A young woman's sexual journey

I got married in October 2020. Let my story begin on our wedding night. It's a long story, but I don't know if I'll get any support. The lights in the rented hotel room were a bit blinding. I sat silently on the edge of the bed, wearing a bright red cheongsam. My new husband was lying on the bed, completely drunk. He was excited by the praise he received at the wedding, and he toasted unrestrainedly with many guests who showered him with compliments. Perhaps his excitement made him forget 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 flutter. I had expected him to give me boundless tenderness and the joy of being a wife, but now I was left alone in this empty room. My expectations and desires were slowly turning into frustration and helplessness. I slowly leaned down and cupped his face in my hands, looking at him carefully. To be honest, my husband's looks are only average, but his features combined make him quite masculine. I lowered my head and brought my lips close to his, but a strong smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit me, so I had to give up the desire to kiss him. I only kissed his tightly closed eyes. I stood up and struggled to help him sit up. "What are you doing?" he murmured indistinctly. "Take off your clothes, you'll sleep more comfortably." "Come on, 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. "Sigh!" I let out a long sigh, feeling a little tired, but I started to feel restless again. I took off my bright red high heels and paced back and forth in the room a few times. I stood by the bed, looking at my sleeping husband. Slowly, I unbuttoned my cheongsam, my restlessness growing stronger. I wasn't a virgin, a newlywed. I'd been with several men, and even now, I maintained relationships with two of them (why I did that, I'll describe in later stories if possible). But I still eagerly anticipated the new life my husband would give me. "Looks like tonight will have to do," 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, specially chosen for today. It clung tightly to my fair, shapely body; the semi-transparent lace panties barely covered my full vulva, leaving my snow-white buttocks almost entirely exposed. But now, the lingerie felt uncomfortablely 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 was about to head to the bathroom to shower and relax, my shapely, full upper body bare. The wedding had really exhausted me. I stopped in front of the vanity, straightening my chest in front of the mirror; my breasts were slightly sagging. I cupped my breasts 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, and I muttered to myself, "They're quite pretty." My hands began to unconsciously knead my breasts, pinching my nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. Oh. My body trembled, and I let out a groan. A tingling, itchy, throbbing sensation spread through my nipples. I kneaded them a few more times, and the feeling quickly spread, making my entire breast 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 and started filling the bathtub. Then, I 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. I 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 legs was bulging, looking plump and full. (The last sentence appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)I was a little dissatisfied with the sparse pubic hair; there were only a few strands on my mons pubis, and I also had a little bit of fat on my waist. I stood there with my hands on my hips, swaying from side to side a few times, and looked around 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 heat up, and I felt an indescribable comfort emanating from within. I slightly parted my legs, allowing the hot water to completely contact my genitals. Suddenly, I felt a slight itch on my mons pubis and labia. The restlessness that hadn't subsided in my heart suddenly intensified. The feeling of breast swelling and nipple itching returned. I reached one hand to my mons pubis, my fingertips scratching at 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 parted mouth. My body began to tremble slightly, and the hand scratching my mons pubis increased its pressure. My legs bent and opened completely with the movement of my hands, and my hands, which had been on my mons pubis, now covered my entire vulva, my palms rubbing my labia. The hands kneading my breasts became increasingly forceful. Ah. Ah. Ah. With my movements and continuous groans, I felt my body burning hot, my nipples were fully erect, and even my areolas were hard. