My Second-hand Wife with an Automatic Transmission (Part 17)

That night, I barely slept a wink. I took out my prepared wedding speech and read it over and over again. Actually, I knew it by heart, but I was just keeping myself occupied. My wife had been very downcast since meeting Bai during the day, and I hadn't had a chance to ask her what was wrong or comfort her. I was worried about what might happen, even wondering if she might suddenly call off the wedding the next day. But at that moment, I could only trust her. I couldn't sleep until midnight, my mind racing. I couldn't help but text her to ask if she was okay. After waiting for a long time, she didn't reply. My mind was in turmoil, so I got up, went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, hesitated for a long time looking at the row of beers, and finally grabbed an ice-cold Coke and drank it. I thought I needed to calm down. I kept thinking about why my wife wasn't replying to my messages, so I called her, only to find her phone was off. I suddenly remembered that when we parted, Qian had told us to get some rest early that night and not to put our phones in our suits the next day, and to communicate only through the best man and maid of honor. I suddenly realized that everyone was worried about my wedding, and what was I thinking? My wife was probably already asleep at this hour, and I couldn't possibly go on stage with dark circles under my eyes the next day. I chuckled at myself in the mirror, finished my Coke, and went back to my room to lie down on the bed. I still couldn't help but keep thinking about all sorts of things. Maybe it wasn't just random thoughts, but the excitement of marrying such a beautiful and innocent woman who was so skilled in bed the next day. Anyway, it felt like I only slept for a little while until the early hours of the morning. I was
woken up early in the morning by the makeup artist knocking on the door. I quickly got up, washed up, and had the makeup artist do some light makeup on my face. The makeup artist said something about how many people don't sleep well before their wedding, saying I had dark circles and needed to apply more makeup, and even complained that I had drunk too much water last night because my eyelids were swollen. I didn't hear anything else; my mind was completely occupied with how my wife was doing.
When the time came to pick up the bride, I finally arrived at the house where I was to pick up my wife. Going upstairs, the door was difficult to enter; it was noisy inside. They made me sing and promise to treat my wife well. Finally, after stuffing several large red envelopes inside, I was finally able to enter my wife's room and see her in her white wedding dress. Because they had hired almost the best makeup artist in the area, my wife looked exceptionally beautiful and charming, with big eyes, long eyelashes, and lips as red as fire. I especially noticed that her face was flushed, making her look particularly shy—truly a picture of a blushing bride. But upon closer inspection, I could also tell that my wife wasn't in good spirits. I guessed she hadn't slept much last night, just like me. After all, she was about to become a wife, and it was inevitable that she would have some emotional turmoil. Moreover, with her ex-boyfriend attending the wedding, and given the memories of being taken advantage of over the years, my wife probably had many worries.
Then the wedding procession began. My wife sat on the bed, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire. Looking at her in her wedding dress, I desperately wanted to pounce on her and kiss her, then make love. The process went smoothly, except for finding my wife's shoe. Mischievous Qian had tied one shoe to the bottom of her skirt, right on her inner thigh. When my wife saw I couldn't find it, she gave me a look and pointed to her inner thigh. I thought it was hidden in her dress, but when I tried to look, she quickly waved her hand and pointed to Qian. I realized it was in Qian's skirt. I guessed the bridesmaids were doing it on purpose, hoping that when I went to check Qian's skirt, they would gang up on me and accuse me of being a lecher and promising to be faithful to my wife. So I quietly told the two groomsmen, who then pinned Qian down on the bed, lifted her skirt, and found the shoe. Anyway, the bridesmaids and groomsmen at our wedding were quite rowdy, so nobody really cared.
I helped my wife put on her shoes, then picked her up and carried her downstairs to the wedding car. I noticed her face was even redder in my arms, which surprised me. It wasn't the first time I'd held her; we'd done it so many times. Why was she so shy? I smiled and kissed her cheek, then noticed she was sweating on her neck and face. My wife isn't usually a sweaty woman; she only sweats a lot in bed, during orgasms, or when she's on top and needs to push herself to the limit. I actually quite like seeing her sweating as she works out to please me. Her wedding dress was really thick, probably not very breathable, making her seem particularly stiff. She wasn't doing much exercise in my arms, yet she was already sweating. I whispered in her ear, "I love you. You look so beautiful today. I'm going to make love to you tonight." Hearing this, her face turned even redder, but she didn't say anything, seeming a little hesitant. Finally, she closed her eyes and turned her head away. A wave of unease washed over me, and my mind started racing again. Had my wife started daydreaming again? After all these years together, she must have fantasized about marriage. Would something go wrong today? Would I fail to marry her? Would she run away? Just as I was lost in these thoughts, my wife turned and quickly kissed me, saying firmly, "Yes, you're going to ejaculate inside me today." My chaotic thoughts vanished instantly. We
quickly arrived at the wedding car. I put my wife down and opened the door for her, but she stopped, standing there without getting in, looking somewhat panicked. I quickly asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer. Instead, she winked at Qian, who immediately came to her side. My wife whispered something to Qian, and then Qian started adjusting my wife's clothes before she finally got into the car. Qian turned around and noticed my puzzled look. She gave me a push and said, "You even pulled off the lining of your wedding dress! Aren't you careful? What are you standing there for? Get in the car and let's go!" I suddenly realized
what she meant. Our wedding car set off for the restaurant amidst the sound of firecrackers. Along the way, my best man, my attendant, and I walked along, but she kept nagging and fussing. She kept saying, "I don't want to marry you anymore." I wasn't angry. I said to my good buddy, "Qian's such a nuisance, you guys have to treat her well." Amidst this lighthearted banter, we arrived at the restaurant. After setting off firecrackers and getting out of the car, Qian took my wife and me to touch up our makeup. The makeup artist did my wife's makeup first, then came out to do mine. After that, my best man and I went outside to prepare. My wife waited inside.
