My wife's sexual experiences

After divorcing my ex-wife in 2003, I didn't plan to find someone else, so I remained single until 2007. It was July then, and I didn't have much to do. When I had free time, I would browse the internet and accidentally stumbled upon Jiayuan.com.Out of curiosity, I registered as a member. After registering, the website recommended female members. One day, I saw a recommendation from the same city, almost 10 years younger than me. I clicked to see her profile, and it turned out she was looking for someone for her father. Reading her posts, I felt she was very filial, so I left her a message. To my surprise, she replied shortly after. We chatted casually for a bit, and later, feeling it wasn't convenient to chat on the website, we added each other on QQ. It was through QQ that I gradually learned about SS's past, discovering she was a journalist. Her QQ signature mentioned her personal blog, so I went in and read about her work, life, and romantic experiences over the past two years. In her blog, I saw her waiting and perseverance for love, and importantly, she also documented her private life. After reading it, I asked SS why she wrote about these personal matters, wasn't she afraid of what her friends and colleagues would think of her? Of course, people would think she, as a woman, was too promiscuous in her private life. She replied, "As a woman my age, if I told you I know nothing about sex, that I'm still a blank slate, would you believe me?" SS was 26 at the time. I thought about it and of course said I didn't believe her! She continued, "Women my age are just like you men, we have our own physiological needs, and naturally we'll release those needs when we do, especially during periods of emotional emptiness." Thinking about it, she was right, and I started to like her boldness in love, action, and expression, unlike most women who pretend to be reserved even when they want something. We chatted online for almost three months and exchanged photos, but we never met. During our chats, she asked me how long it had been since I'd had sex with a woman. At that time, it had really been about seven or eight months, and I told her that. I then asked her how long it had been, and she told me three months. Later, she was learning to drive and needed to practice in the evenings, so she asked me to pick her up. That was the first time we met. She had curly hair and was a voluptuous woman. We had talked about our figures before, so we both thought the other was nice. That night, I took her to her apartment building and was about to go home when she suddenly asked me to hug her. Of course, I was already aroused. When I hugged her, I was embarrassed, so I kept my distance from her. But I felt she wanted to lean closer, and I couldn't resist. We hugged briefly, and then I let her go upstairs and go home before I left. I continued to see her for over a week. I knew I could easily suggest going to a hotel, and she would definitely agree, but I was afraid she would think I was promiscuous, so I didn't say anything. Another month passed, and it was November. We were quite familiar with each other, and we started talking more casually. A few days the weather was a bit cold, and SS asked me to go to a hot spring. I kept making excuses, saying I should wait until she had time to rest. But the next day, she called me in the morning and said she wanted to go to a hot spring. I said, "You have to go to work!" She told me she had taken the day off and arrived at my house half an hour later. We drove to a hot spring about 30 kilometers away. When we arrived, I saw a room with a large soaking tub. I started filling the tub with water first. Since it was our first time being naked face-to-face, I was afraid she would be embarrassed, so I took off my clothes and got into the tub first. After a while, SS came in, and that's when I saw her body. Her breasts were large, and her nipples and areolas were a beautiful pink. As soon as she came in, I put one arm around her waist and started caressing her breasts with the other. My hand couldn't even cover half of her breasts, so I bent down and kissed her nipples. They immediately hardened. I had her sit on the edge of the tub, and I started touching her clitoris with my fingers. At that moment, she said, "Let's go to the bed." We went to the bedside, and she lay down first. I knelt between her legs, facing her. I held my penis in my hand and rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, with the glans facing her vagina. I leaned down, held her waist with both hands, and slowly began to penetrate her. Looking at her expression, her eyes were half open. I could feel that her vagina was very tight, wet, and hot. When I penetrated all the way in, she let out a soft moan. I started to thrust in and out, slowly at first, but because it had been a long time since we had done it, I felt like I was going to ejaculate after only about ten minutes of thrusting. I slowed down the frequency of my thrusting and said that I was going to ejaculate. I had forgotten to buy a condom when I came in, so I just wanted to ejaculate outside. But she said it was okay to ejaculate inside her. She said that and we started to thrust. She knew I was going to ejaculate, and she raised her lower body a little. When I started to ejaculate, she said, "Ejaculate deeper." I felt that I had reached her cervix, and at the same time, her body started to tremble. Her vagina tightened and loosened. After I ejaculated, I slowly pulled out my penis, and some of my semen came out with it. I rested on top of her for a while before we started showering. She said she didn't want to go home tonight, and of course I did. After showering, I took her to a room with a soaking tub. Once we were in the room, she wanted to lie down on the bed, but suddenly she cried out and stood up. I asked what was wrong, and she said it was because my semen had spilled out. She unzipped her pants, took a piece of paper to put inside, and then lay face down on the bed. I looked at her in