The wedding night of a sex-blind woman

As the saying goes, a man has three great joys in his life: his wedding night, passing the imperial examination, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Of these
three, the most intoxicating is undoubtedly the wedding night.

My wife and I had met many times before we got married. She was fair-skinned and quite pretty. Having never
been with a woman before, I blushed and became flustered whenever I saw her. When she nodded and agreed to marry me and become my wife
, I pulled her into my arms tightly. We could both clearly feel each other's heartbeats,
rapid and fast, easily reaching 120 beats per minute. The rapid heartbeat made me dizzy, and for a moment I didn't know where I was.

In a daze, a surprising thought popped into my head: I had my own woman now. From this day
forward, this woman was mine, mine alone, to kiss, to touch, to fuck. Thinking this, I boldly
cupped my wife's head in my hands and began my virgin kiss. My burning lips pressed tightly against hers , we could both feel each other trembling and burning .
Our tongues intertwined . 　　She plunged her tongue deep into my mouth for me to suck on, and she sucked on mine, unwilling to let go. We kissed passionately, exchanging and swallowing saliva, almost forgetting to breathe. A woman's body was an absolute secret to me. Perhaps it was human nature's curiosity, but a woman's body held immense allure for me . 　　While passionately kissing my wife, my hands weren't idle. First, I stroked her back through her thin clothes. My wife, perhaps aroused by my kisses, abandoned her girlish shyness and reserve, and lifted her shirt herself, allowing my hands to touch her skin. Her body was so tender and smooth, it felt incredibly good. 　　As I touched her, my hands easily moved down to her buttocks. It turned out my wife had unbuckled her belt sometime earlier. It was the first time I'd touched a woman's buttocks so intimately; I was both nervous and excited, it felt so stimulating. My wife 's buttocks weren't very large, but they were round, smooth, and delicate. If she took off her pants during the day, they would surely appear incredibly white and tender, almost translucent. My hands roamed over her buttocks, touching, pinching, kneading, and rubbing, making my wife moan incessantly, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy. 　　I don't know when, but my wife turned to the side, and I held her tightly in my arms. My left hand reached into her chest, hoping to touch her full breasts, but unfortunately, her breasts were far from what I expected. I gently played with her nipples, and whispered in her ear, "Why are your breasts so small?" 　　My wife said, "I heard that a woman's breasts only get bigger when a man touches them." 　　I said, "I like women's breasts, especially big ones." 　　My wife said, "From now on, I belong to you. Everything I have belongs to you. I came into this world to be enjoyed by you." 　　Hearing my wife say this, I became even more excited. My left hand moved down, past my woman's flat stomach, and touched my wife's pubic hair. My woman's pubic hair wasn't very thick, but the first time I touched a woman's pubic hair, I was so excited that my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. The feeling was indescribable. My hand moved down a little more , and my fingers touched a wet, long slit. 　　I whispered, "Honey, what do you women call this place?" 　　My wife said, "We call it a cunt." 　　She countered, "What do you men call it?" 　　I said, "Men call it a cunt too." 　　I added, "I love cunts so much, let me touch it, okay?" 　　My wife said, "No, that's too dirty, I'm on my period." 　　My penis had been hard and erect since the moment I saw my wife. Now, after being intimate with her for so long, my lower body was already throbbing unbearably. I couldn't wait to strip her clothes off and thrust my impatient iron rod into her cunt. At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I recklessly inserted my fingers into my wife's sticky and slippery cunt. I felt that my wife's cunt was so long. It was the first time in my life that I had touched a woman's cunt, and my heart was pounding wildly, almost jumping out of my throat. 　　My wife said, "Don't touch it, it hurts." 　　Ignoring her protests, I continued to touch her, my fingers busily moving in and out of her vagina. Her vagina was hot and slippery, stimulating me until I felt a tingling, itchy sensation, my blood boiling. Then, I touched two thin, slippery labia. I asked my wife, "What's this?" 　　She said, "That's the vulva." 　　I said, "Is there a labia majora?" 　　She said, "Yes, outside the vulva." 　　Ah, I felt it! The labia majora were two fingers wide, tender flesh covered in soft pubic hair. My woman and I lingered tenderly for a long, long time, feeling incredibly happy, almost forgetting time and everything around us. 　　It was late at night. My wife, worried that my family would be concerned, made an appointment with me for our next meeting before breaking up with me . Just then, I realized I couldn't walk a single step. The burning, numbness, and throbbing pain in my lower body made it impossible for me to move my legs. My wife held my arm, and I held her waist as we tried to walk around for a long time, but we still struggled to move . And I was still far from home. What should I do? 　　I said to my wife, "I wish I could release my semen." 　　She asked, "Where?" 　　I replied, "Into your vagina." 　　She said, "My vagina will always be yours from now on, but the first time has to be on our wedding night." 　　I said, "Help me, with your hands." 　　She said, "I don't know how." 　　When she saw me unbuckle my belt and grasp my penis, trying to release the semen through masturbation, she shyly turned her face away and said, "Don't do that, save it for our wedding night." 　　I said, "I have plenty of semen, but I can't walk without it now. You catch it with your hands." 　　My wife obediently caught it with both hands under my glans. After a few strokes, thick, hot semen gushed out.

