My Nymphomaniac Wife (English Translation)

My Nymphomaniac Wife

A Short Trip to Prague
Chapter 1 by Thund4r

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Exactly 8 years ago today, we got married. We're sitting on a bar terrace on a warm summer evening in Prague, toasting with cocktails. Our two kids are with their grandparents, and we're enjoying a short getaway together.

I look at Nicole and once again realize how beautiful my wife is. Her long, blonde hair frames her round face. With big blue eyes, she gazes mischievously and curiously at the bustling Wenceslas Square. When I met her 13 years ago, I was surprised I managed to win over this beauty. I was even more surprised that she was still a virgin at 22 when we slept together for the first time a few weeks later. At first, we were at it like rabbits, often several times a day. Even now, rarely does a week go by without sex. And mine is the only cock she’s ever felt. Our family planning is complete, and since she can’t tolerate the pill and dislikes condoms, she uses an IUD. Nicole is always ready, always wet, and has never turned me down. Quite the opposite. She’s a secret nymphomaniac. Secret because, until recently, she never made the first move. But I’ve started to notice a change. She’s becoming more open. Her kinkiness shows more often.

I watch her as she licks the orange slice that garnishes her cocktail, giving me a challenging look. "Horny again?" I ask, and Nicole slowly licks her upper lip in an exaggerated manner. "What are we doing with the rest of the night?" she asks instead. We decide to check out the Prague nightlife.

While I pay, Nicole quickly goes to the bathroom. The waiter watches her confidently walk into the bar in high heels. Her short, tight evening dress perfectly shows off her feminine figure. Nice curves but still slim with still firm C-cup breasts. Her dark blue dress is tied at the neck, revealing she’s not wearing a bra. The waiter grins and gives me a thumbs up. There it is again, that exciting feeling when others find Nicole hot.

We leave the bar and walk up Wenceslas Square. As I take Nicole's hand, she slips a piece of fabric into mine. The little minx took off her thong in the bathroom. When I ask her how it feels to walk through the Prague night with just a dress and high heels, Nicole whispers, "Really hot! I’ve always wanted to try it." She smiles at me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.