My sexual journey with my husband

Before marriage, my husband and I lived apart. He

worked at a well-known IT company in Beijing, and I worked for a Japanese company in Beijing. We were both busy with our own lives, and could only

communicate our longing for each other through MSN or phone calls.

We . Each time we met was the happiest time of the year

. During these times, we would spend as much time as possible in my rented apartment. He said I was a very tidy woman, and I made our small one-bedroom apartment,

less than 40 square meters, very cozy and romantic

. There was a photo of us embracing in Nanshan on the bedside table. The pink sheets, duvet cover, orange lamp, and white curtains were all his favorite

colors . He said he felt at home in my apartment, so he usually came from Beijing to Shenzhen to see me. He

liked seeing me in my loose-fitting pajamas, walking around the apartment and tidying up for him.

Every time he comes, I prepare new clothes for him in advance, including underwear. He's not good

at taking care himself, so for the past three years, I've taken care of every single piece of clothing he wears, from the inside out. I also buy a

whole refrigerator full of food, enough for us to eat for several days. He doesn't like going to the supermarket, saying it's too noisy, but

he can't bear to let comes along. Knowing all this, I always make sure everything

is ready before he comes. In the three years we've been apart, he's come eight times. The shortest stay was only one day before his company called him

away, and the longest was only three days. Every time, I would go to the station to pick him up, and he would always be the first

to see me on the platform as soon as he got off the train.

Today was his eighth visit, and as before, he was the first to see me after he came out, then he walked over and

gently put his arm around my waist, just like always. He's an introverted person and doesn't like to

show too much affection in front of others. But things changed as soon as I entered the house. Before I could even put down my bag, he picked me

up hugged me tightly, sometimes making it hard for me to breathe. At my urging, he gently put me down

and said, "I'm sorry, I'm dirty. I'll take a shower first, then I'll kiss my beautiful girlfriend." He would then go shower, asking me

to pass him towels and slippers through the door. While he showered, I would cook the vegetables I had chopped beforehand, so

he could eat as soon as he came out. Every time he saw a table full of his favorite dishes, he would say, "I've been craving your cooking for almost

a year." Every time he came over, we finished eating around 8 pm. When it was time to sleep, I would habitually

take the other set of bedding from the room to the sofa in the living room and make it up. A couple of years ago, he... We came six times in total

, and we always slept separately. It wasn't for any other reason than that we were each other's first love, and it's not that we

lack modern, open-minded thinking. We promised to

give , but that doesn't mean we didn't have needs for each other. We wanted it, but we desperately restrained ourselves.

The thought that he might not be able to sleep tonight, that he might find an excuse to come to my bedroom to kiss and hug me,

and then desperately try to control himself—this was truly agonizing for my husband. Seeing him like this, I would always

try to persuade him, saying, "Why are we torturing ourselves like this? Let's not make any promises, okay?" But every time, my husband

would say, "Coco, this is my promise to you, my love for you." Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, I was lost in

thought when he came in, wearing pajamas. We both knew he was wearing them so as not to be naked

. Then I went to take a shower. After I finished, I realized that I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes for the first time today. I

didn't call him

. He was tired after sitting in the car all day. I wrapped myself in a bath towel. Because the bath towel was too small, it could only cover my thighs and most of my breasts. I hesitated whether I should go out like this .

Although we had seen parts of each other's bodies, we had touched each other's private parts with our hands in the most intense

moments . Every time this happened, he would plunge into cold water to

sober himself up and say that we would definitely save it for our wedding night. Thinking this, I gritted my teeth, opened the bathroom door,

and saw him online. I quickly walked into the room. Perhaps my actions caught his attention, because

he turned around and looked at me. At that moment, the towel I was wearing slipped down because I had rushed over. I tried

to grab it, but it was too late. I blushed, whether from panic or embarrassment. His eyes were fixed on my

breasts and then traveled down my body. I quickly covered his groin with my hands. In his eyes, I saw

the same look he had given me during our passionate intimacy, when he put his hand inside my underwear. After realizing what he meant, I immediately... Zi rushed into

the bedroom , and he followed. I tried to push the door open with both hands, trying to keep him out, but he was stronger

and easily pushed it open. He immediately embraced my naked body, kissing my forehead

passionately , then moving to my eyes, cheeks, and neck. At that moment, my whole body went limp,

my blood rushing to my brain. Every place his lips touched felt like a hot little snake running through it. I felt incredibly comfortable and

intoxicated. I wanted to stop him, yet I also wanted him to continue. I knew tonight we would break our vow of celibacy; I was

both excited and afraid. Then, his lips stopped at my lower abdomen, interrupted by a frantic phone call.

He picked up my phone from the table. It was a call from his company. They had called his cell phone because it was in his bag and no one answered, so they

called my cell phone, telling him to immediately buy a plane ticket to Nanjing. The client's data had encountered a major problem.

He was usually the one to resolve technical issues, and the client trusted him and specifically requested him to go. He stood there dumbfounded, saying, "Okay, okay, I

have to go right now. I'm sorry." So we got dressed, took a taxi with him to the airport. He was gone for half a month.

The day after he returned to Beijing, he excitedly called me and said, "Coco, let's get married, okay?" I couldn't stand this

torment anymore, and I didn't want to break our promise. The only solution was to get married early. I flew

over and we went to get our marriage certificate, okay? We had originally planned to buy a house before getting married, but I didn't want to torture him and

myself anymore, so I happily agreed.