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and the itching in my body made me twist unconsciously. At this moment, my thoughts were completely out of control, my head began to spin, my body was tense, and my open legs would squeeze and open again from time to time. What I couldn't stand the most was the burning sensation in my vulva, and the resulting itching intensely occupied my entire body. Excited blood rushed to my head, my face was so hot and flushed. The itching in my vulva grew increasingly intense, gradually spreading deeper into my body along my vaginal walls. The fluid from the itching slowly trickled down the vaginal walls, creating a strong sense of emptiness in my vagina and lower body. I felt as if I were floating in mid-air. I pressed my head against the edge of the bathtub and the bathroom wall, my lower legs forming a right angle to support myself on the bottom of the tub, and forcefully lifted my back, raising my body above the water. One hand gripped my breast tightly, and the hand that had been rubbing my vulva was now using my fingers to massage my labia. I pressed my middle finger between my labia, the pad of my finger touching my clitoris. Ah. My groan suddenly rose in pitch, my body shuddered noticeably, and I felt a tingling, numb sensation, a limpness, and I fell heavily back into the bathtub. The slight pain in the back of my head temporarily extinguished my burning desire. I struggled to stand up from the tub, rubbing the back of my head with one hand while turning off the tap and turning the water back on. Hot water poured from the showerhead, washing over my body from head to toe. I lathered myself with shower gel, and unconsciously my hands landed on my slightly swollen breasts. I massaged them, my fingers occasionally rubbing my nipples. Soon my breathing became rapid 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 constantly itching, 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, each rub of my clitoris accompanied by a rise and fall in my moans. My hands weren't idle either, kneading my breasts vigorously, the elastic breasts changing shape in my hands; I felt only such force could bring me any relief. My legs trembled slightly, my body tense. Moans, tinged with sobs, escaped my lips: Oh. Mm. Mm. Ah. I pressed the tip of my middle finger against my clitoris, which was clearly protruding. I rubbed it in circles with my fingertip, then removed it 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 inside me, 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, leaning slightly forward, my legs fully open, my vulva exposed. The dark red labia majora parted naturally, and the labia minora, which enveloped the vaginal opening, throbbed slightly, feeling swollen. Hiss. Ah. I inserted my index and middle fingers together into my slippery vagina. I inhaled through my teeth, and as my fingers spread open and fully entered the empty, itchy cavity, a slight fullness made me let out a long, satisfied sigh. The sudden intrusion of a foreign object into my vagina caused it to naturally contract and envelop my finger, giving me a sense of fullness. My finger began to move in and out of the slippery vagina, accompanied by moans that varied in pitch. The friction of my finger against the vaginal walls seemed to alleviate the itching in my vulva, which encouraged me to use more force and increase the speed. My finger was fully inserted, and I would occasionally rotate it to match the thrusting. My fingertip would sometimes touch the polyp at the cervix, triggering a tingling sensation. Ah. Ah. Mmm. I moaned ecstatically, waves of indescribable pleasure washing over my body. With each deeper insertion, my open thumb would sometimes press against my protruding clitoris, causing my body to tremble slightly. With each rapid thrust, my body tensed more and more, and a large amount of slightly hot fluid was drawn out of my body by my finger. Ignoring the slight pain in my vulva, I probed, rotated, pushed, and thrust my fingertips inside my vagina. The hot water spurting onto my swollen, red nipples caused a slight pain that instead felt strangely pleasurable. Suddenly, a tingling, numbing sensation shot 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 sucked into my vagina, and a large amount of fluid gushing out was trapped inside, making my abdomen feel warm and swollen—a wonderfully pleasurable sensation. The itching slowly subsided, my head spun, and my tense body gradually relaxed, feeling as light as if I were walking on cotton. As my body relaxed, I withdrew my fingers, and the fluid that flowed out brought a wave of relief to my lower body. Oh. I let out a long sigh of relief. My racing heart slowly calmed, and my rapid breathing returned to normal, but the passion I had just experienced still made my face burn, and my joints ached a little. Feeling slightly cool and weak, I quickly rinsed 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 I felt weak, the passion I had just experienced still kept me awake. I dimmed the lights in the room, went to the window, and nestled into the soft sofa, hugging myself with my arms crossed. I wanted to wait until I calmed down before sleeping. The dimly lit room smelled faintly of alcohol, and the warmth of the air conditioner felt so comforting. My husband's soft breathing filled the quiet room, and suddenly a strange panic gripped me: What if he found out this wasn't my first time? How could I face him? Although my husband knows I had boyfriends before, since we started dating, he's always thought of me as a quiet, introverted girl who is self-reliant, stable, and discreet. So far, he still sees me as pure and innocent. 