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My husband is a Pisces, and the romanticism and empathy of Pisces men are qualities that women greatly admire. He actually knew I was with that foreign man; but he didn't seem to care. On the contrary, I felt uneasy, truly hoping that when I met him it was just a fleeting chance encounter, not through his colleague. But he felt that little incident only made him cherish me more. That day on the way home, silently watching me cry, his aching heart vowed to himself that he would never let me shed such tears again… When I was down, he would chat with me, and we would talk endlessly on MSN every day. Most of the time, he would guide me, asking about my dreams, my past, and even my elementary school teacher—he was interested in all of that. When he learned I loved the sea, he decided to take me snorkeling. But despite loving the sea, I couldn't swim, so he decided to teach me to swim first. To avoid making me too shy, he took me to a rooftop outdoor pool—a quiet, clean, and elegant place.

My childhood near-drowning experience made me afraid to put my head underwater. But with his encouragement, I counted 1, 2, 3, inhaling and exhaling, gradually getting used to the water covering my mouth, then my nose, and then my eyes. Then I held onto the edge and kicked... and then he supported my abdomen so I could coordinate my arms and legs. After two lessons, I could hold his fingers and swim forward. After another lesson, I could have him wait for me four steps away, then six steps, then ten steps... Every time I reached him, I would hug him excitedly, and he would just give me an encouraging smile. It was these two weeks of swimming training that gradually made me trust him completely.

Actually, after we got together, he confessed to me that when he taught me to swim, he had to try very hard to restrain himself from reaching for my round bottom; or restrain the urge to pull open the bow on my bikini top, because every night he couldn't help but have these thoughts and couldn't fall asleep. Hehe, for lovers, these are sweet nothings. Luckily, he didn't say them then, otherwise I would definitely have thought he was a big pervert :) His self-control made me feel that he was a person with self-discipline.

Next, it was time to go snorkeling in the real sea. With the help of the snorkeling mask and regulator, I felt as free as a fish, especially since I was holding his hand, his firm and reliable hand, which gradually made my initial fear disappear. I played with the fish that innocently swam in front of me, watching all kinds of swaying seaweed and corals reflect each other... But suddenly, I didn't catch my breath properly, and water got into my snorkeling mask. When I inhaled, water rushed into my nose and I choked. Completely flustered, I struggled violently. He held me tightly, pulling me up with all his might, but I was so disoriented I just thrashed about, kicking him hard several times. I finally managed to grab his neck and quickly pressed his head down so I could surface for air… A perfectly healthy young man almost met his end at the hands of this clumsy landlubber… Thankfully, he removed his snorkel and dodged my lightning-fast kicks, surfacing safely, otherwise I would have been devastated!

After this little incident, we finally adjusted our plans and completed our snorkeling adventure without further incident. Aside from the bruises from my kicks and the scratches from my toenails, he was perfectly fine -_-… I felt apologetic, and he kept comforting me.

But we haven't really progressed much; at most, I give him a goodnight kiss when he asks me to take him home at night. Actually, the more cautious we are, the more it shows we're both interested. We both felt that relationships that progressed too quickly were more likely to end, so we both waited cautiously… However, I had a secret I was keeping from him. In our private conversations, I learned that he had never used a condom, but I had a secret I couldn't tell him.

A week after I left that foreign man, he called me saying he had something very serious to tell me. He said he had contracted a serious sexually transmitted disease, and since he had only had sex with me recently, he believed I had infected him. He warned me that it was a serious problem and that I shouldn't have sex with other men, otherwise I would infect others… To be honest, I was terrified. Although I didn't feel anything unusual myself, his serious attitude made me believe him. I also felt ashamed, so I didn't dare tell anyone and just kept putting it off… When my relationship with my husband finally progressed to “openness,” I had to insist that he use a condom because I was afraid I would harm him. I felt like a dangerous biological weapon… He still reluctantly used a condom, prioritizing my safety. By the time he finally managed to put on the condom, his penis was limp and lifeless; once the condom was removed, it became erect again… And so, this unsuccessful first time ended with his dejection and my guilt and unease. I confessed to him… I thought the only outcome awaiting me was that he would leave me.

