My story begins on my wedding night.

The lights in the rented hotel room were almost blinding. I sat silently on the edge of the bed, dressed in a bright red cheongsam. My newlywed husband lay dead on the bed, completely drunk. He was thrilled by the compliments he received at the wedding, leading him to clink glasses uncontrollably with the guests who showered him with praise. Perhaps his excitement made him forget the consequences, which now filled me with immense disappointment: Alas! It seemed our wedding night was ruined.

I sighed softly, reaching out to gently stroke his burning face, my heart beginning to flutter. I had expected him to shower me with tenderness and the joy of being a wife, but now I was left alone in this empty room. My anticipation and longing were slowly turning into frustration and helplessness. I slowly leaned down, cupping his face in my hands, gazing intently.

To be honest, my husband was only average-looking, but his features, when combined, gave him a certain masculine charm. I lowered my head and brought my lips close to his. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit my nostrils, so I had to give up the desire to kiss him. I only kissed his tightly closed eyes briefly. I stood up and struggled to help him sit up. "What are you doing?" he murmured incoherently. "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.

I let out a long sigh, feeling a little tired, but a sense of unease began to rise within me. I took off my bright red high heels and paced back and forth in the room. I stood by the bed, looking at my sleeping husband, and slowly unbuttoned my cheongsam, the restlessness in my heart growing stronger.

I'm not a virgin now, being newly married. I've had several men in my life, and I'm still in relationships with two of them to this day (why I did that, I'll describe in later stories if possible). But I still eagerly anticipate the new life my husband will give me. "Looks like tonight will have to be alright," 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 covering my full vulva, leaving my snow-white buttocks almost entirely exposed. But now the lingerie felt a little 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 went to the bathroom to shower and relax, my shapely upper body bare. The wedding had really exhausted me. I stopped in front of the dressing table, straightened my back, and looked in the mirror. My breasts were slightly sagging.

I cupped them 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. I muttered to myself, "They're quite pretty." My hands began to unconsciously knead my breasts, while I pinched my nipples with my index fingers and thumbs.

My body trembled, and I let out a groan.

A tingling, itchy, and swollen sensation spread through my nipples. I kneaded them a few more times, and the sensation quickly spread, making my entire breasts 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 to fill the bathtub, and then 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, took a small step back, put my hands on my hips, and stared at my reflection. My legs were together, and the triangle area between my thighs was bulging, looking plump and full. The only thing that bothered me a little was that my pubic hair was so sparse, just 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, twisting from side to side a few times, examining myself 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 warm up, and I felt an indescribable comfort emanating from within. I slightly parted my legs, allowing the hot water to completely contact my genitals. A sudden itch spread through my mons pubis and labia. The restlessness that hadn't subsided intensified. The swelling in my breasts and the itching in my nipples returned. One hand reached to my mons pubis, my fingertips stroking 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 my slightly parted lips. My body began to tremble slightly, the hand scratching my mons pubis increased its pressure, my legs bent and opened completely with the movement of my hands, my hand now covering my entire vulva, my palm rubbing my labia. The hand kneading my breasts grew increasingly forceful. Ah. Ah. Ah.

With each movement and continuous groans, I felt my body burning hot, my nipples fully erect, even my areolas hardening.

I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and the itching in my body made me writhe unconsciously. My thoughts were completely out of control; my head was spinning, my body tense, and my legs kept clenching and unclenching. What I couldn't bear most was the burning sensation in my vulva, and the intense itching that caused it to overwhelm my entire body. Excited blood rushed to my head; my face was burning hot and flushed red. The itching in my vulva grew stronger, gradually spreading deeper into my body along my vagina. The fluid from the itching slowly flowed down the vaginal walls, creating a strong sense of emptiness in my vagina and lower body. I felt like I was 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 I arched my back to lift myself above the water. One hand gripped my breast tightly, and the hand that had been rubbing my vulva had changed to my fingers rubbing my labia. I pressed my middle finger between my labia, the pad of my finger touching my clitoris.

Ah. My groans suddenly rose, my body shuddered noticeably, and a wave of tingling numbness washed over me. I tumbled heavily back into the bathtub. The slight pain in the back of my head temporarily extinguished my burning desire. I struggled to my feet, rubbing the back of my head with one hand while turning on the tap and turning off the water. Hot water poured from the showerhead, washing over my body. 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. My breathing quickened 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 itching intensely, as if a tiny insect was crawling and biting inside my lower abdomen. Ah! My groans were tinged with a sob; I felt that if I didn't act, I would break down. I let the hot water wash over my body, vigorously rubbing my labia with my fingers, my middle finger pinching between them. Each time my fingertip rubbed my clitoris, my moans rose and fell. My hands weren't idle either, kneading my breasts with great force, their elasticity changing shape in my hands. I felt that only such vigorous kneading could bring me any pleasure. 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…