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 only hugged and kissed; nothing more. Now, a serious problem has arisen, and I really don't know what to do. My thoughts have become chaotic. I'm even imagining what he would do if he saw what happened in the bathroom. I can't imagine the consequences of the truth being exposed. Helplessness makes me feel desperate. Who can help me? Suddenly, a person flashes through my mind, and my heart skips a beat. I shake my head violently, trying to shake him out, 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 desperately try to convince myself to get rid of this person from my mind. How could I possibly think of him today, facing my husband? 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. Scenes of our intimacy flashed through my mind, but the problems I faced only made those memories fragmented and somewhat blurry. My heart struggled with anxiety and contradiction. I sat there, head tilted back, frozen, eyes closed, brows furrowed, occasionally letting out soft, tearful sighs. The images of our intimacy appeared again, fragmented: one moment I was naked, nestled in his arms, whispering sweet nothings; the next, I was clinging to him, welcoming his thrusts. These memories didn't bring me any physical reaction, only a turbulent, sorrowful feeling. Suddenly, I felt this was probably my only hope, like…It's like a drowning person grasping at the last straw. I stood up, silently watching my sleeping husband. At this moment, he would never imagine that his supposedly pure and innocent new wife was about to make a phone call, trying to find someone 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 to him 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. Ring. Ring. The ringtone came from the receiver. Hello? Who is this? 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 aren't you with your husband on your wedding night? You only thought of calling me now, are you missing me?" He said, half-jokingly, half-seriously. "No, that's not it. He's still drunk, and I can't sleep, so I'm thinking about something." My tone carried a hint of coquetry. I don't know why, but I always end up being a little coquettish with him, no matter what. Maybe it's a habit, and it just naturally showed up in this situation today. "What are you thinking about? You seem so excited?" He asked, asking if I had something to discuss 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? Are you feeling unwell?" He asked, somewhat teasingly. No, stop guessing. He's drunk, and we haven't even started yet. I was worried about what I'd do if he found out I wasn't a virgin. Without hesitation, I told him my thoughts. "Oh! It's just a small thing, no need to be so nervous," he said casually. My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes. I begged him to tell me what to do. 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, 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 my body loosened, exposing my full, snow-white breasts to the air, my dark red nipples and areolas particularly striking. The sound of water stopped, and I quickly pulled the towel up to cover my chest. My husband came out wearing only his underwear. I stared at him, clutching the towel to my chest. The towel, wrapped horizontally around my chest, almost completely exposed my snow-white thighs. I pressed 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 my hand away from the towel, and it slipped behind me, revealing my snow-white body to him. He slowly knelt down, cupping my flushed and burning face in his hands. My slightly parted mouth emitted a few rapid breaths. I closed my eyes, and my husband's warm breath instantly covered my lips. I opened my mouth, welcoming his wet, hot tongue, which darted into my mouth like a serpent. Our lips intertwined. I reached out and hugged his back, half-dragging myself to my feet. 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. (The ecstasy is in ninilu.)My body began to heat up. I twisted my upper body, letting my nipples rub against my husband's chest. My hands were already cupping his head, and I could clearly feel his erection pressing against my mons pubis. My husband half-dragged, half-carried me to the bedside. He released me, and I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly turning over and lying down. I lay flat, turning my head to see my husband had taken off his underwear. His thick, dark penis was erect, the glans shining and showing off to me. