I slept with the bride on our wedding night

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On our wedding night,
I tentatively called her name twice, but she didn't respond. I nudged her shoulder, still no response. I patted her face,
still no movement. So, I boldly stole a touch on her full breasts, thinking that if she woke up, I could pretend I was trying
to wake her and ask her to go back to her room. Her breasts felt soft and fluffy; even through her bra, I could clearly feel
the nipples—it was a very thin bra. She still didn't wake up. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands,
gently squeezing them. My lust was aroused, and I reached behind her to unhook her bra. The movement was too big, and the beautiful bride scratched
her face and changed position. My heart was pounding wildly. The loose bra almost fell off.
I lifted her red dress from under her armpits—what perfect breasts! The poor newlywed woman,
unaware that her bra had been unhooked and her breasts were being touched.

I explored her smooth, soft breasts, feeling both nervous and excited, the bra hanging on her ample bosom. Feeling guilty, I ran to the bedroom to check, lest I be exposed, but my junior was lying there

fully clothed, fast asleep . 　　Relieved, I returned to the living room and gazed at the drunken bride, her shapely legs limply leaning against the wall. I lifted her legs onto the sofa, adjusted her position, and propped one leg up against the back of the chair, creating a wanton pose with her legs spread wide. As I moved her, I heard her mutter, "No! I can't drink anymore..." 　　Her sudden words made me nervous, but faced with such beauty, I steeled myself and lifted the hem of her dress. Sure enough, it was a sexy thong, which made my eyes widen. 　　A thin, black pair of panties nestled tightly in her snow-white cleft, creating a beautiful sight. The narrow fabric couldn't cover her entire vulva; part of her left labia was exposed, and pubic hair on both sides was barely concealed, proclaiming her sensuality. The relaxed, drunken bride lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her slightly protruding belly rising and falling with her breath. Her body was as white as , and she slept peacefully and soundly. 　　Lifting the bra from her slender waist upwards revealed the same strapless, sexy bra, now loose. A sheer, semi-transparent layer of lace covered her nipples and areolas, creating a mysterious, dark, alluring peak. It made my blood boil; she possessed a truly mature and captivating body. 　　I couldn't resist lowering my head and burying my face beneath the beautiful bride. A post-bath fragrance mingled with the allure of her genitals. Without hesitation, I pulled aside her panties. The fabric was so thin it was practically a symbolic cover for her vulva . Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a thick, black, velvety patch, with a particularly long, thick tuft of hair near the vulva. Due to the position , the cleft was slightly open, revealing a beautiful, full, and rosy vulva. 　　I easily parted the two smooth, elastic labia majora; the bud was still pink, even the edges were a delicate pink , unlike some that are dark. Spreading it further open, the vaginal opening was wet and glistening—utterly tempting! 　　A woman, enjoying her honeymoon, fell into a deep sleep, drunk and feeling safe at home. The groom carelessly left his beautiful and sexy wife alone in the living room with guests. The bride, preparing to offer , changed into extremely provocative lingerie to enhance the experience. She was simply and unguardedly stripped layer by layer, and arranged into lewd sleeping positions—positions she would never normally show to others. It wasn't just her vulva that was exposed ; even her most precious private parts were laid bare, revealing her clitoris, labia minora, and vulva without reservation… One could only feel pity for her! 　　In fact, wearing such thin, sexy lingerie, the beautiful bride could barely feel what she was wearing. Despite her dignified , she often harbored an uncontrollable lust; her bra was so thin it was practically an ornament. 　　Her full breasts bounced easily. Looking closely at the front of her dress in the mirror, it wasn't hard to see her protruding nipples, which bounced with every step. She was supposed to wear a shirt with it, but since she was at home, she decided not to . She was already secretly pleased by the greedy look in her husband's classmate's eyes. As the man leered at her, a warm feeling rose from her lower abdomen. Her cheeks were flushed, partly from being drunk and partly from sexual arousal. Especially when the dress clung to her body , the dark shadow of her underwear was faintly visible. The man's lecherous eyes encouraged the newlywed woman, who deliberately walked around the man in the warm bath, bending over and sticking her snow-white, sexy buttocks out in front of him. She slowly and deliberately collected the trash on the table. The man could clearly see the spring scenery under the dress, and some couldn't resist taking the opportunity to give it a firm and hard grope! 　　Facing her exposed vulva, I licked my middle finger until it was wet, then gently slid it into her jade cave. The warm, wet touch quickly enveloped my finger. The beautiful bride was still asleep. I slowly withdrew my finger and pressed her clitoris with my thumb, teasing her gently and tenderly. Although I was drunk, my body was quite alert. Waves of stimulation transmitted wonderful sensuality, and my desire was aroused with my movements. 　　The unease brought on by lust slightly startled the newlywed woman. She opened her eyes drowsily. The yellow light in the living room made it difficult for the beautiful, mature woman to open her eyes. The alcohol made her feel sluggish. I didn't pull my finger out, afraid that pulling it out hastily would disturb the bride. After all, my middle finger was much thinner than my penis. Looking at her slightly awakened eyes, the beautiful bride, whose skirt was lifted to her chest, was almost completely exposed. Her panties were pulled aside, and my finger was still inserted into her loose, wide vulva. My tightly intertwined middle finger felt like a part of her body. She didn't feel it. 　　Although she was half-awake, the alcohol made her languid and motionless. She still politely asked, "Senior, still not asleep?" 　　I smiled and replied, "Mmm~" 　　The newlywed woman hadn't even had time to notice her naked body or why this man was standing beside her before she closed Her hazy consciousness was very aware of the lustful reactions emanating from her lower body. Waves of heat tightened around my fingers, and when I pulled them out, they brought out clear vaginal fluid. Her gradually engorged and reddened vulva awakened primal desire. I inserted , my ring finger touching her anus, my thumb pressing on her erect clitoris. I flexibly trembled my wrist, and the stimulation of her vulva made this ripe bride much more awake. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sensual desire occupied her thoughts. She felt a slight unease in her deep consciousness, but the desire for intercourse immediately swallowed this trace of unease. 　　Determined to humiliate this beautiful bride, I withdrew my fingers from her tightly closed vagina. The bride slightly raised her open lower body, as if reluctant to let my fingers out. I lifted her beautiful buttocks and rolled her over, making her kneel on the carpet, her head and body resting on the sofa. With a swish, I pulled down her panties, the lifted dress covering her head and eyes, her bra clinging to the sofa and between her breasts. 　　The newlywed woman's mind was hazy, the swirling images surrounding her vision. Instinctively, she felt she shouldn't be making love in the living room, and...

