The three years before and after marriage

I. My first time
in City J of Province L was a city that could be called a large county town, meaning that although the city was relatively large, the people's way of doing things was like that of a county town.
After graduating, I worked in the catering industry. In 2007, my original hotel contract expired, and instead of renewing it, I 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, and shortly after, I also resigned and started working for another company. We each rented a room in opposite directions of the city, and our only contact was a phone call every few days. It was uneventful, like the beginning of a normal relationship, without any major ups and downs.
Our story began here.
My wife was good-looking, about 1.6 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure. Her buttocks were round and fleshy, encased in jeans, making you want to touch them.
That day, we agreed to rest, and our first time came after what seemed like an unintentional date.
Hot pot in winter is so comforting. After we finished 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, but 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."
"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 grabbed my hand and said, "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 remove them, the harder they 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 figure!"
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 her vulva, caressing and kneading her round buttocks. My wife, under another round of foreplay, began to moan...
My penis was already hard. She lay on the bed, raised her buttocks, 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 forcefully...
"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 raising 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 as before.
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 fierce thrust, but since she was lying on her side, she didn't expend much energy.
I patted her buttocks: "Let's do it standing up..."
She was a little hesitant, but still stood up, leaned over, 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 more and more swollen, and finally, I exploded...
"Mmm~ husband... faster... more..." She seemed unsatisfied, her legs clamped together, rubbing against something.
I shuddered twice, and my penis gradually softened, slipping out of her vagina.
"Honey, you're amazing!" she whispered in my arms after we dried ourselves off and lay down.
"How amazing?"
"Amazing. I've never felt anything like this before."
She wasn't a virgin before we made love. I knew that. But hearing it still made me feel a little awkward. Damn it, I'm still a 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 driven to a frenzy by our desires. We spent every spare moment together, caressing each other, kissing, and making love.
It was another weekend. 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 a little lacking. We didn't get up until almost noon on Saturday. After eating something, we started doing laundry. There were many white stains on her panties. I pointed them out, then playfully scratched her cheek with my index finger, teasing her.
She slowly blushed, and her eyes gradually shone with desire.
Finally, after much harassment, we finished washing the clothes. She immediately threw herself into my arms, insisting on riding me. Riding me 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 up uncontrollably.
Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, we burned fiercely in a frenzy of lust.
Two tongues intertwined, breathing heavily, eyes glazed with desire…
I slipped my hand between her buttocks from behind, gently circling her anus with my index finger. She didn't seem to like it; her little anus twitched slightly. I didn't linger, slowly penetrating deeper into her flower stream.
Ah…so wet!
I gently stroked her vaginal opening with my index finger, kissing her neck as I spoke. She whispered, "Husband, you're naughty…hurry…hurry up and go in…"
I chuckled, "Little slut, you're overflowing! You want it ." "
Mmm…hurry… I want it…"
"Then call me, good husband, I want it!"
"Good husband…I want it…"
"Want what?"
"I want your little brother…hurry…hurry up and come in…"
After quickly removing my clothes, I gently lay on top of her, watching her.
Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her neck red as well. Her two large breasts, pressed against my arms, became even more erect. She spread her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and tried to get closer to my penis.
I watched for a while; my penis was already throbbing.
Aiming at her clitoris, I thrust in with a sudden burst.
"Ah...husband...you're so naughty...my little brother...it feels so good..." The rapid movements over ten minutes had left me a little weak. I slowly lay on top of her, and with a quick movement, we were in a position where she was on top and I was on the bottom.
I said, "You go first, I'll rest for a bit." She slowly straightened up, pressing her lower body hard against my penis, trying to make it go deeper. Then she gently moved back and forth inside.
I felt great, and gradually felt the urge to ejaculate. I quickly patted her hand, signaling her to stand up. I like to enter from behind while standing; that way, my thrusts are especially powerful.
"Ah...um...oh..." Hearing her changing moans, I felt my penis harden even more.
I tightened my grip, increasing the speed of my thrusts…
“Ah…wife…I’m going to ejaculate…”
“Ejaculate…ejaculate…I want your husband…”
Finally, it erupted. 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 nestled in my arms like a kitten.
“Husband…” she whispered.
“Mmm…” I closed my eyes, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm: “What…?”
“Why do you always ejaculate from behind…”
“Were you comfortable?” I asked.
"It felt so good, my little brother was at its hardest then! It's just that it did
n't last long..." "Damn it!" I thought something had happened, 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..."
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In a daze, I felt my little brother being surrounded by something warm, and something soft and flexible was gently touching the glans. I woke up instantly, and she spread my legs apart. 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 let me comfort you with my mouth when I asked you to, what? Now you're willing?"
"I was chatting with my colleagues yesterday. Ah Chun is a bit frigid, she always puts popping candy in her mouth to please her husband. 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. Although my penis felt pleasure, 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 just finished... for a long time and had now recovered. I gently entered her vagina. It was still a swamp there.
"Wife... do you want... is your husband okay..."
"Ah... yes... yes... harder..."
The bed was a scene of spring...
After dinner, the next morning, before getting up for breakfast...
the battle of the intestines continued five times. Finally, I was so exhausted that I was dizzy and couldn't ejaculate properly, so I ended it quickly. Even so, I had still "worked" for almost an hour and a half!
After this experience, my suffering began. Every weekend, we would indulge in passion, and if the frequency was less than this, she would laugh at me for being a silver-plated spear. I'm getting less and less capable...
I thought to myself, "Seven times a night is something most people can't do! Now I can barely handle twice a day... Occasionally, I can barely manage five times. No, no... My health is more important..."
III. The Dialectic of Post-Marital 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 quickly took off our clothes.
Although my little brother was erect, I never felt the urge to ejaculate even after I was exhausted every time I entered. My wife's 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 applying several times, no one hired me. Under so much pressure, I turned to masturbation...
My office was private, but due to work, it was far from the business premises, so I was alone in the office every day. When I was bored, I would browse various "leisure" websites online and download a lot of Japanese porn. Before leaving work, I would open two or three different players, stand up, and masturbate to the porn stars on the computer screen, watching them pose and seem extremely happy.
Especially during the seven-day business trip my wife was on, I indulged myself even more. Gradually, even when I saw 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 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 up a little..." I felt annoyed: "Why didn't you find fault with everything before? Now you're nitpicking 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."
There was no certainty in her voice.
"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 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. Aside from ejaculating through masturbation, I couldn't ejaculate during sex. This time was different.
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 actively 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. 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; I was just an outsider, watching a thrilling "Adultery Story" unfold!
I pushed her away, pulled the covers up, and ignored her attempts to hold me, falling asleep under the covers…
IV. Impotence (Final Chapter)
I slept until dawn, knowing my wife had cheated on me, yet I seemed unaffected…
I never knew why. I even doubted whether my calm acceptance of the story without any reaction made me a coward!
What man would tolerate his woman's infidelity,
yet I remained indifferent…
The consequences gradually became apparent: I became impotent.
No matter how I tried to manipulate my penis, it remained limp and lifeless. Even when it managed to stand, it was soft and limp, completely lacking its former strength.
That once-powerful little steel rod had become a mere empty shell!
I refused medication, refused sex, but lacked the courage to end this marriage of less than a year.
The story didn't end; life went on…
[The End]

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