her underwear, her buttocks sticking up. My penis slowly hardened. I took off my clothes and pants, climbed onto her back, and reached under her armpits to the front, one hand caressing one breast. I kissed the back of her neck, and she began to moan softly. I teased her breasts a little, then used one hand to pull down her panties to her knees and kicked them down. I touched her vaginal opening, which was already wet. I knelt down slightly under her buttocks, pressing my penis under them. She slightly parted her legs, and I lay down, pressing my lower body down. My penis reached the vaginal opening, and with a thrust, it went in. She moaned loudly at the same time. I thrust in and out, kissing her as I did so. She turned to kiss me back. I thrust into her like this for about twenty minutes until I felt the urge to ejaculate. I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to cum!" She replied, "Cum inside, cum deeper!" So I sped up my thrusting, and when I ejaculated, I used all my strength, thrusting as low as I could before shooting. I ejaculated four or five times before I was done. I rested on her back for a bit before pulling out my penis, and some semen leaked out with it. I gave her some tissues, which she tucked between her legs. She rested for a while before getting up. We went back to the hot tub and soaked for about half an hour. In the tub, we started flirting again. I kissed and licked her breasts and nipples, had her sit on the edge of the tub, and kissed and licked her vulva, licking her clitoris with my tongue. Slowly, she couldn't take it anymore. She said, "Let's go to bed." We did it again in bed, and then we got dressed and went out for dinner. We both drank alcohol during dinner, and after dinner, we slowly walked back to our room. Inside, we chatted and watched TV. I don't know if it was me or if I initiated it, but we hugged, kissed, and caressed each other again, and then we started making love again. It was past 2 a.m. when we finished, and she suggested going for a late-night snack. We drove there and drank some more, so naturally we went back to our room and did it again. We didn't go to sleep until 6 a.m. We slept until noon when I felt someone stroking my penis. I opened my eyes and saw SS stroking it. I was also aroused, and we made love one last time. That day and night, we made love six times, and I ejaculated inside her every time. In the afternoon, when we were walking, she would sometimes suddenly stop and let out a soft "Ah." At first, I asked her what was wrong, and she laughed and said to me: "It's your semen! I like that feeling of it suddenly flowing out warmly, but yours is too much." I said, "Of course, I haven't done it in almost a year, so it's definitely a lot. If it wasn't, it would mean I was lying to you." Well, there was just too much, so she had to buy a pack of sanitary pads. Her outer pants were soaked. That's how our first time in bed went. Now he has no woman by his side, and I've become the one he thinks about day and night. Last night, he held me tightly without letting go. I slept very well and forgot to dream. When I woke up, I suddenly remembered that I'm afraid of the cold. He said he would keep me warm, and he really did keep me warm until I was covered in sweat. In the pool, the steam was so hot I couldn't open my eyes, and his mark was left on my neck. There wasn't a gentle teasing to start; then came the rough entry. He lifted me up with his hands, like his toy, holding me tightly, as if he wanted to crush me, completely embedding me into his bones. I had no ability to think; I could only respond with all my passion. He brought his domineering nature to the bed, and I actually liked it so much. At a time like this, is there any need to think? Of course not, you just need to wholeheartedly feel that desire. Secondly, I started dating and learned about my wife's past. Since that day, my contact and relationship with SS began to progress rapidly. Three days after I returned home that day, she came to my house. During those three days, when I had nothing else to do, I carefully read her diary on her blog. It turned out I suddenly discovered something I hadn't noticed before: I met her in August, and actually, she had a boyfriend at that time.Yes, but they were in a cold war and not together. I remember she asked me how long it had been since we last had sex. I told her almost a year. I also asked her how long it had been, and she told me about three months. But one day in her blog, she wrote that she and her ex-boyfriend went to a hotel together on October 6th for drinks and conversation, and naturally, they ended up having sex. From what she wrote, they did it twice that day. (Excerpt from her blog): Last night I was with HJ. I can't explain why, I just know that we both longed to spend a night together. He bought two bottles of red wine, and I brought a corkscrew. There was a heated swimming pool under the window of the room, and I could hear the splashing water all the time. I hadn't felt like sitting on the floor in a long time. We drank together, ate potato chips, and watched TVB. I think it's really lucky to meet a man I can talk to. He is one of those men. No matter how hard our past three years were, no matter how much hurt we caused each other, last night, our hearts were closest. After all, we once loved each other… We each have our own worries. Our hobbies are almost identical, so it's easy to find a lot to talk about. From TVB dramas to movies, and then to our friends and family, I always felt that our lives intersected at some point. Two bottles of red wine later, it was 2 a.m. We were very close; his palm was burning hot. Maybe it would be more comfortable if it were against me! In this sweltering heat, there are always a few cold spots on my body. I took a shower, half-wrapped in a large white towel, and his fingers traced the lines of my tattoo on my back. He was probably at the fish head. My boyfriend and his girlfriend weren't by our side at this moment. The only difference was that I gave up