【My Wedding Night Begins】(01) 【Author: nicholas】

Author: nicholas
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The lights in the rented hotel room were a bit glaring. I sat silently on the edge of the bed, wearing a bright red cheongsam.
My newlywed husband was lying on the bed, completely drunk.

He was excited by the praise he received at the wedding, which led him
to clink glasses with many guests who showered him with compliments without restraint. Perhaps his excitement made him overlook the consequences, which now brought me
immense disappointment: Alas! It seems our wedding night is ruined. I sighed softly and reached out to gently stroke his burning
face, but my heart began to stir. I had originally expected him to bring me boundless tenderness and
the joy of being a wife, but now it meant I was left alone in this empty room. My expectations and desires were slowly turning into restlessness
and helplessness.

I slowly leaned down and cupped his face in my hands, looking at him carefully. To be honest, my husband's looks were only
average, but his features combined to give him a certain masculine charm. I lowered my head and brought my lips close to his.
A strong smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit my nostrils, so I had to give up the desire to kiss him. I only
kissed his tightly closed eyes briefly. I stood up and struggled to help him sit up. "

What are you doing?" he murmured incoherently. "Take off your clothes, you'll sleep more comfortably." "Come on,
just hang in there." "Who told you to drink so much!

" I whispered in his ear. Finally, my husband was only wearing his underwear. I held his shoulders and
helped him lie down slowly. I got up and took a blanket from the closet to cover him. After doing all this, I was covered
in sweat myself.

I let out a long breath, feeling a little tired, but a sense of unease began to rise within me.

I took off my bright red high heels and paced back and forth in the room. I stood by the bed, looking at my
sleeping husband, and slowly unbuttoned my cheongsam, the restlessness in my heart growing stronger.

I'm not a virgin now, even though I'm newly married. I've had several men in my life, and
I'm still in relationships with two of them to this day (why I did that, I'll describe in later
stories ). But I still eagerly anticipate the new life my husband will give me. "Looks like
I'll just have to make do tonight," I muttered to myself.

I took off my cheongsam, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled down my pantyhose, and stretched.

I was wearing red Triumph
lingerie It clung tightly to my fair, shapely body, and the semi-transparent lace panties barely covered my full
vulva, leaving my snow-white buttocks almost entirely exposed. But now the lingerie felt a little tight. I put my hands behind
my back, unhooked my bra, and tossed it onto the bed. A feeling of release washed over me. I went to the bathroom to shower and relax, my shapely upper body bare. The wedding had really exhausted me . I stopped in front of the dressing table, straightened my back, and looked in the mirror. My breasts were slightly sagging. I cupped them in my hands, revealing dark red nipples the size of soybeans and areolas about the size of a one-yuan coin. This color contrasted beautifully with my snow-white breasts. I muttered to myself, "They're quite pretty." My hands began unconsciously knead my breasts, while I pinched my nipples with my index fingers and thumbs. My body trembled, and I let out a groan. A tingling, itchy, and swollen sensation spread through my nipples. I kneaded them a few more times, and the sensation quickly spread, making my entire breasts swell. I heard my husband turn over on the bed. I quickly released my hands, took a few deep breaths, glanced at the bed, and then turned my half-naked body and walked towards the bathroom . I went into the bathroom, turned on the tap to fill the bathtub, and then removed my makeup in front of the large bathroom mirror. After brushing my teeth, I bent down and removed the only thing I was wearing: my underwear. Now I stood naked in front of the mirror, took a small step back, put my hands on my hips, and stared at my reflection . With my legs together, the triangle area between my thighs was bulging, looking quite full and plump. The only thing that bothered me was how little pubic hair I had; just a few sparse strands on my mons pubis, and a little bit of fat on my waist. I stood there with my hands on my hips, twisting from side to side a few times, examining myself for a while. The bathtub was full, so I turned around, turned off the water, and stepped into the tub. I slowly sat down until my body was completely submerged in the warm water. Ah! I let out a long sigh, quietly soaking in the water. Gradually, my body began to warm up, and I felt an indescribable comfort emanating from within. I slightly parted my legs, allowing the hot water to completely contact my genitals. A sudden itch spread through my mons pubis and labia. The restlessness that hadn't subsided intensified. The swelling in my breasts and the itching in my nipples returned. One hand reached to my mons pubis, my fingertips stroking my pubic hair, while my other hand unconsciously pressed against my breast, two fingers pinching and gently rubbing my itchy nipple. Ah. A groan escaped from my slightly open mouth . My body began to tremble slightly, the hand scratching my mons pubis increased its pressure, my legs bent and opened completely with the movement of my hands, my hand now covering my entire vulva, my palm rubbing my labia . The hand kneading my breasts grew increasingly forceful. Ah. Ah. Ah. With each movement and continuous groans, I felt my body burning hot, my nipples fully erect, even my areolas hardening . I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and the itching in my body made me writhe unconsciously. At this point, my thoughts were completely out of control; my head began to spin, my body tensed, and my legs kept squeezing and opening again. What I couldn't bear the most was the burning sensation in my vulva, and the intense itching caused by it overwhelmed my entire body. Excited blood rushed to my head, and my face was burning hot and flushed. The itching in my vulva grew stronger and stronger, gradually spreading deeper into my body along my vagina. The fluid produced by the itching slowly flowed down the vaginal walls, creating a strong sense of emptiness in my vagina and my entire lower body. I felt as if I were floating in mid-air, my head pressing hard against the edge of the bathtub and the bathroom wall.

