My sexual experiences with my husband

Before we got married, my husband and I lived apart. He worked at a well-known IT company in Beijing, and I worked for a Japanese company in Beijing. We were both busy with our own lives every day, and we could only communicate our longing for each other through MSN or phone calls. We could only meet briefly during holidays like May Day, National Day, and Spring Festival. Each time we met was the happiest time of the year for us. During our time together, we would try to stay in my rented apartment. He said I was a very tidy woman, and I made our small one-bedroom apartment, which was less than 40 square meters, very cozy and romantic. There was a photo of us embracing in Nanshan on the bedside table. The pink sheets, duvet cover, orange lamp, and white curtains were all his favorite colors. He said that he felt at home in my apartment, so he usually came from Beijing to Shenzhen to see me. He liked to see me walking around the apartment in my loose-fitting pajamas, busy with chores for him.

Every time he comes, I prepare new clothes for him in advance, including underwear. He's not good at taking care of himself, so for the past three years, I've taken care of every single piece of clothing he wears, from the inside out. I also buy a whole refrigerator full of food, enough for us to eat for several days. He doesn't like going to the supermarket, saying it's too noisy, but he can't bear to let me go grocery shopping alone, so he always comes along. Knowing all this, I always make sure everything is ready before he comes. In the three years we've been apart, he's come eight times. The shortest stay was only one day before his company called him away, and the longest was only three days. Every time, I would go to the station to pick him up, and he would always be the first to see me on the platform as soon as he got off the train.

Today was his eighth visit, and as before, he was the first to see me after he came out, then he walked over and gently put his arm around my waist, just like always. He's an introverted person and doesn't like to show too much affection in front of others. But things changed as soon as I entered the house. Before I could even put down my bag, he picked me up and hugged me tightly, sometimes making it hard for me to breathe. At my urging, he gently put me down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm dirty. I'll take a shower first, then I'll kiss my beautiful girlfriend." He would then go shower, asking me to pass him towels and slippers through the door. While he showered, I would cook the vegetables I had chopped beforehand, so he could eat as soon as he came out. Every time he saw a table full of his favorite dishes, he would say, "I've been craving your cooking for almost a year." Every time he came over, we finished eating around 8 pm. When it was time to sleep, I would habitually take the other set of bedding from the room to the sofa in the living room and make it up. A couple of years ago, he... We came six times in total, and we always slept separately. It wasn't for any other reason than that we were each other's first love, and it's not that we lack modern, open-minded thinking. We promised to give each other this precious moment on our wedding night, but that doesn't mean we didn't have needs for each other. We wanted it, but we desperately restrained ourselves. The thought that he might not be able to sleep tonight, that he might find an excuse to come to my bedroom to kiss and hug me, and then desperately try to control himself—this was truly agonizing for my husband. Seeing him like this, I would always try to persuade him, saying, "Why are we torturing ourselves like this? Let's not make any promises, okay?" But every time, my husband would say, "Coco, this is my promise to you, my love for you." Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, I was lost in thought when he came in, wearing pajamas. We both knew he was wearing them so as not to be naked. Then I went to take a shower. After I finished, I realized that I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes for the first time today. I didn't call him. He was tired after sitting in the car all day. I wrapped myself in a bath towel. Because the bath towel was too small, it could only cover my thighs and most of my breasts. I hesitated whether I should go out like this. Although we had seen parts of each other's bodies, we had touched each other's private parts with our hands in the most intense moments of passion. Every time this happened, he would plunge into cold water to sober himself up and say that we would definitely save it for our wedding night. Thinking this, I gritted my teeth, opened the bathroom door, and saw him online. I quickly walked into the room. Perhaps my actions caught his attention, because he turned around and looked at me. At that moment, the towel I was wearing slipped down because I had rushed over. I tried to grab it, but it was too late. I blushed, whether from panic or embarrassment. His eyes were fixed on my breasts and then traveled down my body. I quickly covered his groin with my hands. In his eyes, I saw the same look he had given me during our passionate intimacy, when he put his hand inside my underwear. After realizing what he meant, I immediately... Zi rushed into the bedroom, and he followed. I tried to push the door open with both hands, trying to keep him out, but he was stronger and easily pushed it open. He immediately embraced my naked body, kissing my forehead passionately, then moving to my eyes, cheeks, and neck. At that moment, my whole body went limp, my blood rushing to my brain. Every place his lips touched felt like a hot little snake running through it. I felt incredibly comfortable and intoxicated. I wanted to stop him, yet I also wanted him to continue. I knew tonight we would break our vow of celibacy; I was both excited and afraid. Then, his lips stopped at my lower abdomen, interrupted by a frantic phone call. He picked up my phone from the table. It was a call from his company. They had called his cell phone because it was in his bag and no one answered, so they called my cell phone, telling him to immediately buy a plane ticket to Nanjing. The client's data had encountered a major problem. He was usually the one to resolve technical issues, and the client trusted him and specifically requested him to go. He stood there dumbfounded, saying, "Okay, okay, I have to go right now. I'm sorry." So we got dressed, took a taxi to the airport with him, and he was gone for half a month. The day after he returned to Beijing, he excitedly called me and said, "Coco, shall we get married?" I couldn't stand this torment anymore, and I didn't want to break our promise. The only way was to get married early. I'll fly over this Friday and we'll get our marriage certificate, okay? We originally planned to buy a house before getting married, but I didn't want to torment him or myself anymore, so I happily agreed.

