Sex in tender memories

My wife
was my listener back then. Every day, I would recount my misfortunes, sometimes going crazy, sometimes asking questions, sometimes rushing frantically,
and sometimes stopping to stare blankly. But she was always behind me, silently watching over me. At that time, I had no
passion for her; I just needed a listener, and I had no impure thoughts whatsoever! Don't think my wife wasn't beautiful when I say this.
Before our son was born, she could lick her own nipples; her skin was like porcelain! We had sex
a year after we met. I remember she was still following me, listening to me talk, sometimes
chiming in with a word or two. Later, I mentioned that my family was introducing me to a girlfriend, saying she was very beautiful and from a wealthy family,
but I still wanted to go back to the way things were before… Anyway, I kept talking until I suddenly felt no footsteps behind me.
I turned around saw my wife's shadow. Since it was night, I was a little worried and hurried back, finding her sitting
by the river. I asked her blankly, "What's wrong? Don't you want to walk anymore?" My wife was still staring blankly. Suddenly, I realized this
wasn't the girl who used to listen to me silently! I sat down beside her, waiting for her to speak. Suddenly she rushed over and hugged me
tightly , saying, "Let's go back to how we were before!" I was stunned, and after a long while, I said, "You're too young, we
're not suitable!" My wife cried, cried very sadly. Seeing her like that, my heart softened. I also gave her a token hug, and
she excitedly pressed herself against me, kissing me fiercely and saying repeatedly, "I'm not afraid, I love you, it
doesn't matter if there's no later." Anyway, that was our breakthrough; I even touched her breasts then, they were very big and hard. She
couldn't compare to mine. Later, we walked along the riverbank and Qintai all night and kissed passionately several times! That's all.

My first time with my wife was probably the second night a month after we kissed. The first night she came to me, and we kissed
passionately again. We wandered the streets and along the riverbank that night, and around 12:30, she got a little sleepy. I insisted that she go to my
place to rest, and she reluctantly agreed. But that night, I didn't touch her; I just held her and talked to her while we slept.
Later, my wife told me many times that I held her really tightly that night, as if I was afraid she would run away. Perhaps this feeling
moved my wife, leading her to come to me again the next day. I remember that night we were talking while holding each other, and I
even passionately touched her large breasts. Humans are animals after all, and as my hand slowly
moved downwards, she began to resist. I kept saying I wanted to love her (I had said "love" to her countless times before,
but this was the first time I had said it to my wife), that I wanted to love her for life, and that I would only look at her, and there would be no further action.
Perhaps my wife was also thinking about it, or perhaps she still believed I was a good person and truly loved me. Anyway, my wife
gradually stopped resisting and even lifted her buttocks to allow me to pull down her panties. Even today, more than ten years later, I
still remember that scene: her white lower body with a tight, hairless slit. I froze, my hand
hesitating. I dared not take any further action, because it felt like seeing a small, plump lower body—how
could there be any passion? My wife noticed I was in a daze (because she had her eyes closed, a habit she still maintains), and
asked me what was wrong. Suddenly, I seemed to lose all sense of morality. I parted her legs, climbed on top of my wife
, and kissed her. My wife noticed my intentions and tried to push me away with her hands. We were entangled like that when suddenly I felt
her stop moving. Then I realized I had used both hands to pull her hands and head together, preventing her from
moving . Now her hands wouldn't hinder my next move, and I spread her legs apart with my knees. My already hard
penis explored the entrance of her vagina, but I couldn't find that feeling of entering her tender embrace. After all, she was a virgin,
and it was so tight. Although my wife had secreted a lot of fluid, I still couldn't penetrate her for a long time. This familiar
feeling evoked memories from a few years ago. I quickly moved my right hand down to my body, held my penis, and
twisted so that the wide side of the glans was facing the opening of my wife's vagina. I slowly and forcefully pressed down. With my wife's cry of "
Ouch, it hurts!", my penis suddenly felt itself entering a tight and hot fleshy hole. Maybe it was because I had
n't been with a woman for over a year, or maybe it was because my wife was a virgin, or maybe it was both! Anyway, as soon as I entered
, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I tried to hold back, but I still ejaculated after less than a dozen thrusts. My penis was still inside her vagina.
I looked up at my wife; she was still crying. Looking at my delicate wife, I hugged her tightly and pressed her down, saying,
"I will love you forever. I'm so sorry, I just couldn't control myself." My wife didn't say anything, but
slowly put her hand on my face and touched it, saying, "I don't blame you. As long as you're happy." At that moment,
I believe every man would secretly vow to cherish the woman beneath him for a lifetime. My penis also
hardened inside my wife's white and tender vagina, and I started moving again. With each thrust, my wife frowned from time to time. I asked my wife if it
still hurt a lot, and she nodded. I stopped moving and just pressed down on my wife like that. That feeling was actually quite comfortable
because my wife had large breasts and a plump figure (165cm, 60kg). Later, my wife moved her buttocks and said that
it still felt very swollen. Seeing that things were already like this, and since we were already inside, I figured I might as well let my lover enjoy herself, so I slowly
started thrusting. Slowly, my wife's brows relaxed, her eyes still closed, but she was already lightly biting her lip.
Having four years of experience, I knew she was getting aroused, so I sped up. Afterwards, we hugged
and talked, but my wife didn't want to put on any clothes. We just slept naked like that, tightly embracing each other. Just
before dawn, I woke up and found us still hugging, but my wife was facing away from me. My penis was still hard,
pressing against her buttocks, and I had a wicked thought of penetrating her anus. At that time, I really didn't know how to flirt, so I
just slowly touched my wife's lower body. My wife woke up, turned over, hugged me, and kissed me. My hand could only touch her
buttocks now. I turned over again and pinned her beneath me, my penis inside her again. My wife hugged me and said she was still a little uncomfortable.
I said, "Then let's go in her anus!" She was startled and said, "Isn't that dirty?" I told them that foreigners penetrate both before and after sex, and since my wife
is a virgin with no experience, she didn't object at all. Anyway, I just went in like that, and it felt like I thrust for a long time
before I ejaculated. Watching my wife rush to the toilet, I felt satisfied. Maybe people aren't happy that I didn't explain my first time
having anal sex with my wife clearly, but it really didn't leave me with a very good feeling at the time.

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