Ten years with my wife

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I leaned quietly against the doorframe in the hallway, watching the person I had been dreaming of brushing her teeth and washing her face at the sink. For a moment, I was mesmerized. It was the top floor of a hotel. I still clearly remember the room number: 601. A Simmons bed, a wardrobe, an old-fashioned color TV—that was all the room had to offer. I had searched through most of the industrial area to find this empty room. It was the weekend, and couples, eager for love, had already filled the hotel beds in the streets and alleys, seeking warmth in each other's burning bodies in a faraway land.
Back then, my wife wasn't yet my wife, just my girlfriend. But for the next ten years, we mostly called each other "baby." At that moment, my girlfriend was slowly washing her face. Outside the window, neon lights flickered. Her movements were slow; she washed her hands several times. I could feel her nervousness, because I was nervous too. Anyone would be nervous the first time they checked into a hotel. I tried hard to control my breathing, trying to keep my body from trembling with tension. I walked up behind my girlfriend. She sensed my approach and trembled slightly, continuing to wash her hands, revealing a glimpse of white skin on the back of her neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and her trembling intensified. I rubbed my chin against her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Baby, it's been three months. I've missed you so much..." She replied in a very weak voice, "Me too..." At that time, she wasn't my girlfriend yet, just a fellow villager. Six months earlier, we had both started working in a Taiwanese-owned factory. I was the workshop foreman, and she was a quality inspector. Although we worked in different workshops in an unfamiliar city, there was always a special connection between fellow villagers. We ate together, chatted together, and unknowingly, a strange feeling began to grow between us. However, at that time, I heard that she was from the city, an only child from a well-off family, and that she was working there purely for fun. I hesitated. I was afraid I couldn't give her the life she wanted. Back then, I had just escaped the decadent life of college, having dedicated my entire university years to an online game called Legend. The inner torment made me less enthusiastic about the game than before; I just stared at her retreating figure every day, chain-smoking.
Finally, she was leaving. In her third month at the factory, she decided to go. I hid in the material preparation room of the workshop, smoking, while she asked another fellow villager to ask me: "Can I see her off?" We walked in silence, I dragging her suitcase ahead of her, she following behind, saying nothing. At the bus stop at the factory gate, watching the bus approach, she bit her lip and said to me: "Is there anything you want to say to me?" I saw the expectation in her eyes, but shamefully retreated: "Have a safe journey!" In that instant, her eyes dimmed, and she forced a smile, saying: "Thank you!" I don't know if we'll ever have a chance to meet again, let's hug... I froze for a few seconds, then opened my arms and hugged her. She whispered in my ear, "Take care of yourself..." She turned and got on the bus, driving away into the distance. I stood there, stunned, the faint scent of her lingering in my nostrils. That night, I got incredibly drunk and had to be carried back to my dorm by some fellow villagers. For the next few days, I made it a habit to quietly squat outside the factory restroom during work hours, smoking absentmindedly. At mealtimes, I habitually sat in the spot outside the factory canteen where she used to sit, squinting at the sky, her beautiful figure and smiling face filling the air, finally fading away without a trace.
Some people, a single glance is enough to entangle them for a lifetime; some destinies are just a fleeting glance. I became silent, handing over my workshop work to a skilled veteran employee in my shift, and began spending all my time in internet cafes, day and night, typing long paragraphs of text to her grayed-out avatar, then deleting them word by word until only blank text remained.
Five days after she left, I sat in front of the computer, flushed from drinking, looking at her lit-up avatar on QQ, and finally sent a message: "How have you been lately?" After that, I don't know what I said, just mechanically typing on the keyboard over and over again. Finally, I got drunk and collapsed in front of the computer in the internet cafe.
The first time I dialed her number, my heart was pounding with anxiety. The dial tone gripped my heart tightly. When I heard the familiar "hello" on the other end, I was speechless for a moment. "Hello, is that you?"
In the days that followed, my life became more fulfilling, filled with longing. At the phone booth outside the factory, after lunch, after dinner, after the night shift, you could always find me there. It seemed like we had endless things to talk about.
Three months later, my darling, she's here!
