[My story begins on my wedding night] Author: I Want a Code

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My story begins on our wedding night.
Author: I Want Code
Word Count: 9000
The lights in the rented hotel room were almost blinding. I sat silently on the edge of the bed, wearing a bright red cheongsam.
My newlywed husband lay dead on the bed, completely drunk.
He was thrilled by the praise he received at the wedding, leading him to clink
glasses uncontrollably with the guests who showered him with compliments. Perhaps his excitement made him forget the consequences, which now brought me immense
disappointment. Alas! It seemed our wedding night was ruined.
I sighed softly and reached out to gently stroke his burning face, my heart beginning to flutter. I had hoped
he would shower me with tenderness and the joy of being a wife, but now I was left alone in this empty
room. My anticipation and longing were slowly turning into frustration and helplessness.
I slowly leaned down, cupped his face in my hands, and looked at him intently. To be honest, my husband's looks are only
average, but his features, when combined, give him a rather masculine charm. I lowered my head and brought my lips close to his , but a strong smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit my nostrils, so I had to give up my desire to kiss him. I only 　　kissed
his tightly closed eyes briefly. 　　I stood up and struggled to help him sit up. "What are you doing?" he murmured incoherently 　　. 　　"Take off your clothes, you'll sleep more comfortably. Come on, hang in there. Who told you to drink so much!" I 　　whispered in his ear. 　　Finally, my husband was only wearing his underwear. I held his shoulders and helped him lie down slowly. I got up and 　　took a blanket from the closet to cover him. After doing all this, I was also covered in sweat. 　　I let out a long sigh, feeling a little tired, but I started to feel restless again. I took off my bright 　　red high heels and paced back and forth in the room a few times. I stood by the bed, looking at my sleeping husband. 　　Slowly, I unbuttoned my cheongsam, my restlessness growing stronger. 　　I wasn't a virgin, a newlywed. I'd been with several men, and even now, I 　　maintained relationships with two of them (why I did that, if possible, 　　will be described later). But I still eagerly anticipated the new life my husband would give me. 　　"Tonight, I'll just have to make do," I muttered to myself. 　　I took off my cheongsam, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled down my pantyhose, and stretched. I was 　　wearing red Triumph lingerie, specially chosen for today. It clung tightly 　　to my fair, shapely body; the semi-transparent lace panties barely covered my full vulva, leaving my snow-white 　　buttocks almost entirely exposed. But now, the lingerie felt uncomfortablely tight. 　　I put my hands behind my back, unhooked my bra, and tossed it onto the bed. 　　A sense of release washed over me. 　　I went to the bathroom to shower and relax, my shapely, full upper body bare. The wedding had really exhausted me 　　. I stopped at the vanity, straightening my chest in front of the mirror; my breasts were slightly sagging. 　　I cupped my breasts in my hands, 　　revealing dark red nipples the size of soybeans and areolas about the size of a one-yuan coin. This color contrasted beautifully with my snow-white breasts. I muttered to myself, "They're quite 　　pretty." My hands began to unconsciously knead my breasts, pinching my 　　nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. 　　My body trembled, and I let out a soft moan. A tingling, itchy, throbbing 　　sensation spread through my nipples. I kneaded them a few more times, and the sensation quickly spread, making my entire breast swell. I heard my husband turn over in bed 　　. I quickly let go of his hand, took a few deep breaths, glanced at the bed 　　, and then turned my half-naked body towards the bathroom. 　　I went into the bathroom, turned on the tap to fill the bathtub, and then 　　removed my makeup in front of the large bathroom mirror. After brushing my teeth, I bent down and removed the only thing I was wearing—my underwear. Now I 　　stood naked in front of the mirror. I took a small step back, put my hands on my hips, and stared at my reflection 　　. 　　My legs were together, and the triangle area between my thighs was bulging, looking plump and full. The only thing 　　that bothered me was how little pubic hair I had; there were only a few sparse strands on my mons pubis, and 　　a little bit of fat on my waist. I stood there with my hands on my hips, swaying from side to side a few times, examining myself for a while. 　　