Unsuccessful first marriage

My story begins eight years ago. My first marriage came quickly; not long after I started working, I fell in love with Wen and we eventually got married. Undeniably, marrying Wen drew envious glances from my colleagues and friends. Wen was a beautiful girl; while not stunningly beautiful, she was certainly among the most attractive. I thought that with such a lovely wife by my side, life would be incredibly happy. I guessed the beginning correctly, but I didn't foresee the ending.
Wen was the kind of girl who was "beautiful on the surface," but marriage can't be sustained by appearances alone. The wedding night is supposed to be one of life's four great joys, but I found myself in crisis. Wen was a very pure and upright girl. When we were dating, I always followed the "orthodox" route (I didn't understand back then). We would hold hands, kiss, and sit on each other's laps, that was all. Occasionally, I would find an opportunity to pat her chest or her buttocks a few times, and Wen would glare at me and stop me. I knew that Wen was a bit of a germaphobe, but I just felt that it was okay for a girl to be a little clean... On our wedding night, Wen was not averse to sex. When she appeared naked in front of me, I was once again captivated. She was absolutely beautiful, absolutely worth my exhaustion. But what happened later was not as good as I had imagined. Wen first made me wash myself thoroughly, then told me not to touch anything else before getting into bed. I could tolerate all of that, especially since once I was in bed, Wen readily offered herself to me, letting me kiss and caress her. However, when I curiously tried to part her legs to admire her beauty, Wen gently refused. Trying to kiss her there was out of the question; perhaps Wen was an inexperienced girl, a little shy about that. So, I could only do it under the covers, and Wen cooperated, panting softly… I was still a naive young man, and seeing my wife so excited, in my excitement, I perhaps didn't control my strength properly, and rubbed her vaginal opening a few times with a bit of force. Suddenly, Wen seemed like a different person. She angrily stopped me, then shoved my hands away. I wanted to hug her and comfort her, but then I heard Wen sobbing…
My wedding night turned out like this—a complete failure, and instead, I was met with Wen's accusations. She cried because she thought I didn't cherish her, that I was too rough with her, and that I treated her like a plaything. I was speechless! I thought it was just the adjustment period of newlyweds, and that things would get better after a while. Wen is a very good girl; except in that area, she demonstrated everything an excellent wife should do. Because of what happened on our wedding night, we had a two-day cold war. On the third day, I took the initiative to beg for forgiveness, and Wen just laughed it off. The second time we resumed our marital relations, I was much more careful. Wen still wouldn't let me look closely or kiss her there, but that didn't bother me much because she was very cooperative in other aspects. She even learned to use her breasts to press against mine and act coquettishly. I tried my best to remain tender, but another mistake occurred unintentionally. During our intimate encounter, my penis couldn't find its way and, in a panic, was sweating profusely, only focusing on thrusting forward. Wen cried out in pain. I thought that was a common feeling for girls losing their virginity, so I didn't pay much attention. But after a few times, Wen couldn't take it anymore and pushed me off her... After two failed attempts, I became wary of intimacy in our marriage. Although Wen and I often had cold wars, we always made up quickly after a fight, and Wen tried her best to repair our relationship. She was indeed very sexually aroused, and two days later she took the initiative to make love. I wanted to start in the living room, but Wen insisted on taking a shower in the bedroom before we could begin. My anger had already subsided. After showering and getting into bed, I casually changed a few channels on the TV remote, but Wen demanded that I wash my hands before we started. I felt a little bored, but I endured it and deliberately made some water noise in the bathroom to finish. Back in bed, Wen was very gentle, but I was caught in the most terrifying crisis for men—I had become impotent. Wen and I didn't want our marriage to become a sexless one, but Wen insisted on her principles and bottom line: First, sex is pure and can only be done in the bedroom; second, cleanliness must be maintained, and hands cannot touch other unrelated objects; third, the genitals cannot be parted to look; fourth, the mouth cannot kiss the genitals. These are the four bottom lines I've summarized for Wen, which are absolutely not allowed to be crossed! I borrowed a few adult video VCDs from a friend and downloaded a bunch of pornographic photos online, hoping to improve my relationship with Wen. But when I excitedly set up the VCDs, ready to enjoy and learn with Wen, she got furious again. She called me a hooligan, saying only hooligans watch that kind of stuff. Then she asked me where the VCDs came from, which friend I borrowed them from, and that I couldn't associate with them anymore! I regretted honestly telling her who I borrowed the VCDs from. From that moment on, Wen stopped talking to that friend of mine (except for greetings). If I went out and she found out I was with that friend, Wen would strongly object... From then on, I felt like crying. Wen and I argued more and more frequently, and we started to get used to sleeping in separate beds. When I was in a bad mood, I would stubbornly refuse to wipe my hands, or sit on the bed in the bedroom wearing my outdoor clothes (which was a big no-no; at best, I would have to change the sheets, and at worst, we would have another big fight). Wen would always point to the small room and say, "Go sleep there!" Then she would cry for no reason, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Actually, I think I was the one who felt wronged! At first, I would get angry when Wen asked me to sleep in the small room, but later I was happy to do so. From then on, I learned to entertain myself. My internal conflicts with Wen were well hidden; no one outside knew what happened after we got home. I gradually got used to spending time online to relieve boredom. The online world is full of wonders, and I started to rediscover my old hobbies. I don't know why, but I've always liked watching things where girls are tied up, whether in movies, TV shows, or novels. I would get very excited whenever there was such a scene. Later, I found many online groups, among which I particularly liked CA125's film and television bondage. Later, I also frequented places like Depression Space and Li Family Courtyard. At that time, nude and bondage photos taken by netizens were also becoming popular. I always dreamed that Wen could study those things with me, and when we had free time, Wen could be my model, and I could take some private photos of her, or tie her up and do some more romantic things. But I knew that was just a dream, and a very distant one at that. When I was feeling down, I would also think about what Wen would look like tied up, whether she would become weak and helpless, and then I would play the hero and save her… Some things are only beautiful to think about!
[The End]

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