I held my girlfriend quietly by the sink. Time seemed to stand still; the noise outside the window faded away. Only our breathing filled the air. After a long while, she gently patted my hand: "Let's go inside..." I turned and closed the door. She drew the curtains and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Neon lights from outside shone through the curtains, casting dappled shadows. My girlfriend sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed. I went over and hugged her. Her body was burning hot and tense; I could even feel her trembling slightly. Her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, her head buried against my chest. My chest was damp, and her faint scent filled my senses. I lowered my head and gently kissed away the tears on my girlfriend's face. In an instant, we fell onto the bed, our tongues entwined. My tongue clumsily roamed and chased within her lips. My girlfriend shyly closed her eyes, responding awkwardly but earnestly. Days of longing found an outlet. For a moment, only our heavy breathing filled the room, our lips and tongues intertwined, inseparable. Even through our clothes, I could feel the burning heat of her body, trembling uncontrollably with tension and excitement. Good heavens, I was even more nervous than she was. My knowledge of the female body came entirely from Japanese adult videos, but impulse is a primal human instinct. At that moment, my lower body was already erect. We kissed sideways, and with each sway of our bodies, my hard penis occasionally brushed against her abdomen. Each touch sent a shiver through her. My hands began to move towards my girlfriend's breasts. It was a hot day, and she was only wearing a sleeveless, knee-length white dress. My hands caressed her breasts through the dress. She tried to stop me from touching them, but my persistent assault eventually won her over. I grabbed one breast in each hand, and she let out a soft moan. I thought to myself, "Ah, so this is what it feels like to touch breasts—soft, warm, so comfortable." Like a child finding a toy, my hands kneaded her breasts incessantly. A few times I used too much force, and she softly murmured, "Baby, be gentle!" My breathing quickened, and my lower body hardened. I pulled down my girlfriend's shoulder strap, dragged her skirt down to her stomach, and eagerly tried to unhook her bra. I fumbled around on her back for a while but couldn't find the clasp. Finally, my girlfriend unhooked the front of her bra. A few days later, I learned that bras actually have front and back clasps. My girlfriend covered her breasts with her hands, too shy to look at me. I almost roughly pulled her hands away, and in the dim indoor light, a pair of white, firm breasts were exposed before me. Delicate nipples adorned the tops of the semi-circular mounds, like blooming flower stamens, beautiful and alluring. I lovingly kneaded my girlfriend's breasts, and she shyly hugged my back, occasionally letting out soft moans.
As if guided by instinct, I took my lips into my girlfriend's nipple and sucked incessantly. My girlfriend, seemingly moved, writhed and writhed, her mouth slightly open, moaning softly, and clinging tightly to my head. As my hand slid between her legs, her trembling legs clamped tightly around it, and she pleaded, almost moaning, "Baby, no! Not now..." My hand frantically roamed the outside of her thighs, increasing the intensity of my sucking. Finally, after a few minutes, I broke through her legs, reaching deep into her inner thigh, where my hand found a wet, slippery surface. Having been exposed to adult videos for so long, I quickly learned to use my fingers to hook the edge of my girlfriend's panties, and slid one hand to her vulva. Her vulva was already overflowing with love juice. I covered her vulva with my palm and rubbed it incessantly. My girlfriend's body arched upwards a few times and then went completely limp. The continuous flow of love juice wet my palm. I excitedly caressed her, and my girlfriend trembled incessantly, gradually spreading her legs wider. I caressed my girlfriend's genitals with one hand, and with the other hand, I took off my own clothes. My penis stood erect, and a stream of sticky fluid was already flowing from the glans. My girlfriend secretly glanced at it, then shyly turned her head away. Another stream of water spurted out from her vulva. I tried to pry open my girlfriend's vagina with one finger and slowly inserted it. The moment I touched the inner walls, she pushed me away as if electrocuted, tightly closing her legs and letting out a soft cry: "Baby, no..." With the arrow already on the bowstring, how could I hold back? In a tug-of-war-like struggle, I pulled down my girlfriend's panties. She tried futilely to grab the edge, but she couldn't overcome my strength, and the panties were ripped off and thrown aside. My girlfriend quickly covered her vagina with her hands, her face flushed, her eyes glazed. I moved my girlfriend's hand away, and she futilely pushed my body away. I rolled over and pressed myself against her, my lips kissing her mysterious, unexplored little hole. My girlfriend only had time to let out a soft cry: "Baby, no, it's dirty there," before she trembled all over as my tongue licked her haphazardly. Her love juice mixed with a faint smell of sweat, sticky and a little salty, but at this moment it became a delicious nectar in my mouth. Having never done this before, I imitated the movements in AVs, sliding my fingers around her little hole. My girlfriend's legs clamped my head tightly, making me feel suffocated. After licking for a few minutes, suddenly, my girlfriend hugged my head tightly, and a large gush of love juice sprayed all over my face.