But he told me he didn't believe that man. And he believed I wouldn't have contracted that disease. Because he knew I was healthy and clean when he kissed my genitals. But I was still afraid—what if the bacteria were inside? My stubbornness prevailed over him again… In the end, he accompanied me to the hospital for a comprehensive gynecological exam. And in front of the gynecologist, he told the doctor why I was there for the exam. I blushed and wanted to run away as I watched the two of them talking so seriously, but his firm, warm hand held mine, giving me the courage and confidence to face it.

The results of the exam were as he expected—I was perfectly healthy. I didn't have the disease that man had mentioned. I don't know why that man lied to me like that. Perhaps it was out of revenge? But what the doctor said to me during the exam strengthened my resolve to be with my husband. She said, "Your boyfriend is a trustworthy person; women are happier if they have a stable sexual partner. Don't miss out..." After receiving the test results, we celebrated. I felt relieved, and he was beaming. So that night, we made love without restraint... That day, after returning home from the hospital, we bought roast chicken, wine, and fresh pineapple for a small celebration. While he went to the kitchen to get a knife and fork, I took the roast chicken out and put it on the living room table. Then I went to find a plate for the pineapple, but when I came back from the kitchen, I found his big dog on the table, sniffing and licking the roast chicken.

Oh no! I yelled, scaring the dog so much that it grabbed the roast chicken and ran away... 5555 Our dinner! He heard the noise, ran out, saw the scene, and we burst out laughing. We both laughed until tears streamed down our faces. He looked at me, suddenly put down his knife and fork, hugged me, and kissed me.

His kisses used to be gentle and restrained, but today he was so domineering and intense. His slightly grown stubble pricked my lips, making them red, swollen, and glistening with desire. He laid me down on the sofa, half-kneeling and supporting himself with his hands to avoid crushing me, and said, "I've thought about this day for so long..." His words made me blush. I imagine I must have looked as beautiful as a flower at that moment. A surge of tenderness and emotion welled up inside me, and I gently lifted my head to kiss his eyes, saying, "Me too."

Encouraged by my response, he quickly stripped me naked, revealing my pubic area, which had been shaved for inspection. Without any hair to obstruct my view, it was incredibly sensitive. Even the sensation of his breath on my skin was intense. He playfully teased me with his tongue, making me tremble with each gentle touch, until I begged him to take it in. I turned around and helped him unzip his pants. Seeing his penis standing erect and glaring at me aroused him with each thrust... When we both started to crave real contact, we stopped tacitly. He pulled me up, sat me on his lap, and slowly carried me inside.

I asked him why he liked this position. He said it was because he could see my eyes, my expression, kiss me anytime, and deeply feel my passion… Sweet words are the best aphrodisiac for a woman, and even before I reached orgasm, my heart was filled with a satisfying joy. With each thrust and rub, his curly, soft hair brushed against my smooth skin, which felt like it was on fire, burning hot and wet, making squelching sounds—it was so embarrassing! I buried my head in the crook of his neck, listening to him whisper "I love you, I love you, I love you…" like a spell… My bouncy nipples brushed against his hot chest, sending waves of sensuality through me. Suddenly he sped up, and I could feel his heat swell even more, thrusting against my clitoris with each stroke, making my toes go numb. I finally felt an uncontrollable throbbing within my body, gripping him tightly with each thrust.

We weren't wearing a condom, so he had to lift me up and ejaculate on himself while holding his penis. No wonder he doesn't use condoms; he can control his ejaculation by pulling out. Afterwards, we looked at each other's flushed faces, panting, and laughed simultaneously. After helping him wash up, we were both too tired to move and lay motionless in his arms, listening to him scold the big dog that had stolen our dinner. Finally, when our stomachs were growling, he got up to cook for me. Because he grew up abroad, he only made simple bacon, ham, and eggs, and he wasn't even very good at using chopsticks. I offered to cook, but he refused, letting me sit beside him and watch him busy himself. Did he want me to see all his goodness at once?