The bathtub was full, so I turned around, turned off the water, and stepped into the tub. I slowly sat down until my 　　body was completely submerged in the warm water. 　　"Ah!" I let out a long sigh, quietly soaking in the water. Gradually, my body began to heat up 　　, and I felt an indescribable comfort emanating from within. 　　I slightly parted my legs, allowing the hot water to completely contact my genitals. Suddenly, I felt 　　a slight itch on my mons pubis and labia. The restlessness that hadn't subsided in my heart suddenly intensified. 　　The feeling of my breasts swelling and my nipples itching returned. One hand reached to my mons pubis, my fingertips 　　scratching at my pubic hair, while my other hand unconsciously pressed against my breast, two fingers pinching and 　　gently rubbing my itchy nipple. 　　"Ah..." A groan escaped from my slightly open mouth. 　　My body began to tremble slightly, and the hand scratching my mons pubis increased its pressure. My legs bent and 　　opened completely with the movement of my hand, and my hand, which had been on my mons pubis, now covered my entire vulva, my palm rubbing my labia 　　. The hand kneading my breasts became increasingly forceful. 　　"Ah...ah...ah..." With each movement and continuous moan, I felt my 　　body burning hot. My nipples were fully erect, even my areolas were hard. 　　I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and the itching in my body made me writhe unconsciously. At this moment, my thoughts were 　　completely out of control; my head began to spin, my body tensed, and my legs kept squeezing and opening again. 　　What I couldn't stand the most was the burning sensation in my vulva, and the resulting itching intensely occupied my entire 　　body. Excited blood rushed to my head, my face was so hot and flushed.

The itching in my vulva grew increasingly intense, gradually spreading deeper into my body.
The fluid from the itching flowed slowly down the vaginal walls, creating a strong
sense of emptiness in my vagina and lower body. I felt as if I were floating in mid-air. I pressed my head against the edge of the bathtub and the bathroom wall
, my legs forming a right angle to support myself on the bottom of the tub. I arched my back, lifting myself above the water. One
hand gripped my breast tightly, the palm that had been rubbing my vulva now rubbing my labia with my fingers. I pressed my middle finger
between my labia, the pad of my finger touching my clitoris.
"Ah..." My moan suddenly rose, my body shuddered noticeably, and I felt a tingling, numb sensation, a limpness
, and I fell heavily back into the bathtub.
The slight pain in the back of my head temporarily diminished my burning desire. I struggled to
stand up from the tub, rubbing the back of my head with one hand while using the other to turn
on the tap.
Hot water poured down from the showerhead, washing over my body from head to toe. I lathered myself with shower
gel, and unconsciously my hands landed on my slightly swollen breasts. I massaged them, my fingers occasionally rubbing
my nipples.
My breathing quickened again; my breasts swelled, my nipples hardened and stood erect, and the itching sensation began
to spread throughout my body. One hand slowly moved down my abdomen to between my legs; my vulva
was itching intensely, as if a tiny insect was crawling and biting inside my lower abdomen… “Ah…” My moan was tinged
with a sob; I felt I would break down if I didn’t act.
I let the hot water wash over my body, pressing my fingers against my labia and rubbing them vigorously back and forth. My middle finger pinched
between my labia, and each time my fingertip rubbed my clitoris, my moans rose and fell. My hands, kneading my breasts
, weren't idle either, moving vigorously. The elastic breasts changed shape constantly in my hands; I felt
only such force could bring me a sense of relief.
My legs trembled slightly, my body tense. Moans, tinged with sobs, escaped my lips:
"Oh... um... um... ah..."
I pressed my middle finger against my clitoris, which was clearly protruding. I rubbed it in circles with my fingertip, then removed it and vigorously
rubbed the inner walls of my labia majora. I lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub.
The fluids produced inside me, mixed with hot water, flowed continuously from my vaginal opening,
tormenting me with an itchy sensation that ran down my lower abdomen.
I moved my hands from stroking my breasts to bracing against the wall, leaning slightly forward, my legs fully open,
my vulva exposed. The dark red labia majora parted naturally, and the labia minora, surrounding the vaginal opening
, throbbed slightly, feeling swollen.