As the wedding music and light show ended, my wife and I appeared one after the other. Bathed in the light and music, I felt incredibly moved, almost to the point of tears. My wife's face was especially touched... Happiness flushed her apple-like face as we exchanged vows, my wife shyly not even lifting her head. Then, as the emcee rambled on, my mind was completely on my wife. Wearing her wedding dress, her ladylike elegance and noble purity were simply captivating. I think it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that today was the most beautiful day of her life. Then
the emcee announced that the groom could kiss the bride. At that moment, for some reason, I suddenly thought of Bai. The image of my wife, completely naked, her tongue thrusting in and out of Bai's anus a thousand times flashed before my eyes. It was all happening right before my eyes. Perhaps the impact of my wife telling me all this was too great, because even in this atmosphere, these things kept coming back to me. But I realized I couldn't let this affect the wedding, so I quickly convinced myself to forget about it. Because I had mentally prepared myself, I managed to control myself and we started a deep French kiss. But I really couldn't stop myself from thinking about these things. I even thought that Bai was still watching us kiss from below the stage; he must be so proud of himself. The bride on the stage had been toyed with by him for years, and the groom's tongue on the stage... Countless times I gently licked and sucked at her most filthy place.
But soon, my wife made me completely forget all that, because, during our kisses, I heard her begin to moan like she does during sex, even seeming to be heading towards orgasm. Indeed, a wedding dress and a wedding are a woman's best passion. I felt my wife's body go weak and she could barely stand, so I quickly supported her as her eyes began to glaze over. I whispered in her ear, "Don't rush, you little slut, tonight," already realizing what a wonderful night this was going to be.
The wedding ended quickly. My wife and Qian went inside to change. When they came out, my wife was wearing a red evening gown. The gown was short but form-fitting, showing off her figure perfectly. She wore rhinestone-studded high heels over her long legs, making her sparkle. Although my wife is quite provocative in bed, she's very ladylike in public. So, she probably wasn't used to wearing something so sexy in front of so many people, and since she rarely wears high heels, I saw her blushing. With Qian's help, she walked slowly and carefully, constantly tugging at her skirt. I chuckled inwardly. Actually, although her skirt was short, it was still considerably longer than a short skirt or hot pants, and being form-fitting, it wasn't easy for anything to be exposed. I quickly took my wife from Qian's arms and, supporting her, said, "You look so beautiful today, you outshine all the other women here. Everyone's probably staring at you, maybe even drooling." My wife seemed even more embarrassed by my words. Looking at her, I was absolutely smitten.
I knew she was physically and mentally excited today, so I mischievously continued to touch her while supporting her. She seemed to be in a constant state of excitement; I could feel her legs were weak. Her face flushed in waves, and her breathing was uneven, as if she was about to climax. This woman was so captivating. We went from table to table toasting. I drank the low-alcohol drink poured by the best man, while my wife drank the water poured by Qian. When we reached the table of my wife's classmates, I observed her closely. Her eyes were glazed, and she kept avoiding Bai's gaze. Bai, on the other hand, acted normally, without a trace of illicit behavior or glances. Qian, on the other hand, kept making jokes about them unintentionally, buzzing around like a little bee. I knew they were close, so I magnanimously thought it didn't matter. Besides, Qian had been a real help today, especially since she brought a DSLR camera. When she wasn't helping, she was taking pictures around with it, though her technique wasn't great and she kept shooting at odd times. I figured we had a professional wedding photographer, so her pictures were just for fun. Of course, the most important thing was that my wife seemed fine, so I was relieved.
By the time we finished toasting, I was already a little dizzy. Even though it was low-alcohol liquor, I was still feeling a bit overwhelmed. After the toasts, my wife changed into a tight-fitting, long white dress. Although her face was still quite red and she wasn't completely out of excitement, she was walking much more normally. My wife and I sat down at a table near our classmates. The lively banquet began, and during it, classmates from both sides kept throwing challenges at us. I accepted all the difficult ones, while Qian shielded my wife from most of the challenges. I thought Qian was really considerate. I felt I made the right choice as her bridesmaid, unlike my best man, who was just adding fuel to the fire.