Watching him hum a song as he flipped the bacon, I couldn't help but go up and hug his waist, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling even warmer and more reliable. I think with this kind of happiness, no woman would be greedy and want more, right? After we finished eating, I helped him put the dishes on the sink, but then he hugged me from behind, his playful penis proudly pressing against me again. "You're really something else, aren't you... You're so full and warm, you think of lust after all..." I sighed helplessly, and then cooperated by letting him lift me up and sit on the kitchen counter. The lovemaking in the kitchen seemed even more shy; all those plates, dishes, and bowls stared at us, and even the refrigerator seemed embarrassed and quieted down... The night was enchanting, and we snuggled together watching TV. My feet were propped up on the table, his big feet resting on mine, we were as close as conjoined twins. A moment later, he looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I laughed at him, "Can't you control yourself a little? One drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood! One drop of blood is worth three bowls of rice! How much rice will you have to eat to make up for tonight?" He said like Ng Man-tat from *A Chinese Odyssey*, "Wife, I'm willing to die for you!" Then he pounced on me again, baring his teeth and claws. This time, he didn't even take off my thong; he just pulled it open and came in. I felt like I'd been waiting for him for ages, finally feeling completely complete. I just wanted to hold him like this, feel him, and stay there, not going anywhere, not thinking about anything, just until the end of time.

Waking up in the morning, both of us with dark circles under our eyes, brushing our teeth and washing our faces together in front of the mirror, I suddenly felt at home. The weariness of wandering and the desolation and lack of belonging in my heart vanished. My eyes and brows were full of smiles. If I were a sapling, I would have finally found my spring, swaying in the wind, blooming a tree full of flowers for him.

Our love flourished like this. To prevent me from being stolen away, he put his heirloom ring on my finger early on. On that finger closest to my heart, I felt him beside me, felt that I completely belonged to him.

Life was no longer lonely; our feelings grew stronger every day. For two people who both love adventure and novelty, our lovemaking became incredibly vibrant. We drove to the desert and made love under a sky full of stars; we traveled and made love in a private pool; we went camping and made love in a tent we pitched together, risking being eavesdropped on; most of the time we made love at home on the bed and sofa, but every time it felt like the first time. It wasn't because the novelty had worn off—at least three years had passed, and we were still the same—but because we understood each other better, and the more we adjusted to each other, the deeper our love for one another grew.

A year later, we pledged our lives to each other and welcomed our first baby. During my pregnancy, my breasts increased by two cup sizes, and my belly grew bigger. My husband always thought I was at my sexiest during pregnancy. I don't know if he was trying to comfort me about my changed figure or if he meant it, but he was quite eager. :) For the first three months, we mostly kissed and hugged, and after things stabilized, we resumed our happy sex life. Back in China, many of my friends completely gave up sex during pregnancy, which I didn't quite understand. Some even had their husbands cheat on them because of it… While it's true that men lack self-control, it's also unwise for wives to completely refuse sex. Because my own experience tells me that gentle sex after three months of pregnancy is absolutely fine and can even be beneficial for the pregnant woman. Even if it's really inconvenient, giving my husband oral sex is a good way for him to release tension... Perhaps I'm a bit open-minded. But I learned with a scientific spirit. During my pregnancy, I diligently researched and learned oral sex techniques to make my husband feel great :) I was actually worried that my penis might poke the baby in my belly during sex, but after learning about anatomy, I knew it wouldn't. However, around seven months, one day during sex, my husband suddenly pulled out from behind and said, "I can't do it anymore, I think about how the baby's hair has grown, I can't do it anymore -_-!" (During pregnancy, because you can't put pressure on the abdomen, it's usually rear-entry). Haha, I bet the baby in my belly would faint if they heard that. This dad is so slow to realize things, where was he before?

After the baby was born, our world of two became a world of three. Thank God for his blessings, all my beautiful dreams have come true, and I will live well. I wish everyone's dreams come true soon, and happiness every day.

[The End]

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