For the next three days, I eagerly awaited his arrival and started preparing for the wedding: sending

invitations , buying a suit, booking the banquet. Wedding photos were too late; we could do that later. These three days of shopping and mailing

were exhausting, but thankfully friends helped. Finally, the day arrived. At the airport, he was wearing the white

suit —he looked incredibly handsome. As soon as we got off the plane, he instinctively put his arm around my waist, and then we took a taxi to get our marriage certificate.

Afterwards, we went to the hotel for the wedding banquet. It was still early before the banquet started, but most of the guests had already arrived. During the banquet,

my friends kept urging him to drink, but he clutched his stomach, saying the doctor had told him to abstain from alcohol because his stomach problems had flared up a couple of days ago

. Since he's usually honest and introverted, we didn't press him. After only three hours, everyone left,

telling him to rest. So we went back to my rented apartment in Nanshan. As soon as we entered, he hugged me tightly and

kissed me passionately, clumsily undressing me while talking. He asked if we should take a shower together. I shyly

nodded . When I got to my underwear, I wouldn't let him take mine off, nor would I let him take his. So we went into the bathroom like that,

turned on the water heater, and the water sprayed freely from the showerhead,

soaking This made the atmosphere in the bathroom even more intimate. Seeing my husband's prominent manhood in his underwear, I

was embarrassed to look at it in the brightly lit bathroom. But my husband grabbed my hand and pulled his underwear down to his thighs, then

used his foot to pull it completely down, and then pulled mine down as well. At that moment, my eyes were closed. I could feel

my face burning. My husband used his hands to remove my hands from my eyes, then led my hand to touch his penis

. My face burned even hotter. My husband said he loved my shyness. The moment my hand touched his penis, it

erected defiantly, the veins on it throbbing as if about to burst, and his testicles were

round and swollen. Seeing this, I didn't know what to do. My husband scooped me up in his arms and carried me straight to the bedroom, turning off the water in the bathroom,

which dripped and pattered on the floor. He pressed me down on the bed, his lips... His lips traveled down my forehead,

and when they touched my breasts, I trembled. A tingling, electric-like pleasure coursed through my body, and

I . My husband, hearing my voice, seemed stimulated and

immediately placed his hand on my genitals. A warm current gushed from my vagina. I

couldn't take it . My husband said, "Baby, you're so wet," and then kissed my genitals. I felt like I was about to

go limp and faint. My husband said, "Baby, you're soaking wet. Are you ready? DD is going in." So he took his hands

off me, lifted me up, and laid me flat on the bed near the window.

The moment his hands left, the almost unbearably pleasurable feeling vanished. I cried out weakly, "Honey, come quick!

" Hearing my voice, he pressed himself against me, groping for my private parts, using his knee to spread my

legs, and said, "Baby, honey, I'm coming in." At first, he couldn't find the right spot, so he simply grabbed

his penis and started thrusting it into that door that turns a girl into a woman. The pain was unbearable. He

stopped , then slowly resumed, stopping again when I cried out. He did this ten or so times, then said, "Baby

, just bear with it. My baby is the bravest. It'll be over soon." I took a deep breath. I took a breath and prepared to cooperate with him.

He kissed my breasts, then held his penis against my entrance and thrust forward. With a

tearing pain, I cried out, "It hurts! I don't want to come anymore!" My husband apologized, saying it was all his fault for being too rough.

He stopped and kissed me to comfort me. But as soon as he stopped, the pain subsided. He said he was already inside

and took my hand to touch his penis. "Feel it if you don't believe me," he said. I told him to go slower from behind, and he started

gently thrusting again. I began to feel good and cried out happily, "Faster, faster!" So

he thrust harder and faster, and finally, with another wave of pain, he was completely inside me.

The moment he entered, I was suddenly filled with a large amount of filling. Then a jolt, like an electric current, coursed

through me. I felt a blissful, floating sensation, writhing uncontrollably. My husband stopped; he

felt . He said, "Baby, you're so tight, so sensitive. You came before I even started.

Let me take you to heaven, okay?" I nodded happily. Then he thrust harder and faster.

Happiness almost overwhelmed me. With each rhythmic movement, waves of pleasure washed over me. In less than five

minutes, my husband, trembling, collapsed on top of me, ejaculating inside me with a satisfied roar. He

kissed my forehead and asked, "Was that good, Coco?" I nodded. Those five minutes of pleasure felt like

an eternity. Then my husband held me and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he woke me with a sweet kiss, "Wife, get up." I was woken by a kiss, but didn't want

to open my eyes. So my husband started pounding his penis on my bottom, then his mouth roamed over my body.

I rolled over and hooked my arms around his shoulders, pulling me up. On the plain white sheets beneath me were

bright red bloodstains, like plum blossoms. As soon as my husband saw the blood, he kissed me passionately and said, "Thank you,

Coco, for giving me a complete bride and my first time." I asked if I had been moaning a lot yesterday. My husband then touched

my breasts and said, "Your moans last night were incredibly beautiful." My face flushed again. Seeing my reaction, my husband pressed me

down and said... The moment your face flushed, I wanted it. He gently kissed my lower abdomen, and I felt myself getting wet

. My husband immediately entered me, one hand kneading one of my breasts, the other touching my buttocks, his mouth

kissing my other breast. With his movements, my buttocks involuntarily

arched upwards in response. My husband, like a mad lion, accelerated, and I cried out in pleasure, "Husband,

um... ah..." This time, my husband lasted for half an hour, and I had orgasm after orgasm.

This time my last orgasm.

For the next few days, we stayed in bed every day, sleeping when we were tired, and then coming back to each other.

Three months after our marriage, my husband ended our separation. He came to Shenzhen, saying that he couldn't sleep well if he didn't sleep next to me for even one night

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