With my lower legs at a right angle supporting me on the bottom of the bathtub, I strained to lift my body above the water. One
hand gripped my breast tightly, the palm that had been rubbing my vulva now rubbing my labia with my fingers. I pressed my middle finger
between my labia, the pad of my finger touching my clitoris. Ah.

My moan suddenly rose, my body shuddered noticeably, I felt a tingling, numb sensation, and a limpness, and
I fell heavily back into the bathtub. The slight pain from the back of my head
temporarily diminished my burning desire. I struggled to stand up from the bathtub,
rubbing turned on the tap.

Hot water poured from the showerhead, washing over my body from head to toe. I lathered myself with shower
gel, and unconsciously my hands returned to my slightly swollen breasts. I rubbed my breasts, my fingers occasionally rubbing
my nipples. My breathing quickened again, my breasts swelled, my nipples hardened and stood erect,
and the itching sensation began to spread throughout my body. One hand slowly moved down my abdomen to between my legs; my vulva
was itching intensely, as if a tiny insect was crawling and biting inside my lower abdomen. Ah. My moans
were tinged with a sob; I felt I would collapse if I didn't act. I let the hot water wash over my body,
vigorously rubbing my labia with my fingers, my middle finger pinching between them, the moans rising and falling
with .

My hands weren't idle either, kneading my breasts vigorously, the elastic flesh
changing ; I felt only such force could bring me any relief. My legs
trembled slightly, my body tense. Moans, tinged with a sob, kept escaping from my mouth: Oh. Mm. Mm. Ah.
I placed the tip of my middle finger on my clitoris, which was clearly protruding. I rubbed it in circles with my fingertip. After a while, I
removed the clitoris and vigorously rubbed the inner walls of my labia majora. I lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub. The fluids
produced mixed with hot water, flowed continuously from my vaginal opening, tormenting
me with an itchy sensation that ran down my lower abdomen.

I moved my hand that had been caressing my breasts to the wall, leaned my body slightly forward, and fully opened my legs,
exposing my vulva. The dark red labia majora naturally parted, and the labia minora, which enveloped the vaginal opening,
throbbed slightly along with it, feeling swollen. Hiss… I inserted my index and middle fingers together into my
slippery vagina. I took a breath through my teeth. When my fingers fully penetrated the empty, itchy cavity
, the slight fullness made me exhale with a sense of satisfaction. The sudden intrusion of a foreign object into my vagina caused it
to naturally contract and grip my fingers, giving me a feeling of fullness.