on Jiaming, while she gave him up. I rested my head on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, understanding that we still had a long, long road ahead. On this road, we learned to grow. And we became more determined not to maintain a relationship for any external factors. If it's not the one I love, I will never have it. Last night, I scratched his itch, something I did every day for the past three years. I loved burying my fingers in his hair when he kissed me, and I did that every day for the past three years. We loved each other's voices, and we did that for the past three years too. It's strange, though, that I never felt like biting him in his presence. I just pressed my face against his chest. The hotel bed looked very comfortable. I woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains. I didn't know what time it was, but... a morning like this, with him beside me, was quite nice. He always admired my ability to sleep in, jokingly calling himself an old man who only needed six hours of sleep. Actually, it was 7:40 AM; I hadn't woken up that early in the last few days. Once awake, I could take advantage of the moment and do a "morning run" or something. Then, I'd fall back asleep. My wife's "morning run" was a term used by her female colleagues and girlfriends to refer to sex with men, husbands, or girlfriends. They called it intercourse, but since it was inconvenient to say it in public, they called it running. I've been gradually learning about my wife's sexual history ever since SS came over that day. We chatted in my room, and during our conversation, I suddenly remembered this incident, so I asked her about it. She then told me that she intentionally wrote it down for her then-boyfriend to see. From what she wrote, I knew that the man was six years younger than her. She said that after a year of dating, she realized that younger men are really immature, so she proposed breaking up. The man kept disagreeing, and she just happened to have this opportunity to use it to make him agree to the breakup. SS said that she didn't intend to have sex that day; it was only because she had been drinking. I immediately said, "Your behavior that day sent a clear signal to any man that you wanted to have sex. First, you drank and went to a hotel. Second, after drinking, you took a shower. Third, after showering, if you didn't want to, you should have put on clothes; why come out wrapped in a towel? These are all signals to men." SS didn't say anything. After thinking for a moment, she asked if I was angry. I said no. We were sitting on the edge of the bed. She stood up, walked in front of me, knelt down, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, opened her mouth, and took it in. She first licked the groove under my glans with her tongue, licking it in circles. I immediately got hard, and she started sucking and swallowing, in and out, while stroking it up and down with one hand. After a short while, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I told her, but she didn't reply and continued. When I was about to ejaculate, I tried to pull out, but she shook her head. I knew what she meant. I held her head with my hands and pressed it against my lower body. When I ejaculated, I pushed it all the way in. I felt my glans being enveloped by her throat, tightening and loosening. I ejaculated, a lot. She pushed me away forcefully and immediately started coughing, tears streaming down her face. After a moment, she swallowed all the semen in her mouth. This was my first time performing oral sex and deep throating. It was so amazing. It was also my first time deep throating so far, and the most amazing time. After a while, we moved in together. We basically had sex once or twice every night. Gradually, I discovered that my wife's vagina was very tight, and if you wanted to, you could penetrate her without any foreplay. At first, she would be a little less wet, but after a while, she would become very wet. When we were having sex, I couldn't let her be on top; if she was on top, I could ejaculate after only five or six minutes. She told me that none of the men she had slept with could last more than ten minutes when she was on top, and she didn't know why. I felt like her vagina was being sucked by someone's mouth when she was on top. I also mentioned that my wife's nipples and vulva are still very light in color, which is very beautiful. And based on my experience at the time, if a woman has sex with many men, her nipples and vulva will become darker in color, and her vagina will not be tight, but my wife didn't have any of these. Since we started having sex, I suddenly remembered that my wife has never let me use a condom. Once, after we finished having sex, I asked her if she didn't use condoms with the men she had with before. She said it depended on the person. I said yes. Then I asked, "Then you probably didn't use condoms with your ex-boyfriends more than a month before we met, right?" She said yes, and then asked if I slept with that younger boyfriend the first time. My wife lied to me and said I did. She started telling me about her sexual experiences, saying that after we finished having sex the same day, we lay down and discussed who slept first. She said that back then, her classmates would compare, and if you hadn't slept with anyone, they'd think no guy liked you and that's why you were still a virgin. I asked her if it was with a classmate. She said most of her classmates slept with classmates, but she had a boyfriend at the time, not this one. She slept with a guy who lived in the same compound, more than ten years older than her. She said she thought he was very handsome when she was little, but he got married, so she decided she wanted to have her first time with him, and she did. I asked her if she remembered anything, and she said none. After that, she dated three more boyfriends, and naturally slept with all of them. But she said she has almost no memory of those sexual experiences now, and can't even remember what it felt like. Then she