"Hiss..." I inserted my index and middle fingers together into my slippery vagina. I inhaled through my teeth
, and as my fingers spread open and fully entered my empty, itchy body, a slight sense of fullness made me
let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
The sudden intrusion of a foreign object into my vagina naturally caused it to contract and grip my fingers, giving me a
feeling of fullness. My fingers began to thrust in and out of my slippery vagina, and with each thrust, I let out
moans that were sometimes high and sometimes low.
My fingers rubbed against the vaginal walls, and the itching in my vulva seemed to lessen, which encouraged me to thrust harder
and faster. My fingers were fully inside my body, and I would occasionally rotate them to match the thrusting. My fingertips would occasionally touch the
polyps at the cervix, causing a tingling sensation.
"Ah...ah...mmm..." I moaned ecstatically, waves of indescribable pleasure washing over my entire body.
As my fingers penetrated deeper, my open thumb occasionally pressed against my protruding clitoris, causing my body to tremble slightly. With each
rapid thrust of my fingers, my body tensed more and more, and a large amount of slightly hot fluid was drawn out of my body by my fingers.
I completely ignored the slight pain in my vulva, my fingertips digging, turning, pushing, and thrusting inside my vagina.
The hot water splashing onto my swollen, red nipples caused a slight pain that instead felt like a tingling, pleasurable sensation.
Suddenly, a tingling, numb feeling spread through my lower abdomen, my vulva swelled, and my vagina began to contract tightly.
"Ah!" I cried out, my entire body tensing up, my mind blank. My fingers were
sucked into my vagina, and the large amount of fluid that had gushed out was trapped inside, making my abdomen feel warm and swollen, a wonderfully pleasurable sensation.
The itching slowly disappeared, my head felt dizzy, and my tense body gradually relaxed, making me feel as
light as if I were walking on a pile of cotton. My tight vagina slowly relaxed as my body moved. I withdrew my fingers
, and the fluid that came out brought a sense of relief to my lower body.
I let out a long sigh of relief; my racing heart gradually calmed, and my rapid breathing returned to normal.
But the passion I had just experienced still made my face feel hot, and my joints ached a little. Feeling a slight
chill and weakness, I quickly rinsed myself off, washed my lower body, wrapped a clean towel around my naked
body, and staggered out of the bathroom.
It was past midnight, and my husband was still fast asleep. Although I felt weak, the passion I had just experienced
still kept me awake. I dimmed the lights in the room, went to the window, and nestled into the soft sofa, bending my legs and
hugging myself. I wanted to wait until I calmed down before sleeping.
The dimly lit room smelled faintly of alcohol, and the warmth of the air conditioner made me feel very comfortable. My husband's soft
breathing filled the quiet room, and a sudden, inexplicable panic gripped me: What if he found out
I wasn't a virgin? How could I face him? Although my husband knew I had boyfriends before, since
we started dating, he'd always thought a quiet, introverted girl like me was someone who could control herself
, was stable, and knew her place. So, up until now, he still saw me as a pure and innocent
person.
My husband is a decent, rather traditional man, and the reason I ultimately chose him was because I felt
he could provide me with a stable life. Before marriage, we hadn't done anything more than hugs and kisses. Now,
a serious practical problem had arisen, and I truly didn't know what to do. My thoughts became incredibly chaotic
; I even wondered what he would do to me if he saw what happened in the bathroom. I couldn't even imagine it.
The consequences of the truth being exposed left me feeling helpless and desperate. Who can help me?
Suddenly, a person flashed through my mind, and my heart clenched. I shook my head violently, trying to shake him
out of my head, but he appeared even more clearly. No… I can't, absolutely not. I lowered my head, covered my
face with my hands, and tried desperately to convince myself to banish this person from my mind.
How could I think of him today, facing my husband? But sometimes,
when people are lonely, empty, and helpless, they have incomprehensible thoughts, and the more they try to forget, the stronger the memory becomes.
The intimate scenes with him appeared in my memory, but the problems I faced only made this memory
fragmented and somewhat blurry. My heart struggled with anxiety and contradiction.
