The Three Years Before and After Marriage [All Five Chapters]

This story is pieced together from events that happened to people around me.

First, the first time...

City J in Province L is a city that could be called a large county town—meaning that although the city is quite large
, the people's behavior is like that of a small county town.

After graduating, I worked in the catering industry. In 2007, my original hotel contract expired, and instead of
renewing it applied for a job at another hotel, doing my old job—accounting. Due to work requirements, I often
traveled to the L city branch, where my wife worked in accounting, subordinate to me.

Two months later, my wife resigned and returned to L city. Shortly after, I also resigned and started working for another company.
We each rented a room, in opposite directions of the city, our only contact being a phone call every few days. It was uneventful,
like the beginning of any normal relationship, without any major ups and downs.

Our story begins here.

My wife is quite attractive, about 1.6 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure. Her buttocks, encased in jeans,
are round and fleshy, making you want to touch them.

That day, we agreed to take a break, and our first time together came after what seemed like a casual date.

Hot pot in winter is so comforting. After eating, we sat on the edge of the bed. She let out a satisfied burp, leaned against
me, and although her breasts were restrained by her tight clothes, they still looked very full. I seemed
to touch them casually; she didn't react, still watching TV. So I boldly placed my hand on them. She only moved
slightly, then continued watching TV. But I could hear that her breathing was a little heavy.

My hand paused for a moment, then gently kneaded them. She seemed to enjoy it, still not resisting, her breathing becoming
even heavier. I shifted to another position and gently kissed her neck; her neck was already red and
hot. My little brother had already become hard on its own.

I took her hand and placed it on my penis, saying, "Honey, your little brother is complaining.
It thinks you're neglecting it..."

She tilted her head back slightly, nudged me, and said, "You're all bad guys!"

I said, "It's cold, I won't go back tonight. I'll warm the bed for you, okay?"

"Dream on...! Go on, go..."

I pretended to leave, got up, straightened my clothes, put on my down jacket, grabbed my wallet, and was about to open the door.

She reached out and grabbed me, saying, "Play a little longer before you go." I ignored her, opened the door, and went out...

After going downstairs, I went into a pharmacy, bought a box of condoms, and returned to her place. I
unlocked the door , and she seemed surprised by my return. She asked, "Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

I said, "Someone didn't want me to leave, so I came back!" Before I finished speaking, I pulled her into my arms and
kissed her deeply on the lips.

Her body softened, and she became aroused. She wriggled in my arms. This made me even more restless. I ran my hand over
her buttocks a few times, kneading and squeezing, before slipping it inside her pants.

Her vagina was already soaking wet; my fingers felt slippery everywhere. Just as my fingers were about to penetrate, I felt her legs clamp
tightly together, as if she desperately wanted it.

Without hesitation, I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom…

a scene of chaos. Clothes felt like ropes binding our bodies; the more we tried to take them off, the harder it became.

Her hand covered her private parts, her other hand was across her chest, her eyes were closed, and her face was turned to one side.

I was already naked. I knelt on the bed and gently kissed her from her neck, then her breasts… her lower abdomen…
her firm, full thighs… her calves… but I missed the area covered by her hand.

Her thighs were intertwined, rhythmically twitching.

I removed her hand, revealing her thick pubic hair, and said, "You've got quite a lot to offer!"

She opened her eyes and scolded me playfully, "You bad boy!"

I chuckled and quickened my pace. I pressed down on her, sucking her nipples and kneading her breasts, then
slid down to her lower abdomen, sucking on her vulva, caressing and kneading her round buttocks. My wife, besieged by another round of foreplay
, began to moan…

My penis was already hard. She lay on the bed, her buttocks raised, and said, "Husband, come in quickly!"

I grinned wickedly, "Okay," and forcefully thrust into her vulva.

Her vulva was slippery and warm, even more comfortable than taking a hot bath. I didn't move, continuing to kiss her.

Her body twisted, allowing the glans to rub against me, achieving the purpose of thrusting.

I gently pulled out, then thrust in again with a sudden burst…

"Oh…husband…faster…faster…" I continued to thrust slowly.

"Husband... harder... harder... mmm... mmm..."

"Good wife, I'll give you something even better soon!"

I said, grabbing her knees and pressing them down, making her long legs curl up so her knees were against her breasts.
This way, I could see my penis going in and out, and it made it easier for me to thrust harder. After lifting my lower body, my
penis began its fierce attack...

"Oh... ah... ah... husband, you're so good... again... again..." I slapped her buttocks,
her white flesh trembling, and the thrusting continued.

Ten minutes later, I was panting heavily, my movements gradually becoming heavier. The long, continuous thrusting had
quickly depleted my stamina. But my penis was still hard, and the feeling of ejaculation wasn't as strong yet.