asked me if I ejaculated very quickly the first time we had sex. I said yes, and then my wife asked why. She said she thought the boyfriend who was with me before might be a virgin. I asked her why she said that, and then she told me about her first time with this boyfriend. She wrote about it on her blog, and I'll quote it here: "I went out for drinks tonight, and I was happy because my stomach didn't hurt. Even happier was that the alcohol worked. I could justifiably not go home, and I could justifiably get a good night's sleep. Jiaming's embrace was very warm, forming a circle around me, creating a very warm dream. The lights weren't on, so I couldn't see his eyes, but I loved listening to his rapid breathing and the touch of his fingertips. That night, I did whatever I wanted... The bed—and a man in bed—making love—the things we did—leaving small 'hickeys' on my shoulder. Nights with a cold are hard to endure; I sleep for 5 minutes on my left side, then 5 minutes on my right, enduring the pain of a stuffy nose. I've always felt that a woman's heart can warm a man's body, and a man's body can warm a woman's heart. You can feel everything in his voice—his mood, his desires, his joy, and the impossible commitment." Then, he gave me his tongue. I still like to bite, gently or firmly. In any action that's enough to make someone feel unbearable. I also like it when he bites others. I don't know what others are like, but that's how I feel. So, when I have a cold, I can legitimately go to a hot spring. Hot springs are extremely ambiguous places; you can make love there too~The things we do… we might be impatient, or we might be hesitant; different people experience things differently. The water's temperature is too high, and so is the body's; a tiny bit of desire stirs within. We can control it, or we can not, it all depends on our mood. I like intertwined fingers, feeling the subtle connections between our fingertips. There's a kind of hand, large and seemingly capable of controlling everything. Every joint exudes strength, leaving no room for negotiation. Sliding down from behind my ear, it forces me to obey its commands. This hand is powerful, able to lift me up until we find a comfortable angle. Another kind of hand, slender like a woman's, even its nails are exceptionally beautiful. The hand's temperature changes with my body's; when it's too low, I reach out to adjust it. When it's too high, I wish this hand could roam over my body. This kind of hand likes to test, perhaps hesitant as it feels in my heart, but ultimately unable to escape. My body, naturally, opens up gradually with this testing, and then collapses. I love listening to a man's voice, that deep, powerful breathing, whispering in my ear. A deep breath, and there it is, a perfect kiss. I love being woken by him in the middle of the night when I'm half asleep. It could be with his voice, his hands, or something else, like forced penetration. It turns out, we can't sleep peacefully because of desire. This is what my wife wrote about their first time sleeping together. She said they'd known each other for a long time, and she didn't like the man. She slept with him that day because she was sick, and he made her soup, which touched her a little. Also, she hadn't had time for sex, and she'd drunk alcohol that day. She hadn't even thought about it when they entered the room. After they went into the room, she took a shower. When she came out, she saw the man was already asleep, so she went to bed. She said she'd been asleep for about ten minutes when he got up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he got back into bed and hugged her from behind, starting to caress her breasts. She lay down, and he pulled off the towel around her and kissed her breasts. I immediately said, "Didn't you say you didn't want to?" Why wasn't he wearing clothes? My wife didn't say anything, paused for a moment, and then continued. The man started taking off his pants, and my wife saw his penis. She said it was a bit longer than mine, but not as thick. My wife didn't help him. She said he couldn't find the entrance and kept thrusting it in different places, hurting her. He had no choice but to hold it with his hand and guide it to the entrance of her vagina before he withdrew. My wife said he ejaculated as soon as he entered, all of it outside her. After he finished, he went soft, and my wife said she got up to get some paper to wipe the semen, and she wiped him as well. As a result, he immediately got hard again. He got up and hugged my wife, and she said we had to lie down. This time, he penetrated her immediately. My wife said this time it took almost an hour before she ejaculated, so she thought he might be a virgin. I told her not necessarily. I once ejaculated inside a woman and got hard again before I even pulled out, so this doesn't prove anything. Actually, when my wife told me this, I thought she wasn't telling the truth. Based on my understanding of my wife, she must have used her mouth to clean him for him to get hard so quickly. And she must have planned to sleep with him that day. I know from her blog that my wife had actually had a one-night stand the day before they slept together. Judging from my own experience of having sex with my wife, I know she has a lot of sexual experience; that's why she has such good skills and techniques. Below is a picture of my wife's tattoo. I'll stop here for today. My wife and I got married after knowing each other for only six months. As any man with even a little sexual knowledge, I know that my wife's skills during sex, from the techniques she displays to her ability to arouse men and her physical reactions, are not something that can be achieved by having only been with a few men. There are only two possibilities: one is that she's a professional, like a sauna hostess, who has received special training; the other is that she's had sex with men of all ages, and quite a few at that. So I've always tried to find out more, but she's only ever told me about the few men she's been