A wedding night with a sex-blind bride.

A Sex-Blind Newlywed's Wedding Night

As the saying goes, a man has three great joys in his life: his wedding night, passing the imperial examination, and meeting an old friend

in a foreign land. Of these three, the most intoxicating is undoubtedly the wedding night.

My wife and I had met many times before our marriage. She was fair-skinned and quite pretty.

Having never , I blushed and became flustered whenever I saw her. When she nodded and agreed to marry me

, I pulled her into my arms tightly. We could both clearly feel each other's heartbeats,

rapid and fast, easily reaching 120 beats per minute. The rapid heartbeat made me dizzy, and for a moment, I didn't know where I was.

In a daze, a surprising thought popped into my head: I finally have my own woman. From now

on, this woman belongs to me, to me alone. I can kiss her, touch her, and fuck her. With that thought, I boldly

cupped my wife's head in my hands and began my first kiss. My

burning , both of us trembling and burning with desire. Our tongues

intertwined.

She plunged her tongue deep into my mouth, letting me suckle it, and she sucked on mine, unwilling to let go.

We kissed passionately, exchanging and swallowing our saliva, almost forgetting to breathe. A woman's body

is an absolute secret to me. Perhaps it's human nature to be curious, but a woman's body holds immense

allure .

While passionately kissing my wife, my hands weren't idle. First, I

stroked her back through her thin clothes. My wife, perhaps aroused by my kisses, abandoned her girlish shyness and reserve, and

lifted her own shirt, allowing my hands to touch her skin. Her body was so tender and smooth, it

felt incredibly good.

As I touched her, my hands easily moved down to her buttocks. It turned out she had unbuckled her belt sometime earlier

. It was the first time I'd touched a woman's buttocks so intimately; I was both nervous and excited, it felt so stimulating.

My wife 's buttocks weren't very large, but they were round, smooth, and delicate. If she took off her pants during the day, they would surely appear incredibly white and tender,

almost translucent. My hands roamed over her buttocks, touching, pinching, kneading, and rubbing, making

my wife moan incessantly, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

I don't know when, but my wife turned to the side, and I held her tightly in my arms. My left hand reached into her chest

, hoping to touch a pair of full breasts, but unfortunately, my wife's breasts were far from what I expected. I

gently played with her nipples, and whispered in her ear, "Why are your breasts so small?"

My wife said, "I heard that a woman's breasts only get bigger when a man touches them."

I said, "I like women's breasts, and I like big breasts even more."

My wife said, "From now on, I belong to you. Everything I have belongs to you. I came into this world

just for you to enjoy."

Hearing my wife say this, I became even more excited. My left hand moved down, past my wife's flat

stomach, and touched my wife's pubic hair. My wife's pubic hair wasn't very thick, but it was the first time I had touched a woman's

pubic hair , and I was so excited that my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. The feeling was indescribable. My hand moved down

a little more, and my fingers touched a wet, long slit.

I whispered, "Honey, what do you women call this place?"

My wife said, "We call it a cunt."

She asked me in return, "What do you men call it?"

I said, "Men call it a cunt too."

I said again, "I love cunts so much, let me touch it, okay?"

My wife said, "No, it's too dirty, I'm on my period."

My penis had been hard and erect since I saw my wife. Now, after being intimate with my wife for so long

, my lower body was already throbbing and painful. I couldn't wait to strip my wife naked and thrust my impatient

iron rod into her cunt. At this moment, I didn't care about anything else. I recklessly inserted my fingers into my wife's

sticky and slippery cunt. I felt that my wife's cunt was so long. It was the first time in my life that I had touched a woman's cunt.

I was so excited that my heart was pounding wildly, almost jumping out of my throat.

My wife said, "Don't touch it, it hurts."

Ignoring her protests, I kept touching her, my fingers busily moving in and out of her vagina.

Her vagina was hot and slippery, stimulating me until I felt a tingling, itchy sensation, and my blood was boiling. Then, I touched two

thin, slippery labia. I asked my wife, "What's this?"

My wife said, "That's the vulva."

I said, "Is there a labia majora?"