My fingers began to move in and out of the slippery vagina, accompanied by
moans . The friction of my fingers against the vaginal walls seemed to lessen the itching, encouraging me to use more force
and increase speed. My fingers were fully inside, occasionally rotating to match the thrusting, the tips sometimes brushing against the polyps at
the cervix , sending a tingling sensation through me. Ah. Ah. Mmm. I moaned ecstatically, waves
of indescribable pleasure washing over me. With each deeper insertion, my outstretched thumb pressed against my clitoris, causing
a slight tremor in my body. With each rapid thrust, my body tensed, and a large amount
of slightly hot fluid was drawn out by my fingers. I ignored the slight pain in my vagina, my fingertips digging, rotating,
pressing, and thrusting inside. A rush of hot water hit my swollen, red nipples; the slight pain only amplified
the tingling pleasure.

Suddenly, a tingling, numb sensation ran through my lower abdomen, my vulva swelled, and my vagina began to contract tightly. "Ah!"

I cried out, my entire body tensing, my mind blank. My fingers were being sucked into my vagina, and
a large amount of fluid was trapped inside, making my abdomen feel warm and swollen—a wonderfully comfortable sensation. The itching slowly
subsided, my head felt dizzy, and my tense body gradually relaxed, feeling
as light as if I were walking on cotton. My vaginal muscles relaxed slowly with my body, and I pulled my fingers out. The fluid that
came out brought a sense of relief to my lower body.

I let out a long sigh of relief, my rapidly beating heart gradually calming, and my rapid breathing returning to normal.
But the passion I had just experienced still made my face feel hot, and my joints ached a little. Feeling slightly
cool and weak, I quickly rinsed myself off, washed my lower body, wrapped a clean towel around my naked
body, and staggered out of the bathroom. It was past midnight, and my husband was still fast asleep.
Although weak, the passion of the moment kept me awake. I dimmed the lights, went to the window,
and nestled into the soft sofa, hugging myself. I wanted to calm down before sleeping.

The dim room smelled faintly of alcohol, and the warmth of the air conditioner felt comforting.

My husband's soft breathing filled the quiet room, and a sudden, inexplicable panic
gripped : What if he found out this wasn't my first time? How could I face him?

Although my husband knew I had boyfriends before, since we started dating, he had always thought of

me as a quiet, introverted girl who was self-reliant, stable, and discreet

. So far, he still considered me a pure and innocent person. My husband is a decent,
traditional man, and I ultimately chose him because I felt he could provide me with a stable life. Before
marriage, we hadn't done anything more than hugs and kisses.

A serious practical problem has arisen, and I truly don't know what to do. My thoughts have become a
chaotic . I'm even wondering what he would do to me if he saw what happened in the bathroom. I can't imagine
the consequences of the truth being exposed. Helplessness makes me feel a little desperate.

Who can help me? Suddenly, a person flashes through my mind. My heart skips a beat. I
shake my head violently, trying to shake him out of my head, but he appears even more clearly. No, I can't, I absolutely can't. I
lower my head , cover my face with my hands, and try my best to convince myself to drive this person out of my mind.
How could I think of him when I'm facing my husband today? But sometimes when people are lonely, empty, and helpless, they have
incomprehensible thoughts, and the more they try to forget, the stronger the memory becomes.

The scene of our intimacy appears in my memory, but the problem I'm facing only makes this memory
fragmented and somewhat blurry. My heart is struggling with anxiety and contradiction. I look up, dumbfounded.
Sitting there, eyes closed, brows furrowed, I let out soft, tearful breaths.

