Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

But it wasn’t like the two lovers were aware of their unwilling audience. All their attention was focused on each other.

“I’ll keep my pants on for now,” Jingwei gasped breathlessly. Xue Ning ran a curious hand over the shape of his cock, her teasing touches causing him to groan and jerk into her hand.

He told himself he wasn’t going to come just like that – he wasn’t a teenager coming in his pants at the first sight of a hot older woman (and yes, that had happened before, and no, it was not one of his proudest moments), he was an adult male.

An adult male who had a woman he loves pawing curiously at his cock through the fabric of his pants, the sensation of wet fabric and her warm hand against the sensitive head of his cock was rapidly snapping his self-control.

“Xue Ning… stop,” he groaned warningly.

“Am I hurting you?” Xue Ning asked, watching him carefully for signs of distress. Was she being too rough with him there? Everyone knew how delicate those parts were, for men collapsed the moment something hit them – hell, she’d kneed him in the balls once and Jingwei laid in a foetal position for a good minute!

“No no no,” Jingwei hastily assured her, sensing her worry. She didn’t do anything wrong, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin her confidence when it came to touching his dick. “I’m fine.”

“Then why?” Xue Ning tilted her head, curious, trying to work it out while Jingwei internally warred with himself. Should he tell her? Would she think he was lame?

Then a lightbulb lit up over her head. She understood!

“Are you close to coming in your pants?” Xue Ning asked, grinning ear to ear.

“Of course not!” Jingwei refuted hotly, but Xue Ning saw his face turn red.

“You are!” Xue Ning laughed, but there was no malice. Instead she was just surprised that her simple touch could drive him to that state. She stroked him again, feeling him shudder in her palm.

She wanted to feel it again. She gave an experimental squeeze and he moaned, pleasure visible on his handsome face.

Xue Ning smirked, now the tables have turned!

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Jingwei complained, half-sulking. He wanted – no, he needed her hands on her immediately!

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Xue Ning replied serenely, but she couldn’t stop a mischievous grin from forming on her face as she rubbed his cock slowly and gently so that she wouldn’t hurt him by accident.

The fact that it made Jingwei look more frustrated and horny was just an added benefit. His cocksure composure was slipping, and it was replaced with maddening impatience as he longed to grind against her palm.

His reaction made her feel powerful.

“You’re a minx, Xue Ning,” Jingwei choked out as Xue Ning began to undo his belt. “Wait – wait, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Xue Ning said firmly. She wanted to lay her hands on his cock and play with it – she wanted to see if she could drive him to incoherence with her hands alone.

(Also the thought of Jingwei having to deal with a boner for that long, after giving her two fantastic orgasms, didn’t sit right with her. Jingwei claimed he didn’t need reciprocation, but he would still want it. He’s her fake husband – she wasn’t going to let some other woman please him!)

She pulled away his belt and strewn it aside, her hands on his zipper.

“Careful! I’ll do it!” Jingwei said as he hurriedly undid his own zipper. He didn’t need the sensitive skin of his cock caught in the teeth of the zipper, especially when he was so hard. He gingerly undid his fly and pulled down his pants, leaving his boxers on.

Xue Ning blinked – without his pants on, she had a better idea of how his cock looked, and it was… sizeable. She had no frame of reference, but it did look thick and long. She gingerly touched his shaft through the silk fabric, and felt him throb in her hand.

“Is this your 80000 yuan underwear?” Xue Ning asked.

“You remembered,” Jingwei smiled fondly at her. “And no, this is only the 50000 yuan one. The cock is still the same though. And it’s all natural! Rest assured.”

She laughed, feeling some of the nervousness leave her. “If it wasn’t I’d be worried. When would you have time to get a dick transplant?”

“I’m sure with my money, I’ll be able to get someone to do it,” Jingwei said cheekily, even as Xue Ning rubbed his cock just a bit faster at his words. Pinpricks of pleasure travelled through his body, and he moaned again.

“Then I want to see it,” Xue Ning replied. “Before you go for your dick transplant. Might as well get one final glance at it before it turns purple or green or ends up splitting in two. Or maybe it’s already green or purple.”

She remembered the more outlandish rumours floating around Sun Jingwei’s manhood and laughed.

Jingwei snorted disbelievingly even as he enjoyed the sound of her laughter. One final glance? Not if he had anything to say about that. He confidently stripped out of his boxer shorts, leaving Xue Ning to stare at his… everything.

“As you can see, my cock is a very healthy colour,” Jingwei said proudly. It was red and hard, and it demanded attention after being released from its confines. “You’ll find out that I don’t need my cock to be split into two to pleasure women.”

“Oh,” Xue Ning said, a little faintly. She didn’t have much experience (or any) with cocks, but she’s sure Jingwei’s one was on the larger, thicker and longer side. It did look quite… impressive, especially because it was hard and standing at attention, the veiny surface visible and with precum leaking at the top.

If they had penetrative sex, how was this meant to fit inside her?! Even if she was stretched out… no, she shook her head. Not possible.

“Xue Ning? Are you okay?” Jingwei asked, not liking her silence. No women in the past were disappointed in his dick, but there were first times for everything!

Did she prefer men with smaller dicks? Did his massive dick ruin his chances of getting laid?