with. Another issue is that my wife is the only woman I've ever met who didn't ask me to use a condom the first time we slept together. I had asked her before if she didn't use condoms with other men either, and she always said it depended on the person. After we'd been together for a while, I felt it wasn't like that. Of course, she told me the truth after we got married. Three months into our relationship, one day after we made love, she suddenly asked me if I loved her. I nodded, of course. She then asked if I wanted to marry her. I thought she was just asking casually, so I said of course. A week later, she actually asked me to register our marriage. Although I hadn't thought it through, to be honest, I really liked her, from her looks and figure to her personality. The most important thing was that I admired and liked her bold, decisive, and expressive personality. I also really enjoyed the passionate experience of making love with her. So, I decided to get married to her. During that time with my wife, we tried all sorts of sexual positions and locations. In the years since we got together, I've slept with several women, but I feel none of them can match my wife's oral sex skills. After we got married, I still had this lingering question. After marriage, we started saying more suggestive things during sex. Before marriage, I knew my wife had slept with four boyfriends, one man who took her virginity, and two one-night stands she wrote about on her blog. After we got married, I asked her several times if she wasn't used to using condoms. One day, when I was about to ejaculate, I asked her again. She moaned and said, "Honey, cum, cum inside, cum deep." After I ejaculated, I asked her if she liked it when a man penetrated deeply, if she liked it when a man ejaculated inside her. My wife nodded and said yes. I said, "You used to lie to me, saying it depended on the person. Did you never make the men you slept with use condoms?" My wife didn't answer me. Instead, she said, "Honey, I don't like the feeling of using rubber; I like the stimulation of flesh against flesh." She loved the feeling of a man's sperm deeply inside her, the sensation of his semen surging against her uterine walls during ejaculation, the warm sensation, and the feeling of his semen flowing out as he pulled out, warm and slowly trickling down her buttocks from her vagina. She loved these sensations. Although she didn't answer my question at the time, I knew for sure that my wife didn't use condoms with other men. This was confirmed later when we lived together and I learned about her sexual experiences. I remember once my wife asked me: "How many boyfriends do you think a woman needs to have to break even?" Of course, I couldn't answer that. I asked her, "How many do you think is appropriate?" She immediately said, "One is definitely not enough, two is also a loss, three or four is still a loss, at least five is just breaking even, seven is a small profit, and ten is a profit." I asked her if she was sure she wasn't losing money, but rather making a lot or a little. She said, "So-so." I counted the ones I knew so far, and after that, I asked how many were still missing. My wife asked, "Do you really want to hear?" I immediately said yes. My wife said, "Okay, I'll tell you slowly, but I'll tell you in bed tonight." That night, after we got into bed, we started making love. After about ten minutes, my wife was holding my waist with both hands, and I lifted my upper body while I was still inside her. At this point, my wife said, "Honey, I don't know why, but I've always been interested in men older than me since I was little." Of course, I didn't know. My wife said that after her parents divorced when she was young, she lived with her grandfather. Her father had a woman, whom we call his mistress, who lived with them. About once a month, he would take her to visit for a day or two. My wife said that her father and that woman sometimes watched porn, but they would ask her to leave when they watched it. My wife was very curious, so she would go out for a walk and sneak back. At that time, there was a window above the door of the room, and my wife would peek through it. Although she didn't know what it was, she recognized it as something embarrassing. But from that time on, my wife slowly started to like older men. My wife developed early. She's the only girl in her maternal grandfather's family, and her mother works in another city. So, when she first got her period during puberty, she didn't know what to do and had no one to ask. At first, she was afraid of being embarrassed because none of her classmates had started puberty. My wife said she started developing before fifth grade, with her breasts gradually appearing and pubic hair growing, followed by her periods. She said that before her period, her underwear would often inexplicably become wet, like she had urinated on it. Around that time, she sometimes dreamed of a much older man teasing her and holding her, which felt very pleasurable. It wasn't until after her first time that she realized it was just a wet dream. I've already mentioned her sexual experiences, but she says she still doesn't know what an orgasm is, and she doesn't actively seek sex. Later, it was at her parents' house...My wife only started experiencing sexual desire after graduating and starting work. She's been confident in her body since puberty; she said her breasts were already quite full then, and she was already wearing a D-cup bra. Her hotel uniform was a suit set with a very tight-fitting pencil skirt that accentuated her full, round buttocks, and a tight-fitting shirt. I believe many men would want to sleep with a woman in such uniform. My wife herself knew how attractive her figure was to men. She worked at a five-star hotel as a receptionist, frequently interacting with guests. She said that at that time, she started thinking about sleeping with several men she felt could provide different kinds of sex, trying to see if the feeling of having sex with different men was the same. My