Xiao Tian wrote about my first time with my wife.

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Finally, it became my first time with Lili.
I was a little tipsy, but I wasn't the type to act recklessly when drunk, so I remained relatively calm. I didn't have a noticeable erection yet, and I knew what I was about to do; I just wanted to have sweet, high-quality sex with Lili . But it wasn't going to be easy!
He tiptoed into the room with his older brother. On the bed lay a woman who appeared to be fast asleep— Lili . He kept his eyes scanning her as he walked, feeling embarrassed in front of his brother and unable to fully and unrestrainedly use his eyes to rape the woman on the bed.
She was wearing a slightly thick, short dress, her head turned to the side, only her collarbone and above were visible. Below her was a thick white blanket, so thick that even with great effort, she couldn't see anything. She regretted not buying the heavily advertised lingerie online. But she could imagine that the hem of the dress was covered in flesh-colored stockings (this woman seemed to like flesh-colored stockings), and below that, a pair of red high heels, only now she was lying on the floor. Actually, when she first saw her outfit today, she wanted to put her on the edge of the bed, wearing red high heels, holding up her flesh-colored legs (they were beautiful; she prayed that one day she could kiss every inch of her skin), and precisely tear a round hole in the stockings somewhere, then half-squat down and have sex with her like that.
She refused, she was unwilling, maintaining her usual reserve, still acting like a good child. We walked some distance, took two boat trips, and bought an ashtray. She remained as slow and steady as ever. I don't know if she felt me touching her armpits and breasts, her soft buttocks, or even pinching her thigh. I don't know if she knew. I only know that she was still like that firework-like woman, holding an oil-paper umbrella, strolling in the desolate rainy alley. I also know that I had softened and hardened, hardened and softened again for her, for the connection between her dress and flesh-colored stockings. She didn't know, so I could only silently bear it all myself.
A woman who doesn't drink much had a drink and was lying in bed wanting to sleep; I guessed that was all. My older brother had me sit in a chair, lit a cigarette, and her face was turned towards me. There was a sense of peace in the darkness, so I felt at peace too. I told my brother I wanted to sleep, and I was then put on the bed next to his.
I knew the night wouldn't end so easily, but the tranquility next door still infected me, and I started to sleep. A little while later, things started to stir next door; the older man had begun his actions. He was quick enough that I wasn't even asleep yet. That woman had probably been touched all over, kissed wherever he wanted, I wondered if he'd kissed her genitals. He probably used his hands, but I prefer to use my mouth; it's so soft, I can slowly appreciate it. The sounds grew louder, but I could tell she was a conservative woman. "Honey, you're so naughty! Honey, don't bother me, let me rest, I feel so uncomfortable," she seemed to have been saying this for years, but it was just these few phrases repeated over and over. So my initial impulse subsided, and I thought I might really fall asleep tonight.
So I went to sleep. Suddenly, a bra flew towards me (though it was dull and lifeless, I was certain it was a bra while it was in the air). I caught it steadily, but was too embarrassed to smell it right away. Well, I'm quite conservative, too. If it weren't for this passionate man, a conservative couple might have really remained just friends.
The bra had already been thrown at me, and I was too embarrassed to sleep or pretend to be asleep anymore. I started to let my gaze linger on the body that no longer had flesh-colored stockings, but I still didn't dare to "make any rash moves." There was still a man on top of me, and it wasn't my turn yet. I'll wait a little longer.
Suddenly, a heavy object crashed onto my bed. A man had thrown a woman at me. I was overjoyed, but my usual composure remained—just like that of the woman named Nana. But my composure didn't last long. The man's passion infected me, and I began to break our unspoken agreement—to be reserved? I wasn't going to be reserved anymore. To hell with reserve!
I began to act, my hands accurately touching the buttocks and legs I had longed for, my mouth searching for the woman's earlobe—so soft and comfortable (I later learned her neck was just as soft and comfortable). A natural beauty, why so reserved! After my brother brought the woman over, he couldn't blame us for our prolonged reserve and left angrily (haha, perhaps he left happily). With a bang, the door slammed shut, and he went to my room. In the ten-square-meter room, only a traditional couple remained, lying together, drinking, slightly tipsy, actually "drunk."
"Husband, don't go, you're so bad..." "Waaah..." "Brother, no, no, brother..." "Brother, can I take a shower first?" The woman kept changing her voice, and of course I had already decided not to let her go.
"Little sister, don't be afraid, brother will be very gentle..." "Little sister, brother misses you so much, brother wants you so much tonight, is that okay?" "Little sister, brother can't take it anymore, give it to me, okay?" My voice accompanied my hand movements. My mouth and hands were working intently. The tingling in my ears and the pool of water below, along with the woman's occasional trembling, told me that she needed something symbolizing reproduction to enter her body tonight, otherwise she would feel empty.
I climbed on top of Lili , the feeling of being close to her was wonderful. My mouth and tongue swept across her collarbone and above. She was having a hard time, not only constantly shaking her head to avoid a mouth-to-mouth kiss, but also having to pull up her dress and squeeze her legs together. She didn't want me to see her body; her private parts didn't want to be conquered so quickly. "Can I take a shower first?" the woman pleaded again. ("Shower my foot!" I thought to myself.) "Can we shower after we're done?" I could only say that. I loved the woman's fragrant but slightly salty neck. I dare say it was the most beautiful neck I had ever kissed, indescribable. Just that neck ignited my endless desire. My lower body began to swell, and I asked the woman to help me take off my pants. She refused, so I had to take them off myself, several times faster than usual. It was the first time I realized how good I was at taking off my own pants.
At this moment, I was completely overwhelmed by an unstoppable desire. I lifted my sister's legs and was about to enter, really about to enter. I wanted to enjoy my first time with Nana, so I didn't go in too quickly. Also, that warm, moist vagina felt so good. When my head touched that opening, a feeling of happiness surged. It was a perfectly sized opening, a magical mouth (I really wanted to kiss her with my mouth next time, I wonder if the woman holding the oil-paper umbrella would be willing). When my whole head was inside, I really didn't want to go any further. It felt so good. I was afraid this journey would end here. I slowly thrust in and out a few times. The woman had told me she was scared at first, but now she probably wasn't scared anymore. I heard her ecstatic moans.
I couldn't resist anymore, and I went all the way in. It felt incredibly comfortable; she was a perfect fit, all around me moist, warm, and smooth (the woman later said it was actually a bit too deep, too fast). I even felt an urge to ejaculate as soon as I went in. No, absolutely not! So I stopped what I was doing and started kissing her languidly, a languid, almost intoxicating kiss (by this time, she was willing to give me her lips, even sticking out her little tongue). Her small mouth was so easy to kiss, and her little tongue that kept sticking out made me linger. I really wanted to devour her, but I decided against it. Such a beauty deserves to be savored slowly!
My hand reached out to touch the woman's breasts. Even through her somewhat thick dress, I could clearly feel her erect nipples. I kissed her nipples through the dress (I could only do that because women are always defiant in order to protect their clothes from being taken off). My sensitivity down there began to subside, and I started moving again.

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