My girlfriend, like a fish out of air, gasped for breath, her face flushed. I couldn't wait to wipe the love juices from my face. Holding my hard penis with one hand, I spread her legs with the other, aimed at her vagina, and thrust in forcefully. The first thrust slid out at the entrance, and she cried out in pain. Then, with a sharp sound, my penis plunged into her alluring vagina, penetrating to the very end. Her body arched like a shrimp, her fingernails leaving stinging marks on my back. She whimpered, "Ah, stop! It hurts, it hurts so much!" I held her tightly, my penis still inside her, the tight walls gripping it with incredible pleasure. A wave of ecstasy washed over me, and I shivered several times, almost ejaculating. Struggling to suppress the urge to ejaculate, I kissed away the tears from my girlfriend's eyes and slowly thrust my penis in and out. My girlfriend frowned slightly, moaning incessantly, "Baby, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts, it's so pitiful." But waves of increasingly intense pleasure washed over me, making me feel like a runaway engine, pounding into my girlfriend's vagina with all my might. My girlfriend cried out in pain, and I, panting heavily, finally couldn't hold back after a few minutes of thrusting. With a low growl, I thrust deep into my girlfriend's vagina and ejaculated. The hot semen made my wife tremble all over, and several more burning finger marks appeared on my back.
I gently wiped away the mixture of blood and vaginal fluid from my girlfriend's lower body, cleaned my penis, and gently embraced my girlfriend, lovingly stroking her breasts. Our two sweaty bodies pressed tightly together.
"Baby, does it still hurt?"
"Ugh, you don't consider my feelings at all. Poke you a few times with a stick, doesn't it hurt? " "
Is it good?"
Hmm, it still hurts
…
After resting for half an hour, with my beloved in my arms, my lower body started to stir again. My hand wandered to my girlfriend's crotch. She slightly parted her legs, and my hand kept caressing and exploring her vulva, searching for the legendary clitoris. I'd heard it was one of the sources of female pleasure. Under my stimulation, her vulva quickly became wet, and she let out soft moans. Finally, I felt a bean-shaped protrusion at the entrance of her vulva. I gently pressed it a few times, and my girlfriend's abdomen lifted up, trying to follow my fingers. I was overjoyed and increased the kneading of the clitoris. My girlfriend's body twisted more frequently, and one hand actively grasped my penis, but she didn't know how to stroke it; she just gripped it tightly, making my penis ache. With my fingers teasing her relentlessly, my girlfriend's lower body was already overflowing with desire. She squinted her eyes, guiding my penis between her legs. I was already burning with lust, and seeing this, I immediately mounted her, ready for battle. My girlfriend spread her legs, moaning softly, "Baby, gently, gently." I aimed at her vagina and slowly inserted myself. Her body instantly tensed, her vaginal walls reflexively tightening, tightly enveloping my penis. Her vagina was already full of lustful fluid, and my penis smoothly reached the top. My girlfriend continued to moan softly, "Baby, gently, gently." I was unhurried, slowly thrusting in and out while kissing her breasts. Her moans grew louder, my thrusts faster and harder. My girlfriend stopped crying out in pain, simply holding my buttocks tightly with both hands, her abdomen instinctively arching upwards with each thrust, welcoming my penis. Her legs spread even wider, and the sounds of wetness emanating from our point of contact filled the air. I propped myself up with my hands, thrusting my hips forward, concentrating all my strength and weight on my penis, pounding hard against my girlfriend's tender vagina again and again. Her breasts trembled with each thrust. "Faster, faster, baby!" Her words were like a shot of adrenaline, driving me to thrust even more wildly. A few minutes later, my girlfriend's whole body trembled violently, and she cried out urgently, "Don't move, don't move!" After