Scenes of our intimacy flashed through my mind again and again—one moment I was naked, nestled in his arms
, whispering sweet nothings; the next, I was clinging to him, welcoming his thrusts. These memories brought no
physical reaction, only a turbulent, sorrowful feeling. Suddenly, I felt this was perhaps my only
hope, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. I stood up, silently watching my
sleeping husband. At this moment, he would never imagine that his supposedly innocent new wife was about to make
a phone call , trying to find a way to cover up her infidelity, and that she was looking for
the very person who had fueled her downfall.

My heart ached for my husband. Although I had indeed hurt his pure feelings, to
prevent him from suffering further harm and blow, I decided to try my best to conceal the truth and fulfill my
responsibilities and obligations as a wife wholeheartedly in the days to come, in order to make up for my mistake. Sigh!

I sighed heavily, unplugged the telephone from the bedside table, picked up the phone, and turned to walk towards the bathroom,
placing the phone in the beverage cabinet along the way. I locked the bathroom door, sat on the toilet seat, reached
for the phone, and dialed a familiar number. "Yes. Yes."

The receiver rang. "Hello?" A familiar, deep middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver. "
It's me." I answered softly, lowering my voice. "Oh! What's wrong?

Why weren't you with your husband on your wedding night? You thought of calling me, did you miss me?" He
said, half-jokingly, half-seriously. "No, that's not it. He's drunk and hasn't sobered up yet. I can't sleep and I'm thinking about something." My tone
carried a hint of coquettishness. I don't know why, but I always end up being a little coquettish with him, no matter what. Maybe it's just a habit
, and it naturally came out in today's situation. "

What are you thinking about? Why are you so excited?" He asked, wanting to discuss something with you. "It's so late,
what can we discuss?" "Wait, I'll find somewhere else." Hearing him get up, I bit my lower lip,
feeling a little anxious. His voice came through the receiver again: "Go ahead, what is it?" I... I... The words caught in my throat, and
I hesitated, unsure how to begin. "Is it because he didn't satisfy you, that you
feel unwell?" He asked, a little teasingly. "No, don't guess anymore, he's drunk, we haven't
even..."

I was thinking, what if he finds out this isn't my first time? I stopped hesitating and
told . "Oh! It's just a small thing, no need to be so nervous, right?" He spoke casually, but my heart
ached, and tears welled in my eyes. I begged him to tell me what to do, and he said I was a smart girl and
should know what to do. Then he said he was tired, needed to sleep, and his wife was there, so it wasn't convenient
. He told me to contact him again in a couple of days.

I silently hung up the phone, tears streaming down my face. I sobbed softly, wiped my tears, and went back to my room,
sitting back down on the sofa. With a heavy heart, I drowsily curled up on the sofa and closed my eyes. I was
awakened by the sound of water in the bathroom. I opened my eyes and found myself covered with a blanket. I rubbed my sleepy eyes; although
the curtains were still drawn, I knew it was already daylight. I threw off the blanket, sat up straight, and stretched languidly.
The towel wrapped around me loosened, exposing my full, snow-white breasts to the air, the dark red nipples and areolas
particularly striking.

The water stopped, and I quickly pulled the towel back up to cover my chest. My husband came out wearing only his underwear. I stared at him,
clutching the towel wrapped around my chest. The towel almost completely exposed my pale thighs. I kept
my legs together, my heart pounding. I stared blankly as my husband approached me with a smile. The tight underwear made
his bulge particularly clear. He came closer, and my heart raced even faster. I didn't know
what to do.

I nervously awaited what was about to happen. My husband pulled the towel away from my hands, and it slipped down
behind me, exposing my pale body to him. He slowly knelt down, cupping
my flushed face in his hands. My slightly open mouth was panting heavily. I closed my eyes,
and my husband's warm breath instantly covered my lips. I opened my mouth, welcoming his wet, hot
tongue as it darted into my mouth like a snake. Our lips intertwined. I reached out and hugged his back, half-
dragging him as we stood up. I pressed my body tightly against him, my full breasts flattened, but
I could feel my nipples slowly hardening, the tips slightly itchy.

