[Original] Recalling my wife's sex story. And under my questioning, she confessed her sexual experiences. (5) Serialized.

People are inherently selfish; everyone wants all the good things to be their own. Although I was unwilling, I did eventually succumb to her gentle advances. Everyone has a past, and I wasn't a virgin either. Knowing she had an abortion felt like swallowing a fly, but what could I do? The established fact couldn't be changed. Furthermore, we'd met each other's parents recently, and they were very satisfied and planned to have us engaged. I didn't want this to end in an awkward situation, since both families have mutual friends and relatives, and the gossip would hurt everyone. I had no choice but to accept it. I could sense that since that incident, she had become increasingly caring and attentive to me, trying her best to satisfy me sexually. This submissive woman pleased me, as someone with a somewhat chauvinistic nature. With all my previous girlfriends, except for my first love, I was the one who actively pursued them. I wasn't really keen on being a "simp." By December of that year, after discussions between our two families, we were engaged. My family provided the wedding house, renovations, and the three gold pieces (we had already bought a car shortly after we met). We also gave her family 10,000 yuan as a betrothal gift, symbolizing that we were the best of the best. Her family paid for the furniture and appliances, which served as her dowry. The engagement banquet was held at a restaurant near my home, with over twenty tables, a lively affair.

In our area, an engagement is almost like a wedding, just without the ceremony. We registered our marriage after the Spring Festival, and the wedding was scheduled for the day after the Dragon Boat Festival. Afterwards, we took wedding photos, ordered our wedding dress and suit, and planned our honeymoon. During this time, we maintained frequent sexual relations. As the wedding approached, she became pregnant—a double blessing! I shared the joy of becoming a father with my family, and they were all very happy. The day before the wedding, my best friends came to help me decorate the new house, with streamers, double happiness decorations, etc., until late into the night. I was the first of my brothers to get married. Some slept in the living room, some slept on our wedding bed, and two of them couldn't sleep, so they played on my computer. I showed them some porn, the Defloration series, I remember it was filmed on a green sofa, and those videos were downloaded from our 1024 website. I really envy that foreigner with the tattoo on his arm, he's taken so many virgins. The wedding night, the day of passing the imperial examination. I was probably too excited for this important day of my life, I barely slept a wink. At six o'clock, the wedding car arrived, and with four groomsmen, we went to pick up the bride. Her family lived in the countryside, about 60 kilometers away, not too far. We found ten Audi A8s for the wedding, which was quite impressive. The first nine were black, and the last one was white, symbolizing growing old together. Those white A8s were really hard to find. My wife was already made up and her hair was styled, waiting for us. After having breakfast at her house, we headed back. The route taken on the wedding day was deliberately detoured because local custom dictates that the path taken back to the bride's parents' home cannot be the same as the route taken on the wedding day. I wonder if you have this custom where you live? The wedding ceremony was held at the hotel, and the wedding emcee was incredibly sentimental, reminding me of the true love I once had and the deception I suffered, as well as the kindness of my parents and elders in raising me. Being emotionally fragile, I cried uncontrollably. The wedding banquet at noon had over sixty tables, and another thirty tables were set up to entertain relatives and friends in the evening, mainly for gifts from elders. We received a considerable amount of money as gifts, and after everything was over, we went home and started counting the money.

Although I felt exhausted after a busy day, on our wedding night, in our bridal chamber, we had to do something to make the most of this special occasion. Putting the gift money aside, I turned off the bedroom light because there were two auspicious red candles burning in the room. They were to burn until dawn the next morning and then be stored away, supposedly for use during the baby's head-cutting ceremony after birth. The dim light shone on her face; as the saying goes, a beauty is most captivating under lamplight. She hadn't removed her makeup yet, her figure, accentuated by her cheongsam, was alluring and subtly seductive. This was a stark contrast to her usual unadorned, demure appearance; she looked like a completely different person. I told her, "Honey, you're so beautiful. You never used to wear makeup, but now you look like a different person." She said makeup was too much trouble, she didn't know how, and had never learned; the makeup artist had left her with a head full of hair clips. Looking at her like this, I wanted to make love. She said she was pregnant and a little worried. I said it was our wedding night, we should at least do it once. So we took off our clothes, without even showering. I lay flat on the bed, and she began to give me oral sex, sucking and swallowing my penis. Looking at her face, I suddenly felt a strange sensation; her eyes, with their makeup, somehow resembled my first love (a bittersweet relationship). Staring into her eyes, stroking her hair, my penis was already erect. I had her turn around so her buttocks faced my face. Looking at the pubic hair on either side of her labia majora and her slightly brownish labia minora, I began to lick them with my tongue. She moaned comfortably and started sucking my glans and licking my testicles. After playing in 69 for a while, we started having sex. I had her lie down and gently penetrated her, a little worried about the potential negative impact on the little life inside her. I was very careful, not changing positions much. I felt that the ritual of this lovemaking was more important than the sexual desire. I ejaculated quickly, but I didn't dare ejaculate inside, afraid of any problems, and I didn't know anything about pregnancy. After cleaning up, we lay there dreaming about our future life together, and slowly fell asleep.