a long groan, she pressed her buttocks tightly against mine, her lower abdomen pressed against my lower body, and the walls of her vagina began to undulate violently, copious amounts of love juice pouring onto my penis, stimulating it to become even harder and thicker. My girlfriend's face was flushed, and her fair breasts trembled slightly with her breathing. After several seconds, she released her hands from my buttocks and let out a satisfied sigh. I thrust my hips again, my penis pounding against her vagina repeatedly, without any rhythm, just thrusting and thrusting. The dense slapping sounds mixed with my girlfriend's moans, creating a beautiful, heavenly sound. I lasted less than ten minutes before I ejaculated inside her again. Her ten toes clenched together as if they were cramping... The next day, when the noise outside the window woke me up, I looked at the clock. It was already past ten o'clock. My girlfriend was still fast asleep, naked, her legs still spread open. Her vagina was a mess, her pubic hair covered with a mixture of dried love fluid and semen. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, and I could see some redness and swelling. I quietly got out of bed. As soon as I stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over me. I steadied myself, picked up my skirt and underwear scattered on the floor, and looked at my limp penis. It hung limply between my legs, the head burning with pain, my back also throbbing. I was utterly exhausted, yet recalling last night's frenzy, I felt an overwhelming sweetness. My girlfriend and I had been going at it like crazy until after 5 a.m., thrusting and ejaculating repeatedly. My semen filled her vagina, soaking the sheets beneath us as if they'd been washed. Towards the end, her vagina would make gurgling sounds. Years later, my wife gave me that nickname: "Eight Times a Night." I gently kissed my girlfriend's lips. She slightly opened her eyes. I said affectionately, "Sleep a little longer. I'll go pay the room fee and buy you something to eat!" My girlfriend lazily returned my kiss, replying weakly, "Um, and while you're at it, go to the pharmacy to buy some birth control pills..." I dragged my weak legs down six flights of stairs, bought the groceries, paid the room fee, and then laboriously climbed back up. After eating with her, we both collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. As for work, I didn't need to worry at all. The factory often didn't have me for days or even half a day; the manager was used to it. With my girlfriend by my side, the nights in this unfamiliar city seemed exceptionally beautiful. My girlfriend and I slept until the city lights came on before slowly getting up. Looking at each other's panda eyes, we smiled. For dinner, we ate my girlfriend's favorite braised pork intestines and shredded pork with pickled cabbage, and then strolled around the industrial area together. My girlfriend held my arm, her face beaming with happiness. To this day, I can still clearly remember that scene.
That year, I was twenty-one.
That year, my girlfriend was eighteen, like a flower in full bloom!
The music on the street stopped, the lights in the shops dimmed, and I took my girlfriend's hand back to the hotel. After showering, I held her close as we lay on the bed chatting. Of course, while we chatted, my hands were also restlessly exploring her breasts, our lips and tongues occasionally entwining. "Baby, does it still hurt?" I gently kissed her earlobe and asked. My girlfriend playfully punched me: "You said... when I was walking today, down there... it felt like there was a wooden stick stuck in there, it was burning!" ...A shy blush spread all the way to her ears. Seeing my girlfriend's shyness, my hand couldn't help but wander towards her crotch. My girlfriend weakly grabbed my hand, softly moaning: "No, it still hurts!" The next second, my tongue sealed her lips. A few minutes later, my girlfriend's body began to writhe like a snake again. Soon after, the Simmons bed creaked, mingling with my girlfriend's moans and my panting. Tonight, sleep was inevitable.
