ok with them. They made it, it’s over.” She just nodded at what I said. “Do you get it?”

“Yeah.”

“Not a big deal for a woman, because some women rarely make it. I know someone that she doesn’t know what orgasm means. I met her in a bar and when we had sex, she said she felt something strange, and when I asked her what it was, she explained to me what she felt. And I am sure it’s a climax.”

“You mean some of the women don’t know what orgasm means?”

“I don’t know, I am not sure but I met some. Woman release pre-cum when they are lusting. It continues that makes their jewel wet and slimy, that tickles them. But it takes time for a woman to reach her orgasm, so if their man is done releasing his loads and the woman is not then its the end of sex. For other men, it’s only their juice that’s important to achieve, so when it comes out, it’s over, not knowing if the woman is releasing her. So, who else will make the girl happy? Nothing. Until their appetite subsides without reaching what they want to reach and their body forgets that they want to reach something. So you as a woman should help yourself, you must know where your spot is, or which part of your jewel tickles you more so you can easily reach your climax. By keeping up with the man.”

“Just a little more hubby, I’ll understand it. Explain me more.”

“You won’t understand because you’re still a virgin.”

“Then let’s have sex and explain it to me by having sex with me.”

“What?!”

“Ouch!” She covered her ears when I screamed. “Why are you shouting?!”

“What are you saying let’s have sex?” I asked calmly.

“Why?”

“Why me? You have a boyfriend.”

“Why is Hendrick my sex partner, you are my husband.”

“Lauren, are you okay?” I ask her seriously.

“Did you ask me? You are the one who wants your wife to have sex with another man. You, are you ok?” I am stupid in that part.

“You love Hendrick, and he is your boyfriend. I’m your husband but we don’t have feelings for each other.”

“But you are my husband.”

“On paper.”

“That’s still a husband, hubby. When you get me pregnant, our child is legal. If Hendrick gets me pregnant, what will happen to my child? You can use by baby to sue me.” I couldn’t answer. She had a point in what she said but it was far from the truth.

Neither of us said a word. I don’t even know what she really wants to happen.

“So what now, Dwayne Dale?”

“What what now?”

“Shall we have sex or not?”

“Huh?”

“Will you teach me how to experience orgasm? Will you have sex with me?” I swallowed while looking at her. Well——no more losses. Smooth, beautiful body, flirtatious looks, and virgin.

“I’ll teach you, but not for having sex. First you have to help yourself first. Just explore on your own. It is better if you discover your own happiness first.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“By fingering myself?”

“My God, Lauren, your mouth.”

“Because you said on my own. Isn’t that so?”

“You can please yourself by not——shit.”

“How?”

“Play on your own. Rub your pearls. Your bean button.” She just stared at me while listening. “What?” I ask because she just looks at me.

“What bean button?”

“Clitoris.”

“I will rub myself while you are looking?”

“Up to you.”

“No, tell me what to do but turn around.”

“Okay.”

“Back off.” I follow what she said while laughing and turn. “Don’t cheat me. Never dare to sneak.”

“Okay.”

“What will I do now? Rubbing my—what do you call that?”

“Bean buttons. But nope, don’t rub it first.”

“Then what?”

“Massage your boobs first with both hands, play with your nipples and let them be erected first.”

“Ok. Just speak there and I’ll follow you.” I never thought I would do this. I never imagined as well. Teaching someone how to please herself. My dream is to be a teacher but not for sex.

“Just keep doing it. Imagine someone doing it to you. Are you wet?”

“I think.”

“Slowly slide your right hand down to your abdomen. Stop right there and caress it gently. Just keep doing.” I didn’t hear anything from her.

“Now, slide your hands to your pearl. Rub it and spread your juice. Keep rubbing your jewel. Slide your fingers up and down.”

“Hmph.” I smile when I hear her moan.

“Keep moaning. It’s better to moan so you don’t pass out. Moaning is way to gasp some air while enjoying the pleasure.”

“Hmph.”

“Don’t stop. Now rub your bean. Even if you feel like something is about to explode or you’re peeing, just don’t stop. What do you feel?”

“Hmph, hubby.” Well, I guess she already had fun.

“Two ways to play your doorbell. Rub it doing a circular motion or pinch it with your two fingers and stroke it up and down.”

“Hmph.”

“Wife, are you ok?”

“Hmph.”

“Just keep doing it, wife.”

“Shit, ah!” I heard her chasing her breath. “Oh!” And she kept quiet.

“Can I face now?”

“Okay.” When I turned around, she was done, I think.

“So, is it an orgasm, hubby?” She asked me while gasping for air. “When I feel that my pearl pulsating and my body feels convulsion.”

“Yes.”

“I love it,” she said and looked at me innocently. “I can’t believe I can please myself alone. Thank you for teaching me, hubby.”

“My pleasure.”

“Hubby?”

“Oh?”

“Can you please me next time, and can you teach me how to please a man too? I mean, you.” I just swallowed and didn’t know what to say.

“Next time.” Then I lay down. I don’t know if it’s a good idea but——-whatever. She is my wife after all.