We spent the afternoon at the restaurant making a ruckus, and even after the guests had left, close friends still hadn't had enough, so they did it in a very artistic way. The real highlight was the wedding night pranks in the bridal chamber, where only a very close group of friends came. At this point, some of our classmates took their leave, including Bai. When Bai left, I felt a real sense of relief. If he had come along, I would have been embarrassed, and my wife and I probably wouldn't have known how to face him if he joined in the pranks. So, Bai was quite dignified and took his leave voluntarily.
When we arrived at the bridal chamber, the house erupted in chaos. I remember drinking a lot, and my clothes were a mess from all the games. My wife, on the other hand, looked perfectly presentable, still well-protected by Qian. Qian took many photos. Later, the teasing of the bride and groom gradually spread to the best man and maid of honor, especially the maids of honor. They were incredibly shameless, their actions quite violent. They even knocked down the wedding photo hanging above my bed, but thankfully no one was hurt. I noticed they were missing a nail, so it wasn't securely hung. I quickly re-hung it, and it was much more stable now. The fun continued until after 8 pm before the classmates finally left one by one.
When only the bridesmaids and groomsmen were left, we were all exhausted. The two groomsmen and one bridesmaid cleaned up the mess, took a big bag, and dragged it away. Qian said that according to custom, the last step in the wedding night pranks was for the bridesmaid to undress the bride completely to reduce obstacles for the couple on their first night together. I thought to myself, what obstacles are there now? We've done everything we could before the wedding. But I let her have her way; being naked is fine too. So she and my wife crawled into bed, and under the covers, she stripped my wife completely naked. My wife's white veil was probably too tight, and it took them a while to get it off. When the clothes were off, my wife clearly felt a sense of relief and felt much more comfortable. Qian wrapped all the clothes in a ball under the covers, got off the wedding bed, and jokingly said to me, "The bride has prepared everything for you. Use it well." Then Qian closed the door and left.
By this time, I was quite drunk, but the desire I'd been building up all day made me want to devour my wife immediately. I sensed that she was also dazed and impatient, but when I tried to get into bed, she insisted that I undress completely before getting on. Usually, she would undress me herself, teasing me as she did so, but today she said my clothes reeked of alcohol and I had to be naked. I thought about it and agreed; I didn't want to soil our wedding bed. So I stripped completely naked. Then, I got into bed and started moving between my wife's legs, wanting to begin our foreplay. I knew I wasn't physically capable, and foreplay was essential for her to reach orgasm. So we did quite a bit of foreplay, although sometimes I was impatient, but it couldn't be short. But today, my wife pushed me away, saying she hadn't showered all day and smelled, so I couldn't lick her. I thought to myself, I've never been afraid of smelling before. I suggested we take a shower first, but my wife said she couldn't wait and urged me to hurry up. I knew she was sexually aroused all day, and so was I. Looking at her flushed face, I just wanted to devour her quickly. So I mounted her. She was soaking wet, so slippery that I didn't even need to aim; a casual thrust and my penis slid right into her body. As soon as I entered her, she clung to me tightly, refusing to let go. I think she was just too excited. I could only start thrusting rapidly inside her. I felt she was incredibly aroused today, incredibly horny, moaning loudly and repeatedly asking me to ejaculate inside her. I knew the happiness of our newlywed life was giving her immense stimulation. She held me tightly, her body writhing. I noticed she had her legs spread wide, almost in a split. Although this made me feel her vagina was a little loose, I guess this position represented her complete acceptance of me, allowing me to enter and exit without any resistance. As I thrust in and out, my wife's vagina released a lot of fluid. She kept crying out, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me hard... ah... today, I want you to ejaculate inside me... all inside me!" Actually, my wife and I mostly ejaculate externally, unless she's telling me explicit stories that get us both so excited we don't want to pull out. But on our wedding night, my wife didn't want me to pull out, and neither did I. So, stimulated by my wife, I ejaculated. I felt like I ejaculated a lot, because my wife's vagina couldn't hold it all; it all sprayed out from around, soaking the sheets. It took a lot of tissues to clean it.
With the intense thrusting and ejaculation, the fatigue and drunkenness of the day overwhelmed me. I felt like I was going to collapse. My wife got up and went to the kitchen. After a while, she brought me a glass of light red water. She said she added some vinegar to help with the hangover. I thought vinegar couldn't possibly help with a hangover, but because of her good intentions, I had to endure the sour taste and drink it. Soon after, I fell asleep. I was exhausted after the day. I slept soundly until the evening of the next day, only to find the bed and floor still a mess, the sheets torn to shreds. It seemed our wedding night had been quite intense. I vomited again after waking up, my stomach churning. I drank some porridge my wife had cooked and then slept a little longer.
Although I felt terrible, and although my wedding night had ended like this because of being drunk, I thought to myself, who cares? I married a beautiful, gentle, considerate, and incredibly sexy wife—a natural in bed! Our sex life will be blissful for a long time. I believe we will love each other for a lifetime. A well-trained woman—I married her, even if she's secondhand. But who says secondhand goods are bad? She has a long shelf life; a well-trained slut like her can be enjoyed for a long time, right?
This wedding, and this woman, have made me so grateful to Bai from the bottom of my heart!

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