wife said she hadn't been working long, but because of work, she gradually started paying attention to a man. He was probably in his early thirties and often entertained business associates, frequently booking rooms at her hotel. My wife said that although they had frequent contact, it was all work-related. She said she didn't know why, but she slowly started to like him. Maybe it's because I've always felt that even without words, men and women can sense each other's attraction. My wife and that man seemed to have this unspoken understanding. That day, my wife was on the night shift. Around 9 or 10 pm, the man entered the hotel lobby, went to the front desk where she was, and asked her for the room key he had booked that afternoon. My wife was surprised; usually, if his guests didn't stay, he would cancel the room. She gave him the key, and he never said anything before. But that day, after taking the key, the man asked her, "Are you on the night shift today?" My wife nodded and said yes. The man then said, "I'm not going home tonight; I'll stay here. My room is 1208." After saying that, he took the elevator up. His wife wondered what he meant by that. What was he trying to express? Perhaps in the early hours of the morning, that man called the front desk. His wife answered, and upon hearing her voice, he asked, "Are you working alone?" She told him she had colleagues with her. He asked if she could come upstairs for a moment. Hearing this, she immediately knew what he wanted. She thought for a moment and said, "I'm still busy. I'll talk to you later when I'm less busy." He said, "I'll wait for you," and hung up. His wife thought it over and over, hesitating, but ultimately trusting her body's needs, she told her colleagues she wanted to rest first and then have someone else come later. She took the elevator up. When she reached her room, she paused, saying her heart was racing. The wife gently knocked on the door, which opened quickly. The room was dimly lit, with only the bedside lamp on. The wife entered, and when the man opened the door, she only saw him peek out to see her. She didn't notice he wasn't dressed, only wrapped in a towel around his genitals. As soon as she entered, he slammed the door shut, grabbed her, and pushed her against the doorframe. He then wrapped one arm around her neck and began kissing her neck and mouth, while his other hand caressed her breasts. Initially, he touched them through her shirt, but after a while, perhaps feeling uncomfortable, he pulled open her shirt and slipped his hand inside, directly touching her nipples with two fingers. At this point, the wife was aroused. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her as they slowly retreated to the edge of the bed. He then...He laid his wife down on the bed, reached under her skirt with both hands, pulled it up, and then took off her underwear. At this moment, his wife sat up, and he stood up. His wife sat on the bed and pulled off the towel around him. She saw that his penis was erect and throbbing, and the tip of his penis was already leaking fluid. My wife started stroking his penis up and down with her hand. Seeing he couldn't hold back any longer, she lay down, spreading her legs. He immediately leaned over, holding his penis in one hand, and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. Then he pulled her close, and with a thrust, he penetrated her. Hearing this, I could imagine my wife letting out a soft "ah." At this point, she wouldn't let him move; she wanted him to stop for about a minute so she could adjust to his penis. After a while, he started thrusting in and out, slowly increasing the speed. I could imagine my wife's moans growing louder with the rhythm of his thrusts. Although my wife never needed any teasing before sex, she could penetrate him directly. At first, the wife's vaginal lubrication wasn't much, but with each thrust, it gradually increased. The man used this position for about twenty minutes. The wife sensed he was about to ejaculate and clung tightly to his waist, wanting him to penetrate deeper. He ejaculated. She liked it when he didn't thrust much during ejaculation, preferring a deep penetration. She said that the first time she felt so full with that man, she felt incredibly satisfied. She said his penis wasn't long or thick, and after many experiences with other men, she realized it was due to his glans. She said his glans was about the size of a small egg. Of course, she mentioned that at that time she wasn't very skilled at oral sex. The man rested on top of her for a while, then withdrew his penis. Immediately, his semen and her own fluids flowed down her vagina and buttocks, soaking the sheets. The man said, "Let's go wash up!" His wife told him she wouldn't get up because she was afraid her boss would suddenly come in and it wouldn't look good if she wasn't at her post. So she sat up. Her blazer and shirt were open, her bra was undone and pushed up to her breasts, and her skirt was also pushed up to her waist, below her breasts. Her underwear was off and lying at the foot of the bed. She was still wet down there. She pulled her clothes and skirt back up, picked up her underwear, and wiped her vagina directly with it. Her underwear was also wet, so she had to leave it off. The man asked her what time she finished work, and she told him she would get off the next morning. He told her to come up to him after work, but she left as soon as she got off and didn't come up. After hearing his wife's story, I asked her: "Did you only do it once? Did you do it again?" She said it was just that one time, and not long after, she stopped working there, so they hadn't seen each other since. At the time, I didn't understand why my wife had all these experiences—whether it was a one-night stand or anything else—she only ever had sex once. I even asked her about it, but she didn't seem to give a reason. I said that if it were me, encountering a woman like that, I would at least have sex with her three times, so that both parties would feel