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 thrust 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, encouraging me to thrust harder and faster. My finger was fully inside, occasionally rotating to match the thrusting motion. My fingertip sometimes touched 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 outstretched thumb would press against my clitoris, causing a slight tremor in my body. With each rapid thrust, my body tensed more and more, and a large amount of slightly hot fluid was drawn out by my finger. I completely ignored the slight pain in my vulva, my fingertip digging, rotating, pressing, and thrusting inside my vagina. Hot water poured onto my swollen, red nipples; the slight pain actually gave me a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Suddenly, a tingling, numbing feeling spread through my lower abdomen, my vulva swelled, and my vagina began to contract tightly.

"Ah!" I cried out, my entire body tensing up, my mind blank. My fingers were being sucked into my vagina, and a large amount of fluid was trapped inside, making my abdomen feel warm and swollen—it felt wonderfully good. The itching slowly subsided, my head felt dizzy, and my tense body gradually relaxed, feeling as light as if I were walking on cotton. My vaginal muscles slowly relaxed along with my body, and I pulled my fingers out. The fluid that came out made my lower body feel relieved. I let out a long sigh of relief; my rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down, and my rapid breathing returned to normal, but the passion I had just experienced still made my face feel hot, and my joints ached a little. Feeling slightly chilled 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 of the moment kept me awake. I dimmed the lights, went to the window, and nestled into the soft sofa, hugging myself. I wanted to calm down before sleeping.

The dim room smelled faintly of alcohol, and the air conditioning felt comforting. My husband's soft breathing filled the quiet room, and a sudden, inexplicable panic gripped me: What if he found out I wasn't a virgin? How could I face him? Although my husband knew I had boyfriends before, since we started dating, he had always thought of me as a quiet, introverted girl who was self-reliant, stable, and discreet. So far, he still considered me a pure and innocent person.

My husband is a decent, rather traditional man. I ultimately chose him because I felt he could provide me with a stable life. Before marriage, we only hugged and kissed; nothing more.

A serious practical problem has arisen, and I truly don't know what to do. My thoughts have become a chaotic mess. I'm even imagining what he would do if he saw what happened in the bathroom. I can't even imagine the consequences of the truth being exposed. Helplessness makes me feel a little desperate. Who can help me?! Suddenly, a person flashes through my mind. My heart skips a beat. I shake my head violently, trying to shake him out of my head, but he appears even more clearly. No, I can't, absolutely not.

I lower my head, cover my face with my hands, and desperately try to convince myself to banish this person from my mind. How could I 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. The scene of our intimacy appears in my memory, but the problem I'm facing only makes this memory fragmented and somewhat blurry. My heart is struggling with anxiety and contradiction.

I sat there, head tilted back, frozen in place, eyes closed, brows furrowed, letting out soft, tearful gasps. Scenes of our intimacy flashed through my mind again and again: one moment I was naked, nestled in his arms, whispering sweet nothings; the next, I was clinging to him, welcoming his thrusts. These memories brought no physical reaction, only a turbulent, overwhelming sorrow.

Suddenly, I felt this was perhaps my only hope, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. I stood up, silently watching my sleeping husband. At this moment, he would never imagine that his supposedly innocent new wife was about to make a phone call, trying to find a way 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 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 through the receiver. Hello? A familiar, deep middle-aged man's voice came through the receiver. It's me. I answered softly, lowering my voice. Oh! What's wrong? Why weren't you with your husband on your wedding night? You thought of calling me, did you miss me? He said, half-jokingly, half-seriously. No, it's not like that.

He's drunk and hasn't sobered up yet; I can't sleep and I'm thinking about something. My tone carried a hint of coquettishness. I don't know why, but I always end up being a little coquettish with him, no matter what. Maybe it's just a habit, and it naturally came out in today's situation. "What are you thinking about? Why are you so excited?" He asked, wanting to discuss something with me. "

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, that you feel unwell?" He asked, a little teasingly. "No, don't guess anymore, he's drunk, we haven't even..." I was thinking, what if he finds out I'm not a virgin? I stopped hesitating and told him my thoughts. "Oh! It's just a small thing, no need to be so nervous, right?"

He spoke casually, but my heart ached, and tears welled in my eyes. I begged him to tell me what to do, and 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 the phone, 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 me 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 up the towel 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 around my chest, almost completely exposed my 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 the towel away from my hands, and it slipped behind me, revealing my white body to him. He slowly knelt down, cupping my flushed face in his hands. My slightly open mouth was panting heavily. I closed my eyes, and my husband's warm breath covered my lips. I opened my mouth, welcoming his wet, hot tongue as it darted into my mouth like a snake. Our lips intertwined.