I sat there, head tilted back, frozen, eyes closed, brows furrowed, occasionally letting out soft,
tearful sighs. Images of our intimacy flashed back intermittently: one moment I was naked, nestled in
his arms, whispering sweet nothings; the next, I was clinging tightly to him, welcoming his thrusts.
These memories brought no physical reaction, only a turbulent, sorrowful feeling.
Suddenly, I felt this was perhaps my only hope, like a drowning person grasping at a straw
.
I stood up, silently watching my sleeping husband. At this moment, he would never imagine that his supposedly pure and innocent
new wife was about to make a phone call, trying to find someone to cover up her infidelity, and that she was looking
for the very person who had fueled her downfall.
My heart ached for my husband. Although I had indeed hurt his pure feelings, to
prevent him from suffering further harm and devastation, I decided to try my best to conceal the truth and, in the days to come,
wholeheartedly fulfill my responsibilities and obligations as a wife, in order to make up for my mistake.
"Sigh!" I sighed heavily, unplugged the phone from the bedside table, picked up the phone, and turned to walk
towards the bathroom, casually placing the phone in the beverage cabinet along the way.
I locked the bathroom door, sat on the toilet seat, reached for the phone, and dialed a familiar number.
"Beep...beep..." The ringtone came through the receiver.
"Hello?" A familiar, deep middle-aged man's voice came through the receiver.
"It's me," I answered softly.
"Oh! What's wrong? Why aren't you with your husband on your wedding night? You thought of calling me, are you missing me
?" He said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
"No, it's not like that. He's drunk and hasn't woken up yet, and I can't sleep, so I'm thinking about something." My tone carried a hint
of coquetry.
I don't know why, but I always end up being a little coquettish with him, no matter what. Maybe it's a habit,
and it naturally came out in this situation today.
"What are you thinking about? You seem so excited?" he asked.
"I need to talk to you about something."
"It's so late, what can we talk about? Wait, I'll find somewhere else."
Hearing him get up, I bit my lower lip, feeling a little anxious. His voice came through the receiver again
: "Go ahead, what is it?"
"I...I..." The words caught in my throat, and I hesitated, unsure how to begin
.
"Is it because he didn't satisfy you, that you feel unwell?" he asked, somewhat teasingly.
"No, don't guess anymore, he's drunk, we haven't even...I'm thinking...
what if he finds out I'm not a virgin?" I told him my thoughts without hesitation.
"Oh! Just such a small thing, no need to be so nervous?" he said casually.
My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes. I begged him to tell me what to do, and he said I was a
smart girl and should know what to do. Then he said he was tired, needed to sleep, and his wife was there, so it wasn't convenient,
and told me to contact him again in a couple of days.
I silently hung up the phone, tears welling up in my eyes. I sobbed softly, wiping my tears as I returned to my room and
sat back down on the sofa. Heartbroken, I groggily curled up on the sofa and closed my eyes.
I was awakened by the sound of water in the bathroom. I opened my eyes and found myself covered with a blanket. I rubbed my sleepy
eyes; although the curtains were still drawn, I knew it was already daylight.
I threw off the blanket, sat up straight, and stretched languidly. The towel wrapped around my body loosened,
exposing my full, snow-white breasts to the air, the dark red nipples and areolas particularly striking.
The water stopped, and I quickly pulled the towel up to cover my chest.
My husband came out wearing only his underwear. I stared at him, clutching the towel to my chest, the towel
almost completely exposing my snow-white thighs. I pressed my legs together, my heart pounding, staring blankly as
my husband walked towards me with a smile.
My husband's bulge was clearly visible through his tight underwear. He walked up to me, and my heart pounded
even faster. I didn't know what to do.
I nervously awaited what was about to happen. My husband pulled away from my hand holding the towel, which slid down
behind me, exposing my snow-white body to him.
He slowly knelt down, cupping my flushed face in his hands. My slightly parted mouth was breathing
heavily. I closed my eyes, and his warm breath pressed against my
lips. I opened my mouth, welcoming his wet, hot tongue as it darted into my mouth like a snake. Our lips
intertwined.