For the past three days, I've eagerly awaited his arrival and started preparing for the wedding: sending invitations to friends and colleagues, buying a suit, booking the banquet, and taking wedding photos—too late for that, I'll do it later. These three days of shopping and preparation were exhausting, but thankfully friends helped. Finally, the day arrived. At the airport, he was wearing the white tuxedo I'd sent him; he looked incredibly handsome. As soon as we got off the plane, he instinctively put his arm around my waist. Then we took a taxi to get our marriage certificate, and finally went to the hotel for the wedding banquet. It was still early before the banquet started, but most of the guests had already arrived. During the banquet, my friends kept urging him to drink, but he clutched his stomach, saying the doctor had told him to abstain because his stomach problems had flared up a couple of days ago. Since he's usually honest and introverted, I didn't press him. After only three hours, everyone left, telling him to rest, and we returned to my rented apartment in Nanshan. As soon as he entered the room, he hugged me and kissed me passionately, clumsily undressing me as he spoke. He asked if we could shower together, and I shyly nodded. When I got to my underwear, I wouldn't let him take off mine or his own. So we went into the bathroom like that, turned on the water heater, and water sprayed freely from the showerhead, soaking us instantly. This made the atmosphere in the bathroom even more ambiguous. Seeing my husband's erect penis clearly visible in his underwear, I was embarrassed to look at it in the brightly lit bathroom. But my husband grabbed my hand and pulled his underwear down to his thighs. He used his feet to pull the mask off completely, then pulled it down to my face. My eyes were closed, and I could feel my face burning. My husband used his hands to remove my hands from my eyes, then took my hand and guided me to touch his penis. My face burned even hotter. My husband said he loved my shyness. The moment my hand touched his penis, it stood erect as if in defiance, the veins on it throbbing as if about to burst, and his testicles were also swollen and round. Seeing this, I didn't know what to do. My husband scooped me up in his arms and carried me straight to the bedroom, turning off the water in the bathroom, which dripped and pattered. My husband pressed me down onto the bed, his lips tracing a path from my forehead to my breasts. When his lips touched my breasts, I trembled, a tingling, electric-like pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn't help but moan softly. Hearing my voice, my husband seemed stimulated, immediately placing his hand on my genitals. A warm current gushed from my vagina. I couldn't take it anymore. My husband said, "Baby, you're so wet!" and kissed my genitals. I felt myself going limp and about to faint. My husband said, "Baby, you're soaking wet. Are you ready? It's going to come in." So he took his hands off me, lifted me up, and laid me flat on the bed near the window. The moment his hands left, the almost unbearably pleasurable feeling vanished. I cried out weakly, "Honey, come quick!" Hearing my voice, he pressed himself against me, groping for my private parts, using his knee to spread my legs, and said, "Baby, honey, I'm coming in." At first, he couldn't find the right spot, so he simply grabbed his penis and started thrusting it into that door that turns a girl into a woman. The pain was unbearable. He stopped when I cried out, then slowly resumed, stopping again when I cried out. He did this ten or so times, then said, "Baby, just bear with it. My baby is the bravest. It'll be over soon." I took a deep breath. I took a breath and prepared to cooperate with him. He kissed my breasts, then held his penis against my entrance and thrust forward. With a tearing pain, I cried out, "It hurts! I don't want to come anymore!" My husband apologized, saying it was all his fault for being too rough. He stopped and kissed me to comfort me. But as soon as he stopped, the pain subsided. He said he was already inside and took my hand to touch his penis. "Feel it if you don't believe me," he said. I told him to go slower from behind, and he started gently thrusting again. I began to feel good and cried out happily, "Faster, faster!" So he thrust harder and faster, and finally, with another wave of pain, he was completely inside me. The moment he entered, I was suddenly filled with a large amount of filling. Then a jolt, like an electric current, coursed through me. I felt a blissful, floating sensation, writhing uncontrollably. My husband stopped; he felt the pleasure too. He said, "Baby, you're so tight, so sensitive. You came before I even started. Let me take you to heaven, okay?" I nodded happily. Then he thrust harder and faster. Happiness almost overwhelmed me. With each rhythmic movement, waves of pleasure washed over me. In less than five minutes, my husband, trembling, collapsed on top of me, ejaculating inside me with a satisfied roar. He kissed my forehead and asked, "Was that good, Coco?" I nodded. Those five minutes of pleasure felt like an eternity. Then my husband held me and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he woke me with a sweet kiss, "Wife, get up." I was woken by a kiss, but didn't want to open my eyes. So my husband started pounding his penis on my bottom, then his mouth roamed over my body. I rolled over and hooked my arms around his shoulders, pulling me up. On the plain white sheets beneath me were bright red bloodstains, like plum blossoms. As soon as my husband saw the blood, he kissed me passionately and said, "Thank you, Coco, for giving me a complete bride and my first time." I asked if I had been moaning a lot yesterday. My husband then touched my breasts and said, "Your moans last night were incredibly beautiful." My face flushed again. Seeing my reaction, my husband pressed me down and said... The moment your face flushed, I wanted it. He gently kissed my lower abdomen, and I felt myself getting wet. My husband immediately entered me, one hand kneading one of my breasts, the other touching my buttocks, his mouth kissing my other breast. With his movements, my buttocks involuntarily arched upwards in response. My husband, like a mad lion, accelerated, and I cried out in pleasure, "Husband, mmm... ah..." This time, my husband lasted for half an hour, and I had orgasm after orgasm. This time, my husband reached his peak at the same time as my last orgasm. For the

next few days, we stayed in bed every day, sleeping when we were tired, and then coming back to each other. Three months after our marriage, my husband ended our separation. He came to Shenzhen, saying that he couldn't sleep well if he didn't sleep next to me for even one night.

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