Two days later, I went to the factory to report for duty, checked on the production situation in my shift, gave them a few instructions, asked the manager for leave, promised to treat him to drinks when I had time, and then hurriedly slipped out of the workshop. That evening, when my girlfriend appeared hand in hand with me in front of some fellow villagers, they were stunned for a few seconds before congratulating me. Some of the married villagers, seeing my tired expression and considering my two days of absence, gave me ambiguous smiles. That evening, I treated my fellow villagers to dinner. After a satisfying meal, while my girlfriend was in the restroom, they mischievously suggested I rent a room. I was immediately intrigued and inquired about available rooms. The next day, a kind villager helped me find one. It was only a three- or four-minute walk from the factory, a newly built private house, and the rent was reasonable—just over 300 yuan a month. My girlfriend and I both liked the room. It was on the fifth floor, a large single room with a private balcony, bathroom, and kitchen. The balcony was enclosed by a floor-to-ceiling window, offering a panoramic view. There were two vacant rooms, 509 and 510. My girlfriend asked which one I wanted, and I said 510. She asked why, and I grinned mischievously, "510, I want you!" This inevitably earned me another light tap from her.
After buying all the necessities for daily life, I moved my clothes from the dorm over. It was hot, so my girlfriend quickly took a cold shower and started cleaning the room. I helped her as we tidied, watching her busy figure, my heart filled with warmth and happiness. For the first time in this city, I felt at home. With physical intimacy, my girlfriend became more natural and relaxed around me. She had just finished showering, her hair casually tied back, wearing one of my t-shirts and only cartoon underwear, before tidying the room. She was kneeling on the edge of the bed, laying out the sheets, her firm buttocks raised, her white breasts standing proudly without a bra under the oversized t-shirt. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating her long, white legs with a holy glow… Okay, I admit it, having just lost my virginity, I got hard again, so thoroughly, so quickly.
I walked up behind my girlfriend, who was still diligently tidying the sheets. I placed my hands on her firm buttocks and gently massaged them. She twisted her hips, trying to hide from my mischievous hands, and turned her head away, playfully scolding, "Stop it, you're all sweaty, I'm busy..." I was wearing beach shorts today, so it was easy to pull them down to my ankles, and my hard penis sprang out. I held my penis with one hand and easily pulled my girlfriend's panties aside with the other, rubbing the head of my penis against her vulva. My girlfriend groaned softly, buried her head in the sheets, arched her buttocks slightly, and parted her legs slightly. A few minutes later, feeling the wetness of her vulva, I didn't hesitate any longer. I aimed my penis at the entrance and thrust it in. My girlfriend groaned comfortably, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands. The first time I entered her from behind felt very different from entering from the front. It felt like my penis could enter deeper into her vagina more easily, and I could thrust more forcefully, making the pleasure much more intense. I held my girlfriend's buttocks, my penis thrusting in and out of her warm vagina with all my might. My girlfriend knelt on the edge of the bed, struggling to receive my thrusts, her head buried in the sheets, emitting soft moans. More and more fluids accumulated at our point of contact, flowing down her inner thighs and my scrotum. My penis had become accustomed to her vagina over the past two days; the pleasure remained, but the urge to ejaculate wasn't as immediate. The increasing fluids in her vagina made my thrusts even smoother. Finally, my girlfriend collapsed onto the bed, limp from my violent thrusts. I pressed my entire body against hers, my penis relentlessly pumping in and out of her. My hands slipped under her armpits, gripping her shoulders, my hips moving rapidly. Her body was arched by my thrusts, swaying back and forth with each stroke. Sweat dripped from my body onto her smooth back, and her skin was glistening with perspiration. Her legs tightened consciously; I knew she was close. I increased the speed of my thrusts. Her moans grew more rapid, and finally, her body trembled as if electrocuted, the rhythmic contractions within her vagina signaling her orgasm. After the afterglow of her climax subsided, I withdrew my penis with a soft pop. A gush of vaginal fluid flowed out, forming a long, glistening thread on the glans. I pulled my girlfriend off the edge of the bed. Her legs limply knelt on the edge. I knelt behind her and entered her again. My girlfriend moaned softly, "Ah, so deep..." and gripped the edge of the bed tightly. The violent thrusting made the bed legs creak. I gritted my teeth and thrust for five or six minutes, finally plunging deep into her vagina. My swollen penis trembled as I ejaculated deep inside her. My girlfriend's head tilted back, and she let out a long whimper.

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