I reached out and hugged his back, half-dragging him 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. My body began to heat up, and I twisted my upper body, letting my nipples rub against my husband's chest. My hands cupped his head, and I could clearly feel his erection against my mons pubis. My husband half-draggled, half-carried me to the bedside. He released me, and I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly turning over and lying down. Lying flat

, I turned my head to see my husband had taken off his underwear, revealing a thick, dark penis, erect and shiny, the glans strutting proudly at me. I bit my lower lip and slightly closed my eyes. My husband took my hand and placed it on his penis. I gently grasped it. My penis was so hot and hard in my hand, throbbing slightly. I turned my head away shyly, my hand moving gently up and down. Touching his penis made my body burn, and the little bugs inside me started acting up again, making me unbearably itchy.

A little sticky fluid came out of the glans, sticking to my fingers that occasionally slipped, and then being carried back to the penis, feeling a little slippery. My husband knelt down beside me, my hands still clenched tightly, and his hands pressed against my breasts. My husband's hands were so hot, his palms were wet, and my body trembled, unconsciously tightening my grip on his penis. My

husband's hands roughly kneaded my breasts, which was exactly what I had hoped for. My nipples quickly hardened and swelled, my breasts constantly changing shape in his hands. I closed my eyes tightly, my mouth slightly open, my breathing becoming rapid, and my body twisting slightly, my legs repeatedly bending, closing, lowering, and separating, my vulva also becoming hot. I felt my labia swelling, my vaginal opening throbbing slightly, and fluid slowly seeping out. But my hand never let go of my husband's penis, naturally beginning to stroke it gently. My

husband was impatient; he pulled one hand out and directly inserted it between my legs, rubbing and kneading my slippery vulva without any skill. More fluid flowed from my vagina; his hand made my entire vulva slippery, even my buttocks were covered in my own fluid. My husband stirred my body haphazardly; my desire was completely released. I tried to lift my head and kiss his face. After a while, he withdrew his hand from my vulva, rolled over, and pinned me down. His penis broke free from my hand, 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 relieve the itching in my body.

I spread my legs, his hot, thick penis thrashing against my labia, the occasional glans touching my clitoris sending shivers down my spine. The glans parted my labia, sliding up and down in the already slippery, muddy crevice, but it couldn't find the entrance.

I was incredibly anxious; I longed for his penis to enter my empty, itchy body immediately, to extinguish the burning desire within me with a powerful thrust. But now it was right at the door, yet I couldn't find the entrance, I couldn't get in. Mmm. Mmm. I let out unbearable moans. I desperately wanted to grasp it in my hands and guide it into my thirsty body, but my remaining reason told me I couldn't show my skill in this, lest he become suspicious later. Even though I craved it now, I had to feign modesty, trying my best to appear as a virgin experiencing sex for the first time. I held my husband tightly, using the twisting and rubbing of my body 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 lifted my buttocks, raising the opening of my vagina. The head of my penis touched the already aroused, opening and closing vagina. Because my vagina was already very lubricated, the head of my penis easily opened the opening. With my husband's thrusting, his hard, hot penis was fully inserted into my body.

"Ah!" I cried out, feeling an unusual fullness in my lower body. The hard, hot penis filled my vagina completely. I felt my vagina naturally contract, enveloping the penis, which further increased the feeling of fullness below my abdomen. My husband let out a long breath and immediately began to thrust rapidly. He pressed me tightly, his buttocks rising and falling powerfully. With each powerful thrust of his penis, I felt myself slowly floating up. It felt like there was a fire burning below, but this fire made my whole body numb. Each time the head of my penis withdrew, the 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, then blocked by his penetration, causing a slight swelling. My body floated rapidly with each contraction and relaxation 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 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. It pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I felt very heavy, and the sudden relaxation made my body feel a little sore.

I gently pushed my husband away, and he rolled off me, panting heavily. I took a deep breath. His not-yet-fully-softened penis withdrew from my slightly swollen vulva. My legs were still spread apart, and my wet, exposed vulva felt a little cool. My vagina, stretched open by his penis, was slowly closing. Sticky, milky-white semen mixed with my bodily fluids flowed out of my 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, and the fluid, now unobstructed, dripped slowly down my inner thighs under the pressure of my lower abdomen. I staggered naked into the bathroom, my long, white body bare. I sat on the toilet, the sticky discharge mixed with urine dripping down. The bloating in my lower abdomen gradually subsided, and I let out a long sigh to ease the feeling of disappointment.

I stood up, quickly washed my vulva, grabbed a towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and left the bathroom. My husband lay sprawled on the floor, looking at me with a weary expression. I knew that last night's drinking and the intense activity just now had almost completely exhausted him. 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's legs were spread wide. 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, snuggling closer to him and nestling myself completely in his embrace. I 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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