The guest was right there! But her aching body was completely at his mercy. Her high-raised buttocks gave her a naked,
wanton pleasure. The desire that had been restrained all night gradually erupted. She deliberately lowered her waist, and her labia were unreservedly
parted, forming a red slit, with long, dark pubic hair beside it. Her bra was left
on the sofa as she moved, her areolas large and red, and her dark red nipples were not small either, her breasts bouncing up and down with the swaying of her body.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly dignified and elegant bride was unexpectedly wanton after being aroused.
How could not make one want to touch her? Her high buttocks rose and fell, her mouth murmured unintelligible words, moaning and groaning.
She lifted the skirt covering her face, revealing a face full of smugness. She still didn't realize that the one penetrating her from behind wasn't her
husband !

She quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbing one breast in each hand and squeezing them. She cried out in pleasure, "Oh...good...
so good...I'm so beautiful...so comfortable...hmm..."

Afraid her junior would hear, she offered her fingers to suck on, making smacking noises. I no longer held back,
raising my large penis and thrusting it into her tender vagina. The newlywed beauty further opened her vulva to meet my penetration.
After adjusting our position, I thrust forcefully, each impact making a sound. Her full, firm breasts swayed back and forth, her juices
overflowing and wetting my scrotum.

The bride felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation, moaning, "Ah...ah...good husband...oh...
god ...you're making me fly...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...I'm so itchy...oh...
I can't hold back...I'm going to come..."

The "sizzling" sounds of penetration and her passionate moans filled the living room.

She climaxed once, and before I could react, she automatically lifted her left leg, rolled over, and braced herself on the carpet with her hands.

I cooperated with her movements, sitting down with my legs apart, watching her expression intently. She, however, was enjoying
herself immensely, her eyes closed and head tilted back, still not recognizing who was doing her to her. After turning over to face me, she sat on my
lap , burying her head between her breasts, the beautiful bride completely lost in the moment, half-squatting, half-sitting with her legs straddling
my sides, tilting her head back to enjoy a different kind of pleasure.

Seeking more intense stimulation, I held her buttocks, and she actively swayed her hips and moved up and down.

I never imagined that an unintentional overnight stay would lead to a beautiful and dignified bride. At the wedding, she was so
reserved , displaying her upbringing in every way. Looking at the beautiful woman moaning before me, she was completely different. I heard her cry out:

"Good brother... oh... um... you've made me feel so good... hum... hum... oh... such a beautiful
big cock... you're making me feel so good... ah... ah... ah..."

I rotated her buttocks with both hands, the fresh stimulation bringing her to another climax.