I turned her over, and I lay on my side, entering from behind. This way, I could penetrate very deeply, reaching her core.

After entering, I gently thrust, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. I held her from behind, kneading her breasts.

Her vagina was flowing with even more fluid.

"Husband... harder... yes... harder... you're so good... so long... ah... ah..." Another
series of intense thrusts followed. Since she was lying on her side, she didn't expend much energy.

I patted her buttocks: "Let's do it standing up..."

She hesitated a little, but still stood up, leaned forward, and held onto the headboard.

I took my penis from behind, aimed it at her vagina, and gently circled it around the opening, not rushing to enter.

"Mmm... um... go in... husband... um... mmm... ah..." After circling my penis a few times, I
thrust it into her vagina. She cried out "ah!" and I began my final thrusts.

"Oh... um... I'm going to cum..."

"Cum... husband... I want to give you a little baby..." My penis grew increasingly swollen, and finally, I ejaculated.
"...

Mmm~ Husband...faster...more..." She seemed unsatisfied, her legs pressed together,
rubbing .

I shuddered twice, my penis gradually softened, and slipped out of her vagina.

"Husband, you're really amazing!" After cleaning up and lying down, she whispered in my arms.

"How amazing?"

"Very amazing, I've never felt like this before."

She wasn't a virgin before we made love. I knew that. But hearing it still felt
a little awkward. Damn it, I'm still a standard virgin! Although I've learned a lot from watching porn...

I've been taken advantage of...

Part Two: Crazy 20 Hours, Five Times

Despite feeling like I'd been taken advantage of, our relationship progressed rapidly. Not long after,
we naturally moved in together.

We were also driven to a crazy state by desire. We spent every spare moment together, caressing each other,
kissing, and making love.

Another weekend came. It happened to be my long weekend off, so I could rest at home for two days. She already
had two weekends off every day, which gave us plenty of time to do things we couldn't do during the week.

Friday night's passion seemed insufficient. We woke up close to noon on Saturday. After eating some
food, we started doing laundry. Her panties had many white stains; I pointed them out, then
playfully scratched her cheek with my index finger, teasing her.

She slowly blushed, her eyes gradually gleaming with desire.

Finally, after my persistent teasing, we finished washing the clothes. She immediately threw herself into my arms, insisting on "riding" me. "Riding" was
our secret code, like how she meowed like a cat when she wanted it, and I barked like a dog when I wanted it. My little brother also swelled
uncontrollably .

Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, we burned fiercely in our passionate desire.

Our tongues intertwined, our breaths heavy, our eyes glazed with desire…

I slipped my hand between her buttocks from behind, first gently
circling . She didn't seem to like it much; her anus twitched slightly. I didn't linger, slowly penetrating
deeper.

Ah… completely soaking wet!

I gently stroked her vaginal opening with my index finger while kissing her neck. She whispered, "
Husband, you're so naughty... hurry... hurry and go in..."

I chuckled, "You little slut, you're overflowing with juice! You want it so badly."

"Mmm... hurry... I want it..."

"Then call me, good husband, I want it!"

"Good husband... I want it..."

"Want what?"

"Want your little brother... hurry... hurry and come in..."

After quickly taking off my clothes, I gently lay on top of her, looking at her.

Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her neck was red too. Her two big white breasts were even more erect under the pressure of my arms
. She spread her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and tried hard to get closer to my penis.

I watched for a while, and my penis was already throbbing.

Aiming at her clitoris, I thrust in with a sudden thrust.

"Ah... husband... you're so naughty... little brother... so good..." The rapid movements of the past ten minutes had made
my strength a little low. I slowly lay on top of her, and then rolled over, so that she was on top and I was on the
bottom.

I said, "You go ahead, I'll rest for a bit." She slowly straightened up, pressing her lower body against
my , trying to penetrate deeper. Then she gently moved back and forth there.

I felt great, and gradually felt the urge to ejaculate. I quickly patted her hand, signaling her to stand up. I
like entering from behind while standing; that makes my thrusts extra powerful.

"Ah... um... oh..." Hearing her changing moans, I felt my penis harden considerably.

I tightened my arms, increasing the speed of my thrusts...

"Ah... wife... I'm going to ejaculate..."

"Ejaculate... ejaculate... I want your husband..."

Finally, I climaxed. I felt dizzy; I always felt dizzy for a few seconds after ejaculating.

I lay on the bed, letting her clean my genitals. After she finished, she lay in my arms like a kitten.

"Husband..." she whispered.

"Um..." I closed my eyes, savoring the orgasm: "What's wrong?... "

"Why do you always ejaculate from behind...?"

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"It felt so good, my little brother was at its hardest then! It's

just that it didn't last long..." "Damn it!" I thought something was wrong, so I said irritably, "Do you think I'm a stun gun? Five
minutes is too short!"