After the wedding, we first had a traditional bride's return visit to her parents' home, and then we went on our honeymoon, visiting Thailand, Jinan, Weifang, and Qingdao. The reasons were threefold: sightseeing, revisiting familiar places (my wife went to university in Weifang, and I have some business dealings in Qingdao, so this was a good opportunity to reconnect). We climbed Mount Tai together, watched the sunrise, visited Daming Lake, and sampled the water from Baotu Spring Tea House. We ate Weifang-style baked buns, flew kites, and visited her alma mater. Finally, we went to Qingdao to enjoy seafood, visit the aquarium, and meet with clients. After all that, we finally returned home. I truly miss the days before COVID-19; I long for the time when we could breathe freely without masks. Returning from newlywed bliss to the busy daily life, I received a call from her at work that day. She said she was bleeding a little and was a bit scared. So I quickly drove her to the hospital, but unfortunately, the baby didn't survive. It was the first time I'd experienced such a blow, and I started blaming her, saying some hurtful things because I'd read articles about how miscarriages and dilation and curettage (D&C) can cause gynecological problems that can lead to infertility. Thinking about her experience, I was very sad and even regretted marrying her. My family comforted us and told her to focus on recovering. After about a year of trying, we started trying to conceive. We didn't know anything about ovulation or safe periods, and except for her period, we had sex every morning and evening. Finally, I got pregnant again. This time, the whole family treated her like royalty, and I didn't dare have sex with her anymore, afraid of affecting the baby. I could only ask her for oral sex or masturbation when I couldn't resist.

During this time, I became obsessed with World of Warcraft, creating my own guild in the game and leading raids until late at night every day, expending my pent-up energy. We stopped sleeping in the same bed, and my obsession with the game gradually reduced my attention to her. We always finished raids after midnight, and to avoid disturbing her rest, I slept on the sofa in the study for a long time. Around 11 pm the night before she was due, she said she felt abdominal pain, and our whole family drove her to the hospital. After completing the formalities, she was in a wheelchair, ready to go into the delivery room. Although her body was swollen during pregnancy, her beauty hadn't changed much. Her anxious appearance was touching, making one want to protect her. I held her hand to comfort her. After she went into the delivery room, I waited anxiously outside. An hour, two hours, and then a night passed. I called in sick to work in the morning, and it wasn't until after 4 PM that she really went into labor. The nurse asked if she wanted an epidural. Worried about her pain, I said yes. A while later, she texted me—it was her husband, saying, "I'm sorry." That really startled me. (Later she said that because I'm an only child, she felt bad for our family if we had a daughter.) When she was wheeled out in the delivery room, the nurse held the baby and showed it to me, saying, "It's a girl." We hadn't done a gender test during her pregnancy; we figured boys and girls were the same, so we just considered it a lucky draw. Because it was a natural birth, she stayed in the ward overnight and was discharged the next day at noon. My wife's milk came in quickly and she had plenty; the baby must have been very satisfied. Like all Chinese women, she had a postpartum period, and after that, she started her maternity leave to stay home and take care of the baby.

I work a 9-to-5 job, and after coming home in the evening, I spend time with my baby and then play World of Warcraft. I still mostly sleep on the sofa in my study. We only go to the bedroom when we have sex. Perhaps because of her natural childbirth and episiotomy, her vagina isn't as tight as it was before pregnancy (actually, it wasn't that tight before she had the baby either). It's more like it's looser. My penis isn't very large or small, and the glans isn't foreskin, so it has low sensitivity and lasts a long time. Now, when I penetrate her, I don't feel any tightness; it feels a bit bland and not stimulating enough. To seek stimulation, I had her get pelvic floor muscle repair surgery and bought her a lot of sex toys on Taobao: dildos, vibrators, sexy lingerie, lace condoms, female arousal enhancers, and many other things. When we watch porn together, she gets very wet. I've shaved her pubic hair, and we've had sex in the wild and in the car. We've also tried intercourse twice. I said, "This is the first time anyone has touched you there, so consider it me taking your virginity," and she agreed. The feeling was a bit strange. It was indeed very tight at the entrance, but once inside, it felt quite empty, and the smell was a bit foul, which I didn't really like. During rapid thrusting, she said it felt like having a good bowel movement. I inserted a vibrator into her vagina, and with the help of lubricant, my penis thrust in and out of her anus, making moans that were hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. When I ejaculated inside her and pulled out, it was a bit disgusting, not to mention that. After doing it twice, the smell was really unpleasant, and once the novelty wore off, I lost interest. After a period of recovery treatment and weight loss training, my wife's vagina became much tighter, and we had sex more often. Her figure had almost returned to its pre-pregnancy state; her breasts were fuller from breastfeeding, her nipples and areolas were much darker, and her nipples, which were more like peanuts, were much larger. Her hips were more plump, giving her a more mature, womanly look.

At home, besides taking care of the children, she helped me play World of Warcraft, mine, gather herbs, and collect resources. She enjoys playing QQ Farm, stealing crops and raising animals to pass the time. I stay up late at night, and she'd ask me to help her manage the farm, swatting mosquitoes and weeding. I noticed a certain ID frequently sending her virtual items, so I logged into her QQ account to see who it was. It turned out to be her ex. I remember she blocked his QQ number right in front of me. I found their chat history; there were some casual greetings. It seems my wife occasionally replies to his messages, just a few words here and there. This infuriated me, so I decided to use my wife's QQ account and reply to this guy's messages in her own voice. I wanted to see what was going on; I couldn't accept any lingering connection. Afraid my wife would notice something was wrong, I created a fake account and sent it to the guy, telling him my husband often logged into my QQ account and shouldn't use it anymore. He fell for it.

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