My wife's hands caught a handful of the contents.

I said to her, "Eat it, it's very nutritious."

She hesitated, sniffed it, and said, "It smells fishy and awful." She refused to eat it and threw it away
.

Although many years have passed, this scene remains vivid in my memory, unforgettable. Later, my wife and I met several more times
. Although each meeting was filled with tenderness, caressing, kissing, and embracing, we longed for the bliss of our wedding night
and resisted the torment of desire, not crossing the final line.

Six months later, we held our wedding. The circumstances and the availability of goods at the time made our wedding incredibly simple, almost
embarrassing to recall. But it was a wedding under those circumstances, and it received the approval of neighbors, relatives, friends, and parents
—isn't this the purpose of weddings throughout history?

After the last guest left, I closed the door. My wedding night began
. This night left a deep mark on my life, one I will never forget.

I stripped naked and crawled into bed, waiting. My wife, however, calmly
sat on a small stool washing her feet. I lay on the kang (heated brick bed), watching her every move intently. The kang was quite hot
, and my hard penis felt both pleasurable and intensely itchy from the heat.

Looking at the woman washing her feet, a strange feeling welled up inside me: This woman
is my wife? How did I get a wife so quickly? Is this a dream? Ever since I reached
sexual maturity at seventeen or eighteen, which night hasn't I had sexual dreams? Could my dream come true tonight?
From now on, can I hold this woman every night and fuck her whenever I want
?

My woman finally finished washing her feet and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed). She sat beside me, first removing her outer
clothes, revealing a pink shirt and underpants. Then she removed those, revealing red briefs.
Her upper body was completely exposed under the bright light. I impatiently pulled off her briefs, and
the scene I had longed for for decades finally appeared: a naked woman sharing a room with me, waiting for me to enjoy her.

Under the bright light, my woman's skin was white, smooth, and delicate, flawless all over, like a
sculpture of jade. It was also my woman's first time with a naked man, and her face was flushed pink with shyness
. My woman's breasts were pitifully small, making her chest appear flat, and her nipples resembled unripe cherries.
What fascinated me most was the area below her abdomen covered in pubic hair—that
mysterious place I had dreamed of for years.

Seeing all this filled me with a surge of passion. I pulled my woman into my arms, flipped her over
, and pinned her beneath me. There was no foreplay, no tenderness, no mental preparation whatsoever. I was
like a ravenous tiger, eager to devour her whole.

Before she could even register what was happening, I thrust my thick, hard, and hot penis—the one I'd been waiting for, the one that had been itch for years, the one that had tormented
me for so long, the one that had never tasted a woman's flesh—into her genitals
. For the first time, possessing a woman, fucking her cunt, the urgency and fervor made me forget everything. My blood boiled
, my fiery penis, throbbing and thrusting wildly at her entrance , but because
it was my first time—I was inexperienced and couldn't find the right spot.

