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About our marriage 

I recently had a deep conversation with my husband. I was surprised by how much he thought about our marriage. Why the conversation? Because he discovered some of my little secrets, and I guess he was surprised to see a side of me he didn't know. He probably thought I was with him every day, sharing everything, and that he had nothing to hide. He said that while marriage is a unified whole, I am also an independent person who needs to maintain my independence and individuality. He doesn't want me to become what he wants me to be; that would be meaningless. I'm like his child; he has expectations, but he won't impose them on me. He said that after so many years together, I'm like family to him, even though we're not related by blood. He can live without his parents, but he probably couldn't live without me. Then, for the first time, he talked about the girl he was flirting with. He told me that he and the girl had no physical contact; he only wanted to help her. Later, the girl misunderstood and became clingy, and then I pulled him away forcefully, so he lost his temper. He said he still can't imagine how he could have acted that way. Although we've never talked about this, he still wanted to explain to me that he's not someone who thinks with his lower body. He also said that he didn't think what I'd done was a big deal. Actually, my husband and I have always had a deep, unspoken understanding; we don't need words. I understand him, and he understands me. But when he really expresses his feelings, oh my, my heart aches! I listen to him with a smile while tears stream down my face. Here's a joke: He loves to tickle me, and sometimes I get so angry, but I can't out-tick him. Once I snapped. He argued, "When I tickle you, it's because you're laughing." I retorted, "Not all laughter means happiness, and not all tears mean sadness." He went into deep thought after that. After our conversation, I felt like our relationship had deepened. One night, I was already asleep when my husband came up to me, put his tongue in my mouth and kissed me, then kissed my chin (sigh, I thought to myself, all that face cream I applied was for nothing :)). After kissing for a while, he used his mouth and tongue to massage my shoulders, biting gently with his teeth, from left to right, from shoulder to arm, and from shoulder to armpit with his tongue. After I was successfully aroused, my husband said, "If you're sleepy, we won't do it." I thought, "Is this how you play?" I quickly said I wasn't tired, let's do it, go put on a condom. After putting on the condom, I was incredibly wet, and my husband climbed on top of me and we started having sex. My husband asked if I wanted to drink, and I said no, so he got up to drink. He once drank by himself and told me to smell the aroma, so I thought he was going to let me smell the aroma again this time. But when he was on top of me and kissing me, I realized his mouth was full of alcohol. Then, while kissing me, he fed me sips of alcohol, and I couldn't refuse. My penis was full, and my mouth was still drinking the alcohol he was offering me. This old married couple got really wild! After taking a sip, my husband continued to nibble at my face, nose, and ears, breathing heavily in my ear—it was so hormonal and arousing. After a while, he took a second sip, slowly feeding me. I found his mouthful of alcohol too stimulating, so I squeezed his face with both hands, hoping he would get the alcohol to my mouth faster. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and every time he fed me alcohol, he would insert his penis. I felt the bed was a little wet. I asked him why the bed was wet, and he said it was from my discharge… Luckily, half a bottle of alcohol was gone in three big gulps. After finishing the alcohol, he held me down and continued to have sex for a while. I asked to be on top, and I sat on him while he moved. His hands weren't idle either; they reached down to my anus. Because I was wet, he circled around my anus with the fluid and then inserted his fingers. I was a little embarrassed at first, but later I relaxed and actually enjoyed it, letting him play with me. [The End]

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