The sensitive bride quickly climaxed twice, still slightly drunk, she leaned weakly against me,
her entire body pressed tightly against mine, warm and soft. My huge, hard penis was still deeply inserted into her beautiful vagina, her lower body
covered in her semen and juices. My kisses moved from her chest to her pink neck, finding her sweet lips, swirling them wildly
, completely invading her body. I even forgot her name.

The languid, wanton bride slowly opened her eyes, mumbling, "Good husband, you're like a
different person today, you're making me feel so good, so good!..."

Our eyes met...

her face filled with panic, she swallowed the unfinished lewd words, desperately trying to break free, but the wanton
bride was still weak, I held her tightly, she hit my back with her hands, but couldn't escape
the arms that gripped her waist.

The sudden loss of self-respect left the bride at a loss for what to do. Regretful of her earlier actions, the thought of
that intense pleasure brought back memories of unprecedented penetration. But why would her senior penetrate her like this? Oh dear! She blamed
herself for drinking too much.

A mix of conflicting emotions washed over her. She never imagined that what was inside her wasn't her husband's penis. The pleasure
continued to emanate from the tightly inserted shaft, and her struggles only
intensified the stimulation.

She cried out in alarm, "Senior, please let me go..."

I said expressionlessly, "That's not what you said just now..."

The beautiful bride was too ashamed to lift her head.

“I can let you go, but only if you repeat what you just said…”

I said, but my body didn’t stop at all. My body’s natural reaction annoyed the beautiful
bride , but a sliver of hope remained in her heart. She said shyly,

“Okay! I’ll say it, then… ah… ah… um… you… you have to let me go… oh…
senior … ah… ah… you… ah… you’re a bad person… ah…”

I thrust into her hard and said, “What you said is a little different from before…”

She gasped and cried out repeatedly, “Ugh… there… what’s there… ah… ah…
different … senior… um… thrust into me… ah… harder… ah ah… I’m so happy… ah…
senior… ah… ah…”

The conflicted bride was originally unwilling to start moaning, but lust made her moan naturally. In order to
cover up her moaning because of pleasure, she pretended to agree to the senior’s threat.

She tilted her head back, too embarrassed to face me. I deliberately pulled my penis almost out, and she instinctively pressed her lower body
tightly , trying to stop me from pulling it out. This action brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. She lowered her head, and I wanted her to see
the obscene sight of my big penis penetrating her wet vagina.

I said to her, "Your moans just now weren't standard. Did you really want to be penetrated, so you deliberately made the wrong sounds? Look how much pleasure your
little hole is having and it won't leave my penis..."

The bride, intoxicated by the pleasure of intercourse, finally softened and said with a mixture of shame and pleasure, "Mmm...
Senior ... Ah... Ah... You... Don't shame me anymore... You really penetrate me... Penetrate me... Ah...
It feels so good... Ah... I'll... Ah... Do as you say..."

I kissed her breasts triumphantly. Because of the sitting position, my penis could only make small thrusts, which
didn't cause me much stimulation. But it was different for the bride, whose clitoris was being pressed against by the base of my penis. Although she didn't want
to admit it , the fact was that her vaginal fluid was flowing and she was moaning continuously.

I was unwilling to miss such an opportunity, so I slightly parted my body to let the subdued bride see
the male organ inserted into her private parts, slowly moving in and out, the tender flesh on her petals turning in and out with each movement.

I said, "Weren't you eager to show off your body at the dinner table tonight?"

She shook her head violently, looking aggrieved, not expecting anyone to see through her thoughts.

"You brazenly spread your cunt open while you were asleep, yet you didn't react. You must do this often, right?" I
said as I thrust in and out. Even though she didn't want to admit her lewdness, her beautiful cunt secreted even more lustful fluid while being penetrated.

After the beautiful bride gave up resisting, she let her senior thrust into her. I used the last bit of strength to fuck
her lay down completely limp and powerless, her legs spread apart and unable to close. She climaxed twice more, but there
wasn't much fluid left, leaving a large wet patch on the carpet.

I tried hard to ejaculate and finish, but for some reason tonight, I just couldn't ejaculate!

She was exhausted and still drunk. Even though she was being penetrated, she still fell asleep, looking
incredibly .

I was also a little tired, so I lay down on her breasts and fell asleep, leaving my penis inside her...

...

In the early morning in central Taiwan, birds were chirping and chattering outside the window; it was already dawn.