My husband's hands left my face, slipping under my armpits to tightly embrace my body, rubbing and caressing my
smooth back. My body began to heat up, and I twisted my upper body, letting my nipples
rub against my husband's chest. My hands cupped his head, and I could clearly feel his erection against my mons pubis
. My husband half-draggled, half-carried me to the bedside. He released me, and I sat on the edge of the bed,
slowly turning over and lying down. Lying flat, I turned my head to see my husband had taken off his underwear, his thick, dark penis
erect, the glans shining, defiantly showing off. I bit my lower lip and slightly closed my eyes. My husband took
my hand and placed it on his penis. I gently grasped it.

My penis was so hot and hard in my hand, throbbing slightly. I turned my head away shyly, my hand
moving gently up and down. Touching his penis made my body burn, and the little bugs inside me started acting up again, making me
unbearably . A little sticky fluid came out of the glans, sticking to my fingers that occasionally slipped, and then being carried back to the penis
, feeling a little slippery. My husband knelt down beside me, my hands still clenched tightly, and his hands pressed against
my breasts. My husband's hands were so hot, his palms were wet, and my body trembled, unconsciously tightening my grip on his
penis.

My husband's hands roughly kneaded my breasts, which was exactly what I had hoped for. My nipples quickly hardened and
swelled up, my breasts constantly changing shape in his hands. I closed my eyes tightly, my mouth slightly open,
my breathing becoming rapid, and my body twisting slightly, my legs repeatedly bending, closing,
lowering, and separating, my vulva also becoming hot. I felt my labia swelling, my vaginal opening throbbing slightly, and fluid
slowly seeping out of my body. But my hand never let go of my husband's penis, and I naturally began to stroke it
gently .

My husband was impatient. He pulled out one hand and inserted it directly between my legs, rubbing and kneading my
slippery vulva without any skill. More fluid flowed from my vagina; his hand
made my entire vulva slippery, even my buttocks were covered in my own fluid. My husband stirred my body haphazardly;
my desire was completely released. I tried to lift my head and kiss his face. After a while, he withdrew
his hand from my vulva, rolled over, and pinned me down. His penis broke free from my hand, and I quickly hugged
his back. He lowered his head and kissed my face haphazardly. I felt his lips were so dry, his breath so hot. I
was having a little difficulty breathing because of his weight, but it seemed to relieve the itching in my body.

I spread my legs, and his hot, thick penis bumped against my labia. Occasionally, the glans would touch my
clitoris causing my body to tremble. The glans pushed open my labia,
sliding up and down in the already slippery vulva, but it just couldn't find the opening. My heart was filled with anxiety. I longed for his penis to immediately enter my
empty, itchy body, to extinguish the burning desire within me with a powerful thrust. But now I was right at the door,
yet I couldn't find the entrance. Mmm. Mmm. I groaned uncontrollably. I desperately wanted to grasp
it in my hands and guide it into my thirsty body, but my remaining reason told me I couldn't show
my , lest he become suspicious later. Even though I craved it now, I had to feign modesty and try my best to
appear as a virgin experiencing sex for the first time.

I held my husband tightly, using the twisting and rubbing of my body to alleviate my desire.

The intense itching from my vagina spread throughout my body. I couldn't bear this physical torment any longer.
I slightly lifted my buttocks, raising the opening of my vagina. The glans of my penis touched the already aroused, opening
vagina . Because my vagina was very lubricated, the glans easily spread open the opening. With my husband's
thrusting, his hard, hot penis was fully inserted into my body.

"Ah!" I cried out, feeling an unusual fullness in my lower body. The hard, hot penis filled my vagina
completely. I felt my vagina naturally contract, enveloping the penis, which further increased
the feeling of fullness below my abdomen. My husband let out a long breath and immediately began to thrust rapidly. He pressed me tightly
, his buttocks rising and falling powerfully. With each powerful thrust of his penis, I felt myself slowly
floating up . It felt like a fire was burning below, a fire that made my whole body numb. Each time the glans withdrew,
the sharp edges scraped against the vaginal walls, causing my body to tremble slightly. Ah. Mmm.