satisfied. I asked my wife why these men didn't show that same sentiment. She said some did, but not all of them had that thought, and also that she felt the cooperation wasn't good during sex, so she didn't want to do it again. She said this was just one experience she remembered. After my wife finished speaking, she asked me if I had any similar experiences. Of course, I've had those experiences, like having sex with hotel staff or other people. It was also during that time that I told her about the incestuous relationship I had with my cousins. I'll tell you about it another time. After marriage, my wife let me know more about her. We started trying different things for sex after we got married. At first, we maintained a minimum of one time every night. But because of my wife's performance in bed—her physical and physiological responses, and her skill in arousing men—she could make any man irresistible. So, we usually did it twice a night, sometimes more. I think it's because we're married now, and she senses that I know about her past experiences with various men. Instead of being angry, I become even more excited during sex with her. So, my wife would occasionally tell me about her experiences with other men. Whatever she wanted to talk about, she would describe it in detail. Sometimes, it would be a particular action or technique during sex that reminded her of a past experience. She would ask me if I had similar experiences, and whenever she asked that, I knew it was happening again! As I mentioned before, she told me about her first time and the process with the next three or four men. I also mentioned how many boyfriends a woman should have in her lifetime. My wife said she definitely had enough, and even gained a little. I kept asking her exactly how much she gained, but she never gave me a clear answer. After we got married, I slowly realized she gained far more than she thought. I often asked my wife, "Among the men she slept with, has any of them said that once they've had sex with you, any normal man would definitely want to do it a second or third time?" She never answered directly, but I'm certain that my wife's excellent skills in bed and her ability to attract men, besides her own natural attributes, must have involved training with many men to develop such skills and performance. I really want to know all of this. Let me start with what I read in her blog about the possible scenarios. Here's an excerpt from my wife's blog: Blog 1: I walked to the general's side and lay in his arms. I hadn't felt this kind of waiting in a long time. I wondered if he felt the same growing excitement as me. I still remember the feeling of that embrace downstairs, tender and unwilling to let go. We once concluded that because we were no longer young, we wouldn't easily give our hearts away. Last night we took that step. I looked at him, listened to him speak, and we laughed. He held my hand all night, even in my dreams. He doesn't have broad shoulders, but I felt a sense of security I'd never felt before. Leaning against him, warmth washed over me. A year or three years—is that a promise? He said he couldn't be with me all the time like others. I said, I understand. I'm used to being with myself. Love, at that moment, became a verb. Holding the other person in my heart was enough. My wife said this man was a boyfriend she dated before meeting my previous boyfriend. However, she said they only slept together this one time; they never slept together again. From the time they met until this time, almost ten months had passed. They always chatted online at night because this man wasn't local; he was always traveling for work. This was the only time he managed to come online to meet my wife. My wife said she booked a room for him that day and waited until after 3 a.m. before he arrived. She said they chatted until after 7 a.m., and then my wife saw he was about to leave. His wife urged him to take a shower, but actually she just wanted to make love quickly. However, he told her to shower first. She probably just rinsed off quickly and came out. He then went in to shower, and she said she came out wearing only a towel after her shower. After getting into bed, she took off the towel and lay naked on the bed waiting. He stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and she said she was almost asleep when he came out. He was still wearing a towel. After he lay down on the bed, she said she immediately turned over and hugged him, kissing his nipples. He only reacted after kissing him for a while and then touched her large breasts. She reached out to untie his towel and touched his penis. She felt it was a little small, but because she still loved him at the time, she didn't think too much about it and didn't show anything. After touching him for a while, she signaled for him to start. She was already eager to have sex, so she was very wet, and he entered easily. However, she said he ejaculated in only two or three minutes. My wife didn't even feel him ejaculate; she only knew he moved a few times before she squeezed him out. She tried to help him, but then realized he had already ejaculated. That was their only time together. My wife said that not long after, she decided to break up with him. Looking back, she realized this man was the kind of guy people jokingly call "the one who pays the bill on the first three." But even then, all my wife said was that his penis was the shortest and smallest she'd ever had; she didn't say anything else. Not long after that, on her birthday, my wife had a one-night stand. She said she was tired of this kind of online care and love; she needed a man's embrace, so she decided to have a one-night stand. She also said she'd been drinking that day, which gave her the courage to do it. Later, I found out that my wife only dared to have one-night stands with people she didn't know well.Men I know who sleep with me always say it's because they've been drinking, that it was a case of drunken promiscuity. Even after we got married, my wife said the same thing