A flurry of frantic movements, and I was sweating profusely with anxiety. Looking at my woman, her eyes were tightly shut, her face pale,
trembling with tension. Later, my wife gently parted her labia minora with her hands, finally allowing my penis
to find its way in. I thrust my penis into that wonderful opening, but it wouldn't go in. The harder I tried, the more
painful it became. The opening felt dry and narrow. My penis violently impacted and rammed against the opening, and after dozens of thrusts,
my glans, like an umbrella, finally managed to squeeze in.

Before I could even experience the wonderful sensation of fucking a woman for the first time, an irresistible desire overwhelmed
me. A wave of pleasure, like an electric current, surged from the head of my penis to my waist, to
my brain. My brain tingled, and this current of pleasure quickly spread to every cell in my body,
immersing me completely in indescribable, exquisite bliss.

A moment later, I looked at my wife again. Her teeth were clenched, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably
.

I wondered, are all women like this when they're under a man?
Looking at my wife's lower body, all I saw was my grayish-white semen flowing from her vaginal opening; there was no sign
of the virgin blood I'd been longing for. Was my woman not a virgin? Before I could think any further, a wave of drowsiness washed over me,
and my eyelids felt glued shut. I

immediately drifted off to sleep. Because it was our wedding night, I was excited and happy. I woke up groggily in the middle of the night, saw
the woman beside me, and instantly all sleepiness vanished. Full of energy, I mounted my wife again and started fucking her. This time
, my penis found the opening easily. Before I'd even inserted halfway, my wife's face contorted in pain. Before
I could even begin thrusting, I felt the head of my penis being tightly gripped by her vaginal walls, and my semen gushed
out. My penis throbbed and sprayed its seed inside her vagina.

This time, my wife deflowered me. Blood mingled with semen, gushing out and staining my penis,
her labia majora and minora, and the white towel I had placed under her buttocks.

I held her tightly, overwhelmed with excitement, thrilled by her virginity and by the fact that I had
personally deflowered a woman. Later that night, around 3 a.m., I had sex with her again. On our wedding
night, I fucked her three times, indulging my craving for sex to my heart's content. However, preoccupied with my own pleasure, I completely disregarded my wife
's feelings, not even having a chance to properly see what a woman's hymen looked like, leaving a lifelong regret.

My ignorance and recklessness on our wedding night sowed the seeds of tragedy in our marriage. Decades later, after our children had grown up and started their own families, my wife and I finally chose divorce

amidst a tangled web of conflicts —but that's another story.

The next day, my wife had stomach pains all morning. Later, she told me that for a long time after our marriage
, walking was difficult, and she always felt like there was a thick wooden stick stuck inside her vagina, a swollen, sore
, and extremely uncomfortable feeling. She also told me that if she hadn't officially married me and become my wife, she would never have let me have
sex with her.

That wedding night left her with unforgettable terror and pain. When I mounted her
, she said she knew something was going to happen in her lower body, but she didn't know exactly where. Therefore, when
I freely ejaculated inside her, she was in excruciating pain from the rupture of her hymen and the bleeding. At
the blissful moment when I was about to reach paradise, she could only grit her teeth and clench her fists.

A pair of ignorant sex-illiterate people thus spent the most precious and unforgettable wedding night of their lives. I found it unforgettable because of
the beauty and pleasure of intercourse; my wife found it unforgettable because of the pain of her wedding night. Therefore, in their subsequent married life
, my wife silently endured and rarely enjoyed the pleasure and orgasm of intercourse. Over time, she developed frigidity,
creating a huge contrast with my strong sexual desire. This led to disharmony, conflict, and resentment between us, ultimately
resulting in the inevitable consequence—divorce.

In the era when I got married, sex was a taboo subject, devoid of human warmth, and the most beautiful aspect of human emotion —the love between
men and women—was deeply taboo. No one, and indeed no book, could tell young
people what they should and shouldn't do. I hope that young people in the new era can avoid the tragedy of sexual ignorance of that time and
live forever in the happiness of love between men and women.

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