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes slightly. My husband took my hand and placed it on his penis. I gently grasped it. His penis was so hot and hard in my hand, and it was throbbing slightly. I turned my head away shyly, gently moving my hand up and down. Touching his penis made my body hot, and the little worms inside me started to act up again, making me unbearably itchy. A little sticky fluid flowed from the glans, sticking to my fingers that occasionally slipped, and then being carried back to his penis, feeling a little slippery. My husband knelt beside me, my hands still clenched tightly. His hands pressed against my breasts. His hands were so hot, his palms were damp. I shuddered, and unconsciously gripped his penis. His hands roughly kneaded my breasts, which was exactly what I had hoped for. My nipples quickly hardened and swelled, my breasts changing shape in his hands. I closed my eyes tightly, my mouth slightly open, my breathing becoming rapid, my body twisting slightly, my legs repeatedly bending, closing, lowering, and separating. My vulva was also heating up. I felt my labia swelling, my vaginal opening throbbing slightly, and fluid slowly seeping out. But my hands never let go of his penis, naturally beginning to stroke it gently. My husband couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out one hand and directly inserted it between my legs, rubbing and kneading my wet vulva without any skill. More fluid flowed from my vagina; his hands had made my entire vulva slippery, even my buttocks were wet with his own fluid. My husband stirred my body haphazardly; my desire was completely released, and I struggled to lift my head to kiss his face. After a while, he withdrew his hands from my vulva, rolled over, and pinned me down. His penis broke free from my grasp, 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 under his weight, but it seemed to alleviate the itching in my body. I spread my legs, and his hot, thick penis pounded against my labia, occasionally the glans touching my clitoris, causing my body to tremble. The glans pushed open my labia, sliding up and down in the already slippery, muddy cleft, but it couldn't find the entrance. I was extremely anxious; I longed for his penis to immediately enter my empty, itchy body, to extinguish the burning desire within me with a powerful thrust. I'm right at the door, but I can't find it and can't get in. Ugh. Ugh. I let out a weak moan. I really wanted to hold it in my hands and put it into my thirsty body, but my remaining reason told me I couldn't show my skill in this area, lest he become suspicious later. Even though I was craving it now, I had to maintain my composure and try my best to appear as a virtuous woman experiencing sex for the first time. I held my husband tightly, using my body to twist and rub against him 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 raised my buttocks, lifting my vaginal opening upwards. The glans of my penis touched the already aroused, opening vagina. Because the vagina was already very lubricated, the glans easily opened the vaginal opening. With my husband's thrusting, his hard, hot penis plunged all the way into my body. Ah. I cried out, feeling an unusual fullness in my lower body. His hard, hot penis filled my vagina completely. I felt my vagina naturally contract, enveloping his penis, which intensified the feeling of fullness below my abdomen. My husband let out a long sigh and immediately began thrusting rapidly. He pressed himself tightly against me, his buttocks rising and falling powerfully. With each forceful thrust, I felt myself slowly floating. It felt like a fire was burning below, a fire that sent shivers down my spine. Each time the glans withdrew, its sharp edges scraped against the vaginal walls, causing my body to tremble slightly. Mmm. 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 soft, slapping sound. My lower abdomen felt numb from the impact, but I still tried to lift it up to meet his penetration. A large amount of fluid was drawn out of my vagina with each thrust, only to be blocked by his penetration, causing a slight swelling. My body floated rapidly with each rise and fall of my lower abdomen. 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 blissful daze, intoxicated by the pleasure, waiting for the ultimate ecstasy that would follow when the itching completely subsided. 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 was excruciatingly painful for me. 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 incredibly heavy. The sudden relaxation left me feeling 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 the sweat from his forehead, gently pushed away my husband who wanted to hug me, struggled to get up, and released my hand from my vulva. My hand was covered in thick, sticky fluid. Without any obstruction, the fluid, under the pressure of my lower abdomen, slowly dripped down my inner thighs. Naked, my slender, snow-white body staggered into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, the sticky fluid mixed with urine dripping down. The bloating in my lower abdomen gradually disappeared, 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 walked slowly to the bedside, feigning shyness. I bent over, my breasts hanging vertically, 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 and shook his hand away. My husband had his legs wide open. I had just finished wiping myself clean and lifted myself 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 closer to him, and snuggled completely into his embrace. I casually pulled the blanket over our naked bodies and kissed his cheek. My husband quickly fell asleep, but the fact that I hadn't yet reached orgasm left me restless.

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