after sleeping with other men several times. But I think the biggest reasons my wife had that one-night stand were her own physical needs and the fact that the man's penis couldn't satisfy her. Below is my wife's description of the events leading up to and following that one-night stand on her blog: Last night I didn't go home, and inexplicably ended up in a strange house, and inexplicably ended up in a man's bed. Actually, it wasn't inexplicable. Because it was my choice. Suddenly I understood what the general meant when he said, "Come back to be with you"—it's actually a form of charity. Those four words, coming from his mouth, are a kind of emotional handout. I don't want that. So, my body went off. Not for any other reason than that I wanted to, and I think I was happy. I didn't sleep a wink last night; I'm not used to the bed, and I'm not used to the person. He played a lot of Qi Qin's songs for me, and we talked about all sorts of random things. I told him: I rarely have his feelings; maybe my heart is numb. This morning, he played "Birds and Fish," saying that listening to it alone evokes one feeling, but listening with someone else is different. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted far away… Not many days had passed since then. My wife officially started dating her girlfriend, who was six years younger than her, before she met me—after they had slept together, of course. They had known each other for a while, and my wife said he had been pursuing her all along. My wife just felt he was too much younger than her, and she knew that men matured late and were immature, so she had never agreed. Until this time, not long after we got together, my wife told me how their first time having sex happened and what it was like. I've already described the process of their sex before. Below is an excerpt from my wife's blog, where she describes it: I've always felt that being sick has one advantage: you get care from others as a matter of course. Yesterday, I did. The torment of insomnia didn't erupt until noon. I felt cold in waves, then hot in waves. I sat in the eleven-piece set, desperately wrapping myself in clothes. Dongdong asked me, "Are you cold?" I said, "Of course." Niuniu also stayed up all night at home, but we stayed up in different places. She was writing at the computer, while I was tossing and turning in bed. She was creating, while I was wasting time. I had a one-night stand on my birthday, and four days later I got a boyfriend. Don't use any words to describe my behavior, because no word will do it justice. I can only say that I'm sick. And I don't know if it will get worse. Oh, please believe me, this illness is definitely not depression. Maybe, it's just severe mania. Bed—in bed with a man—making love—the things we do—as I mentioned before, my wife said that her boyfriend ejaculated very quickly the first time. My wife said goodbye and wiped his penis with her hand, and he immediately got hard again, and they continued to have sex. My wife told me that she thought he was a virgin. I told my wife that it wasn't necessarily true. I myself have ejaculated inside a girl and gotten hard again without pulling out. Besides, I only found out at this point that my wife didn't wipe him with her hand at all. Actually, just as I thought, my wife licked him with her mouth after he ejaculated. I immediately said: With your oral sex skills, any man would get hard immediately. Below are some excerpts from my wife's blog: I've always felt that a woman's heart can warm a man's body, and a man's body can warm a woman's heart. I don't know about others, but this is true for me. So, when I have a cold, I can legitimately go to a hot spring. Hot springs are incredibly ambiguous places; you can make love there too… Maybe you'll be impatient, maybe you'll be hesitant; different people experience different things. The water temperature is too high, and so is the body's; a little desire stirs within. You can control it, or you can not, it all depends on your mood. I like to intertwine our fingers, feeling the subtle sensations conveyed through our fingertips. There's a type of hand, large and seemingly capable of controlling everything. Every joint exudes strength, leaving no room for negotiation. Sliding down from my ear, it forces me to obey its commands. This hand is powerful, able to lift me up until we find a suitable angle. Another type of hand is as slender as a woman's, even the nails are exceptionally beautiful. The temperature of the hand changes with the body's temperature; when it's too low, I'll reach out to adjust it. When the temperature is high, I want that hand to roam over my body. Such a hand likes to probe, perhaps hesitant, like the thoughts in my heart, but ultimately unable to escape. My body, naturally, opens up gradually with this probing, then collapses. I like to hear a man's voice, that deep, powerful breath, blowing in my ear. In that voice, I can feel everything: his mood, his desire, his pleasure, and the impossible lingering. Then, give me his tongue. I still like to bite, gently or heavily. In any action that's enough to make one feel unbearable. I also like to leave small "hickeys" on his shoulders. A forceful suck, and it's just the right lip print. I like to be woken by him in the middle of the night when I'm half asleep. It could be with his voice, his hand, or something else, like forced penetration. When I open my eyes, I can see a restless shadow in the darkness. Following it, I cooperate. It turns out, we are all unable to sleep peacefully because of desire. The expert above claims that what my wife told me in her blog and earlier accounts describes her sleeping with these men. However, due to various reasons, I later learned about more of her relationships with other men, including those that happened after we got married—things she told me and things she didn't. Of course, I'm only so certain after getting to know my wife better. I'll share more about these experiences later.

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