I reached out and hugged his back, half-dragging him to my feet. I pressed my body tightly against him, my
full breasts flattened by the pressure, but I could feel my nipples hardening, the tips slightly itchy
.
My husband's hands left my face, slipping under my armpits to tightly embrace my body.
He caressed and rubbed my smooth back, and my body began to heat up. I twisted my upper body, letting my nipples
rub against his chest. My hands cupped his head, and I could clearly
feel his erection pressing against my mons pubis.
My husband half-dragged, half-carried me to the bedside. He released me, and I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly turning over and lying down.
We were on the bed. I lay flat, turning my head to see my husband had taken off his underwear, revealing a thick, black penis, erect and shiny, its glans gleaming
as if showing off.
I bit my lower lip, slightly closing my eyes. My husband took my hand and placed it on his penis. I gently
grasped it. His penis felt so hot and hard in my hand, throbbing slightly. I turned my head away shyly,
my hand moving gently up and down. Touching his penis made my body burn; the little worms inside me started acting up again, making
me unbearably itchy.
A little sticky fluid oozed from the glans, sticking to my fingers that occasionally brushed against it, then being carried back
to the penis, feeling slightly slippery.
My husband knelt beside me, my hand still clenched tightly. His hand pressed against my breasts. His
hands were so hot, his palms damp. I shuddered, unconsciously tightening my grip on his penis. My husband's hands
roughly kneaded my breasts, which was exactly what I had been waiting for. My nipples hardened quickly and swelled,
my breasts changing shape in his hands. I closed my eyes tightly, my mouth slightly open, my breathing becoming rapid
, my body twisting slightly, my legs repeatedly bending, closing, lowering, and separating
. My vulva was also heating up.
I felt my labia swelling, my vaginal opening throbbing slightly, and fluid slowly seeping out
. But my hand never let go of my husband's penis, naturally beginning to stroke it slightly.
My husband couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out one hand and directly inserted it between my legs,
rubbing and kneading my slippery vulva without any skill. More fluid flowed from my vagina, his hands
making my entire vulva slippery, even my buttocks were full of my own fluid.
My husband stirred my body haphazardly, my desire completely released. I tried to lift my
head and kiss his face.
After a while, he withdrew his hand from my vulva, rolled over, and pinned me down. His penis broke free of my grasp
, and I quickly hugged his back. He lowered his head and kissed my face haphazardly. I felt his lips
were so dry, his breath so hot.
I was having a little difficulty breathing under his weight, but it seemed to alleviate the itching in my body. I spread my legs, and his hot,
thick penis pounded against my labia. Occasionally, the glans would touch my clitoris, causing my body
to tremble.
The glans pushed open my swollen labia, sliding up and down in the already wet and slippery cleft, but it just couldn't find
the entrance.
I was extremely anxious. I longed for his penis to enter my empty, itchy body immediately,
to extinguish the burning desire within me with a powerful thrust. But now it was right at the door, yet I couldn't find the entrance and couldn't get in.
"Mmm...mmm..." I groaned uncontrollably. I longed to grasp it in my own hands and guide it
into my thirsty body, but my remaining reason told me I couldn't show my skill in this area,
lest he become suspicious later. Even though I craved it now, I had to feign modesty and try my best to appear as a
virgin experiencing sex for the first time.
I held my husband tightly, using the twisting and rubbing of my body to alleviate my desire.
The intense itching from my vagina spread throughout my body. I couldn't bear this physical torment any longer. I slightly raised
my buttocks, lifting my vaginal opening upwards. The glans of my penis touched the already aroused, opening vagina. Because
the vagina was already very lubricated, the glans easily opened the vaginal opening. With the thrusting of my husband's lower body, his hard,
hot penis was fully inserted into my body in one go.
"Ah!" I cried out, feeling an unusual fullness in my lower body. His hard, hot penis
filled my vagina completely, and I felt it naturally contract, enveloping it, which intensified
the feeling of fullness below my abdomen.
My husband let out a long sigh and immediately began thrusting rapidly. He pressed
me tightly against him, his buttocks rising and falling powerfully.