My wife said, "Yes, outside the vulva."

Ah, I felt it! The labia majora was a two-finger-wide piece of tender flesh, covered with soft pubic hair.

My woman and I were tender and affectionate for a long, long time, feeling incredibly happy, almost

forgetting .

It was late at night, and my wife, worried that her family would be concerned, made an appointment with me for our next meeting before

breaking up I realized that I couldn't take a single step

. The heat, numbness, and swelling in my lower body made it impossible for me to move my legs or take a step. My wife held my arm, and I held her waist as we wandered around for a long time

, but we still had difficulty moving. And I was still far from home. What should I do?

I said to my wife, "I wish I could release my semen."

She asked, "Where?"

I replied, "Into your vagina."

She said, "My vagina will always be yours from now on, but the first time has to be on

our wedding night."

I said, "Help me, with your hands."

She said, "I don't know how."

When she saw me unbuckle my belt and grasp my penis, trying to release the semen through masturbation, she

shyly turned her face away and said, "Don't do that, save it for our wedding night."

I said, "I have plenty of semen, but I can't walk without it now. You catch it with your hands."

My wife obediently caught it with both hands under my glans. After a few strokes, thick, hot semen gushed out

, filling her hands.

I said to my wife, "Eat it, it's very nutritious."

She hesitated, sniffed it, and said, "It smells fishy and awful." She refused to eat it and threw it away.

Yes.

Although many years have passed, the memory of that moment remains vivid and unforgettable. My wife and I met several more times afterward

. Each meeting was filled with passionate intimacy, caressing, kissing, and embracing, but we longed for

the beauty and resisted the torment of desire, refraining from crossing that final line.

Six months later, we held our wedding. The circumstances and the availability of goods at the time made our wedding incredibly simple, almost

embarrassing to recall. But it was a wedding under those circumstances, and

it was accepted by neighbors, relatives, friends, and parents—isn't that the purpose of weddings throughout history?

After the last guest left, I closed the door. My wedding night began

. This night left a deep mark on my life, one I will never forget.

I first stripped naked and crawled into bed, waiting. My wife, however, calmly

sat on a small stool washing her feet. I lay on the bed, watching her every move intently. The kang (heated brick bed) was quite hot

, and my hard penis felt both incredibly comfortable and intensely itchy from the heat.

Looking at the woman washing her feet on the bench, a strange feeling welled up inside me: Was this

woman my wife? How could I have a wife so quickly? Was this a dream?

Since I reached sexual maturity at seventeen or eighteen, hadn't I had sexual dreams every night? Was my dream going to come true tonight?

Could I hold this woman in my arms every night from now on, and fuck her whenever I wanted

?

My woman finally finished washing her feet and climbed onto the kang, sitting beside me. First, she took off her outer

clothes, revealing a pink shirt and underpants. Then she took off her shirt and underpants, revealing red

panties . Her upper body was completely naked under the bright light. I eagerly pulled off her panties, and

the scene I had longed for for decades finally appeared: a naked woman sharing a room with me, waiting for me to enjoy her.

Under the bright lights, my woman's skin was fair, smooth, and delicate, flawless from head to toe,

like sculpture carved from jade. It was her first time with a naked man, and her face was flushed pink

with shyness. Her breasts were pitifully small, making her chest appear flat, and her nipples resembled unripe cherries. What

fascinated me most was the area below her abdomen covered in pubic hair—that mysterious place I had longed

for for years .

Seeing all this made my blood boil. I pulled my woman into my arms, rolled over

, and pinned her beneath me. There was no foreplay, no tenderness, and no mental or emotional preparation whatsoever. I

was like a ravenous tiger, eager to devour my woman whole.

Before my woman could even comprehend what was happening, I

thrust my thick, hard, and hot golf club—the one I'd been waiting for, the one that had been itching for, the one that had tormented me for so many years, the one that had never tasted a woman's flesh—into her genitals

. For the first time, I possessed a woman, fucked her cunt. The urgency and fervor made me forget everything. My blood was

boiling, my fiery penis was ready to strike, and I wildly and indiscriminately thrust and poke at

her entrance. But, like a virgin riding a sedan chair—it was my first time—I had no experience and couldn't find the right spot.