My moans rose and fell with each thrust, as I struggled to lift my lower body to meet his movements. My legs
were bent, sometimes spreading, sometimes clamping tightly around his body. Gradually, a tingling sensation spread throughout my body. I
clung tightly to my husband's back, our lower abdomens colliding with each thrust, making a slapping sound. My lower abdomen felt
numb from the impact, but I still tried to lift myself up to meet his penetration. A large amount of
fluid was drawn out of my vagina with each thrust, then the fluid was blocked by his penetration, causing a slight swelling. My
body floated rapidly in this sensation of my lower abdomen expanding and contracting. The tingling sensation in my lower abdomen slowly spread
throughout my body, chasing away the itching.

The unbearable itching gradually disappeared, and I was drifting in a daze, intoxicated by the pleasure, waiting for
the extreme pleasure that would follow when the itching completely disappeared. My husband suddenly stopped thrusting, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against
mine. I felt his penis fully inserted into my vagina, the head pressing against a protruding polyp deep inside
. A wave of ache washed over me, making me clench my teeth and squeeze my legs tightly around his body.
I could clearly feel my vagina contracting.

But I knew this wasn't an orgasm, but rather a natural bodily reaction to the violation of that polyp, and my
body tensed even more. His penis swelled and began to throb; I knew he was about to ejaculate. Although I
loved that moment, I was halfway to orgasm, and what he was
doing . I couldn't stop him; I could only watch helplessly as gushes of hot
semen shot powerfully from his glans, breaching my cervix and penetrating to the deepest part of my body.

As a large amount of semen poured in, my body trembled, and my vagina naturally tightened and contracted
. My lower abdomen felt hot and swollen, triggering a slight urge to urinate. But my body felt like it had
suddenly rolled from a pile of cotton onto hard ground. He was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe, and I felt so heavy. The sudden relaxation made
my body feel a little sore. I gently pushed my husband away, and he rolled off me, panting heavily. I
took deep breaths.

The not-yet-fully-softened penis withdrew from my slightly swollen vulva. My legs were still apart, and
the wet, exposed vulva felt a little cool. The vagina, stretched open by the penis, was slowly
closing Sticky, milky-white semen mixed with my bodily fluids flowed out of the open vaginal opening. I
covered my muddy vulva with my hand. My husband looked at me, and I gave him a slight, bitter smile. With my other hand, I
wiped forehead, gently pushed away my husband who wanted to hug me, struggled to get up, and released my
hand from my vulva.

My hands were covered in thick, sticky fluid. The fluid, now unobstructed, dripped slowly down my inner
thighs . Naked, my long, slender, snow-white body staggered into the bathroom. I sat
on the toilet, the sticky fluid mixed with urine cascading down. The bloating in my lower abdomen gradually subsided, and I let out a long breath
to relieve the sense of loss in my heart. I stood up, quickly washed my vulva, grabbed a towel, soaked it in hot water
, wrung it out, and left the bathroom. My husband was lying sprawled out, looking at me with a weary expression. I knew that last night
's drinking and the intense activity just now had almost completely drained his energy.

My face was still a little hot. I bit my lower lip and deliberately acted awkward as I slowly walked to the bedside. I bent over,
my breasts hanging vertically, my nipples still slightly protruding. My husband reached out and squeezed my breasts. My fingers
grasped his now completely limp penis,

carefully wiping his sticky genitals. My breasts felt a little uncomfortable from being squeezed, so I twisted slightly
, shaking off his hand. My husband had his legs wide open. I had just finished drying myself and stood up when he grabbed my hand
and pulled me down onto the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I threw down the towel,
snuggled , and nestled completely into his embrace. I pulled the blanket over our naked bodies and kissed his cheek.
My husband fell asleep quickly, but the fact that I hadn't reached orgasm left me feeling unsettled.

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