With each powerful thrust, I felt myself slowly floating up, as if a fire was
burning below me, a fire that made my whole body numb. Each time the glans withdrew, its sharp edges scraped against the vaginal walls, causing my body
to tremble slightly...
"Mmm... ah... mmm..." My moans rose and fell with each thrust. I tried to lift my lower body
to meet the thrusts of his penis, my legs bent, sometimes spreading apart, sometimes clamping tightly around his body, gradually
spreading the numb sensation throughout my entire body.
I clung tightly to my husband's back, our lower abdomens colliding with each other, making a "slap, slap" sound.
My lower abdomen felt a little numb from the impact, but I still tried to lift myself up to meet his penetration.
A large amount of fluid was drawn out of my vagina with each thrust of his penis, and then the fluid was blocked by his penetration, causing a slight swelling
. My body floated rapidly with this feeling of my lower abdomen expanding and contracting.
The tingling sensation in my lower abdomen slowly spread throughout my body, chasing away the itching. The unbearable itching gradually disappeared
, and I was floating in a daze, intoxicated by this pleasure, waiting for the extreme pleasure that would come when the itching completely disappeared
.
Suddenly, my husband stopped thrusting, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against mine. I felt his penis fully and deeply
inserted into my vagina, the glans pressing against a protruding polyp deep inside my vagina. A wave of soreness washed over me,
making me clench my teeth and squeeze my legs tightly around his body. I could clearly feel my vagina contracting.
But I knew this wasn't the onset of climax; it was just my body's natural reaction to the invasion of that polyp. My
body tensed even more.
His penis swelled and began to throb. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Although I loved that moment,
I was halfway to orgasm, and what he was doing was excruciating pain for me
. I couldn't stop him; I could only watch helplessly as gushes of hot semen
shot powerfully from his glans, forcing open my cervix and penetrating to the deepest part of my body.
With the influx of semen, my body trembled, and my vagina naturally contracted.
My lower abdomen felt hot and swollen, triggering a slight urge to urinate. But my body felt like it had
suddenly rolled from a pile of cotton onto hard ground. He was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe, and I felt incredibly heavy. Suddenly, my body relaxed...
My body felt a little sore.
I gently pushed my husband away, and he rolled off me, panting heavily. I took deep breaths. His
not-yet-fully-softened penis withdrew from my slightly swollen vulva. My legs were still spread apart, and
my wet, exposed vulva felt a little cool. My vagina, stretched open by his penis, was slowly closing
, and sticky, milky-white semen mixed with my bodily fluids flowed out of the open opening.
I covered my muddy vulva with my hand. My husband looked at me, and I gave him a slight, bitter smile. With my other
hand, I wiped the sweat from his forehead, gently pushed away my husband who wanted to hug me, struggled to get up, and released my
hand from my vulva. My hand was covered in thick, sticky fluid, and the unblocked liquid, under the pressure of my lower abdomen
, slowly dripped down my inner thighs.
I staggered naked into the bathroom, my long, white body bare. I sat on the toilet, the sticky discharge mixed with
urine dripping down. The bloating in my lower abdomen gradually subsided, and I let out a long sigh to ease
the feeling of disappointment.
I stood up, quickly washed my vulva, grabbed a towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and left the bathroom.
My husband lay sprawled on his back, looking at me with a weary expression. I knew that last night's drinking and the
intense activity just now had almost completely exhausted him.
My face was still a little hot. I bit my lower lip and walked slowly to the bedside, feigning shyness. I bent over,
my breasts hanging vertically, nipples still slightly protruding.
My husband reached out and squeezed my breasts. My fingers grasped his now completely limp penis, carefully
wiping his sticky genitals. My breasts felt a little uncomfortable from being squeezed, so I twisted slightly, shaking his
hand away.
My husband's legs were spread wide. I had just finished drying myself and lifted myself up when he grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto
the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I threw down the towel, snuggling closer to him, completely nestling into his embrace
. I pulled the blanket over our naked bodies and kissed his cheek. My husband quickly fell asleep
, but the fact that I hadn't yet reached orgasm left me restless.
[The End]

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