"I wanted it to last longer. It felt so good. Your little brother was pressing against my G-spot, it was so tingling and numbing
, it made my legs weak..."

"You little brat, I think I'll be exhausted to death on you for the rest of my life..."

*** *** *** ***

In a hazy state, I felt my little brother being surrounded by something warm, and something soft and flexible was gently touching
the glans. I woke up instantly; she had spread my legs. She lay there, her hair hanging down naturally,
blocking my view.

"What are you doing?"

"Honey, does it feel good?" She looked up and wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You wouldn't do it when I asked you to comfort me with your mouth, why are you willing now?"

"I was chatting with a colleague yesterday. Ah Chun is a bit frigid, she always puts popping candy in
her mouth to give her husband pleasure. I couldn't buy any popping candy, so I thought I'd try it first." After saying that, she buried her head again and started using the gag.

My body suddenly became incredibly sensitive, my penis felt pleasure, but it was too intense to accept, I
twisted my waist and pulled away.

"No... I don't like it..." I pulled her over and pressed her down, my penis had recovered after being inside her
for so long. I gently entered her. It was still a swamp there.

"Wife... do you want... husband, please..."

"Ah... yes... yes... harder..."

A scene of spring on the bed...

After dinner, the next morning, before getting up for breakfast…

the battle of genitals continued five times. Finally, I was so exhausted and dizzy that I had
to finish quickly , even though it had still “worked” for nearly an hour and a half!

This experience marked the beginning of my suffering. Every weekend, we indulged in passion, and if the frequency
was less than this, she would mock me for being a mere showpiece. I'm becoming increasingly useless…

I thought to myself, “Seven times a night? Most people can't do that! Now I can barely
handle twice a day… occasionally, I can manage five. No, no… my health is more important…”

III. The Dialectic of Post-Marital Sexual Frigidity and Infidelity

Finally, we got married.

After nearly three months of busy preparations, we finally got our marriage certificate and went to bed together.

But our sex life after marriage was lackluster. We tried many different methods, but the initial
passion seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with us. We could never find it…

We kissed, and our clothes were quickly taken off.

My penis was erect, but every time I entered, I was exhausted without ever
experiencing orgasm or ejaculation. My vagina was also very dry, and sometimes she would cry out in pain after only a few thrusts…

My wife's job was getting better and better, while mine was stagnant. I wanted to change jobs, but after
several applications, no one hired me. Under so much pressure, I turned to masturbation…

My office was private, and due to work, it was far from the business premises, so I was
alone . When I was bored, I frequented various "leisure" websites online, downloading a large number of
Japanese films. Before leaving work, I would open two or three different players, stand, and masturbate while watching
the actresses on the computer screen, posing and enjoying themselves immensely.

This was especially true during the seven-day business trip my wife was on. I indulged myself even more. Gradually, even when seeing the most
beautiful actresses, my penis didn't react as strongly.

After one time,

my wife asked, "Honey, why is your penis so thin?" I didn't pay attention, squinting my eyes. I
still hadn't ejaculated during sex; my body was just tired, and my penis was limp.

Seeing me speak, she continued, "How can I make him grow a little bigger..." I felt annoyed:
"Why didn't you complain about his small details before? Now you're finding fault with everything?!" Thinking back to the recent
events , she often mentioned the driver who drove her on business trips... What was going on?

I tentatively asked, "Have you slept with other men?" She paused, "No."

Her voice wasn't entirely certain.

"Oh," I replied, turning over to watch a movie on the computer.

She rested her head on my stomach and said, "Honey, I have something on my mind..." "

Oh? If it's related to me and makes me angry, don't say it," I stopped her. This
only deepened my suspicions.

Things seemed to be going on like this; several months passed peacefully, and life was calm. However,
I became increasingly unwilling to have sex. Every day I would come home, eat, watch TV, and then sleep.

One day off, we seemed very passionate... her moans were very intense, and I hadn't
felt that way in a long time. Except when I masturbated, I could never ejaculate during sex. This time was
an exception .

My hands gripped her waist tightly, my penis thrusting in and out violently. Occasionally,
I slapped her buttocks hard, venting my frustration.

After the passion subsided, she buried her face in my chest and confessed her affair. It was during those seven days of
frantic masturbation that she seduced that driver. The rest was simple:
once a cat steals fish, it will do it again. When she was with me, there was no passion. Her vaginal dryness was understandable
.

I didn't hit her, nor did I yell at her. I felt unusually calm. I was afraid of my own calmness. It was as if the woman who
cheated wasn't my woman, and I was just an outsider watching a dramatic "love affair" unfold!

I pushed her away, pulled the covers up, and ignored her attempts to hold me, burying my face in the blankets and falling asleep…

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