A flurry of frantic movements left me sweating profusely. Looking at my woman, her eyes were tightly closed, her face pale,

and she was trembling with tension. Later, my wife gently parted her labia minora with her hands, finally allowing my

penis to find its way in. I thrust my penis into that wonderful opening, but it wouldn't go in. The harder I tried

, the more painful it became. The opening felt dry and narrow. My penis violently impacted and pounded against the opening, and after

dozens of my glans, like an umbrella, finally managed to squeeze in.

Before I could even experience the wonderful sensation of fucking a woman for the first time, an irresistible desire

overwhelmed me. A wave of pleasure, like an electric current, surged from the head of my penis to my waist, to

my brain. My brain tingled, and this current of pleasure quickly spread to every cell in my body, immersing me

completely in indescribable, exquisite bliss.

A moment later, I looked at my wife. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and she was trembling uncontrollably

.

I thought to myself, is this how all women are when they're under a man? Looking down at

my wife's lower body, I saw only my grayish-white semen flowing continuously from her vaginal opening, without a trace of

the virgin blood I had longed for. Was my woman not a virgin? Before I could think too much, waves of drowsiness washed over me, and

my eyelids felt glued shut; I immediately drifted off to sleep.

Because it was our wedding night, I was filled with joy and excitement. In the middle of the night, I woke up groggily, saw

the woman beside me, and instantly all sleepiness vanished. Full of energy, I mounted my wife again and started fucking her once more. This time

, my penis easily found the opening, but before I had even inserted halfway, my wife

's face contorted in pain. Before I could even begin thrusting, I felt the head of my penis being tightly gripped by the walls of her vagina, and my semen gushed

out . My penis throbbed and sprayed its seed inside her vagina.

This time, my wife deflowered me. Blood mingled with semen, gushing out and staining my penis,

my wife's labia majora and minora, and the white towel I had placed under her buttocks.

I held my wife tightly, overwhelmed with excitement, thrilled by her virginity and by the fact that I had

personally deflowered a woman. Later that night, around 3 a.m., I had sex with her again. On our wedding

night, I fucked her three times, indulging my craving for sex to my heart's content. However, preoccupied with my own pleasure, I completely disregarded my wife

's feelings, not even having a chance to properly examine what a woman's hymen looked like, leaving a lifelong regret.

My ignorance and recklessness on our wedding night sowed the seeds of tragedy in our marriage. Decades later, after our children had grown up and started their own families, my wife and I finally chose to divorce

amidst a tangled web of conflicts —but that's another story. 　　The next day, my wife had stomach pains all morning. Later, she told me that for a long time after our marriage , walking was difficult, and she always felt like there was a thick wooden stick inserted in her vagina, a swollen, sore , and very uncomfortable feeling. She also told me that if she hadn't officially married me and become my wife, she would never have let me have sex with her. 　　That wedding night left her with unforgettable terror and pain. When I stepped on her body...

She said she knew something was going to happen in her lower body, but she didn't know exactly where. So when

I ejaculated inside her, she was in excruciating pain from the rupture of her hymen and the bleeding. While

I was on the verge of ecstasy, she could only grit her teeth and clench her fists.

A pair of ignorant, sexually illiterate people thus spent their most precious and unforgettable wedding night. I found it unforgettable because of

the beauty and pleasure of intercourse; my wife found it unforgettable because of the pain of her wedding night. In their subsequent married life

, my wife silently endured, rarely experiencing the pleasure and orgasm of intercourse. Over time, she developed frigidity,

creating a huge contrast with my strong sexual desire. This led to disharmony, conflict, and resentment between us,

ultimately resulting in the inevitable consequence—divorce.

In the era when I got married, sex was taboo, devoid of human warmth, and the most beautiful human emotion— the love between

men and women—was deeply taboo. No one, and indeed no book, told

young people what they should and shouldn't do. Hopefully, young people in the new era will avoid the tragedy of sexual ignorance of that time and

live forever in the happiness of love between men and women.

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