The oppressed bride slowly awoke, her naked body sprawled on the carpet, legs outstretched. She dared not move. The man
pressing down on her remained asleep, his penis, though limp, not entirely deflated; the glans still inside her
. After resting, her headache subsided. She quietly recalled her wanton behavior the previous night when she was violated, her
cheeks flushed with shame. The man on top of her had brought her to the brink of ecstasy—an experience she had never had before
. Yet, strangely, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart…

I woke up facing her. Both of us turned away shyly. The morning's physiological response had made
my penis swell, feeling incredibly good inside her warm, moist vagina. She looked at me with a reproachful smile and said, “Weren't you satisfied with bullying
me ? Now you want more?” She then hooked her legs around my waist.

My tense, anxious heart suddenly relaxed. I had been regretting my impulsiveness and making a big mistake, but I didn't expect
her...

Pretending not to understand, I said, "No, it's just a normal physiological reaction for men."

Her wet pussy, still holding my penis, started gushing out again. I thrust in without restraint, all the way to the bottom. After relaxing,
the bride lifted her legs and straddled my shoulders, letting the wonderful sensation reach deep inside.

With each piston-like movement, the point of contact made "pop! pop!" sounds, along with the beautiful bride's
moans of "hmm...hmm...uh...uh...ah...ah..."

I was afraid my junior would hear.

My worry wasn't unfounded...

Suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the master bedroom...

The bride and I stopped immediately, ignoring the flowing juices and my swollen penis, and quickly rolled
over . The bride, who had only lifted her red dress, pulled it down after standing up, covering herself. I used
the speed I had honed in the army to put on my trousers and underwear. Just as we finished getting ready, my junior opened the door and came out.

That was close! I wonder if he woke up last night and found his beautiful wife sleeping with her legs spread and being pinned down?

The bride, feeling guilty, said in a coquettish voice, "Honey! Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"

I was startled to see the sexy black panties on the floor, quickly stepped on them, and slipped them into my pocket.

My junior looked exhausted, yawning as he said, "I woke up with a stomachache, and when I couldn't see you, I came out to look for you.
Since you say so, I'll go back to sleep, okay?"

He couldn't resist a surge of desire as he looked at his wife's full breasts, but dared not make a move because I was nearby .
His hand, around her slender waist, kept stroking downwards, and a sudden thought crossed his mind: Was his new wife not wearing panties? Wouldn't such a short dress
easily expose her? His sleepiness vanished.

I had no interest in watching the couple's intimacy, so I sat down on the sofa. My junior sat down opposite me and asked
his wife to make tea.

The beautiful young woman squatted down to get the tea set, facing me directly. Her thick, dark pubic hair was still clearly visible in the shadows. My junior seemed
to have noticed me peeping and told his wife to turn away. Little did he know that his wife's subconscious actions didn't mind
being seen . "We've already done it, what's the point of being reserved?

" The groom silently prayed, "Please! Please! Can't see, can't see..."

The beautiful woman, unable to squat properly after turning away, stood up and bent down to arrange the tea set, her entire vulva exposed before
me, still wet! The pubic hair on either side of her labia was curly and thick, and due to her position, tender red
buds peeked out from the cleft. The sight made my penis throb again.

My junior looked at the delicate bride with a puzzled expression. Although she looked tired, her cheeks
were flushed and she smiled sweetly, completely unaware that her underwear was revealing glimpses of her.

Actually, seeing her husband and senior's eager expressions and teasing behavior, the bride knew
her private parts were being watched by the senior, and a sense of exposure quickly washed over her. Coupled with
the interruption of their earlier encounter when her husband woke up, her body and mind were agitated, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more.

After only two cups of tea, the junior's stomach started hurting again, and he rushed to the toilet. His new wife and I followed
him concerned greetings.

I, standing by the bathroom door in their bedroom, couldn't resist the stimulation any longer. I boldly unzipped my pants, freeing my penis, lifted her
skirt, and attacked from behind. She lay on the edge of the bed, letting me penetrate her. The thrill of the clandestine act made her both nervous and
excited . Lubricated by her still-wet vaginal fluids, it was easy to insert myself. Even though I was trying to be careful, we still made
sounds of intercourse. Separated only by the bathroom door, I was almost melting with pleasure, passionately and eagerly thrusting into my junior's beautiful
wife .

The bride, afraid to cry out, only moaned softly… occasionally letting out long sighs.

This intense and stimulating intercourse, with rapid rubbing of our genitals, led to my ejaculation in less than five minutes. My scalding,
cloudy semen shot into her vagina. Unsatisfied, she vigorously shook her hips back and forth, utterly lewd.

She used my still-erect penis to rub against her vulva, her greedy and wanton appearance truly unforgettable.

Finally, she ejaculated too.

When I pulled out, a lot of clear, sticky fluid came out with it. Her husband flushed the toilet, quickly grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe her
genitals, and, without bothering to clean herself, hastily threw them into the trash can—it was a close call!

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