My Path to Cuckoldry ~ Part 1

I remember when I was little, I always heard adults gossiping about how some family's daughter was crazy and had slept with so-and-so. Others said that family's wife was promiscuous and had affairs with so-and-so. Hearing this so much, I made a vow from a young age that I would marry a respectable wife and never let anyone talk about my wife behind my back. When I reached marriageable age, I strictly adhered to this standard, resolutely rejecting any woman who didn't seem respectable. My efforts paid off, and I finally found a lovely, tall, dignified, and elegant wife. Her 172cm height was a perfect match for my 180cm, and I was so happy with her, words can't express it. A day apart felt like three autumns, three days couldn't be enough!
But no matter how respectable she was, was she truly clean? I've always been eager to know if my wife is a virgin, but she's really conservative. When we first got engaged, she wouldn't even kiss me. But after a while, she couldn't resist my temptation and finally accepted a kiss. I took advantage of that and after a few kisses, one time when my wife was lost in passion during a passionate kiss, I secretly put my hand inside her shirt, intending to play with her breasts. Just as I was about to succeed, she regained her senses and tightly grabbed my hand that was reaching in. I had no choice but to grab her left and right hands with mine, then pull her hands behind her back. I used one hand to hold both of her hands behind her back, freeing the other to unbutton her clothes, but she immediately broke free and blocked me. I tried several times without success, so I had no choice but to hold her hands down with both hands and use my mouth to nibble open her top buttons, then use my mouth to pull up her bra. Finally, my wife's two tender breasts were exposed before my eyes. To be honest, my wife's breasts weren't large, but they were well-shaped, hemispherical, and the pink nipples were neither too big nor too small. Seeing them made my blood boil. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, then began to lick them vigorously. This time, my wife stopped struggling. The deed was done, so she could only let me caress and lick her. Just as I was about to go a step further and pull down her pants... My wife panicked, gripping my waistband tightly, refusing to budge, her face changing drastically, as if she were about to turn on me, insisting she wouldn't have sex with me before marriage. Seeing her anger, I knew I couldn't force her, so I reluctantly gave in.
After a year of engagement, my wife and I had grown closer. After spending so much time together, I started thinking about having sex with her again. To avoid another sudden change of heart, I prepared thoroughly this time. After another passionate kiss and breast licking, I had her face flushed, and in the throes of passion, I suddenly clutched my genitals in pain, saying, "Wife, I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much here." My wife asked worriedly, "What should we do?" I said, "Just grant my wish, don't make me suffer. We're getting married anyway, I won't abandon you. It's bound to happen eventually, why suffer like this?" My wife said she was afraid of getting pregnant. Seeing an opportunity, I quickly pulled out a condom I had prepared beforehand, saying, "Come on, darling, I won't let you get pregnant before marriage, or embarrass you in your parents' home." My wife fell silent, and I knew she had tacitly agreed. I quickly seized the opportunity to strip her naked. Finally, my wife's beautiful body was revealed before me. I had no time to admire her; I quickly mounted her, parted her legs, and my wife was already overflowing with desire. I gently inserted the head of my penis, and my wife's legs trembled, her brows furrowed. I asked, "Does it hurt?" My wife said, "Mmm." I stopped moving, and after a while, when my wife had adjusted, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating halfway in. My wife cried out, and I stopped again. I held her tightly, comforting her, licking her nipples, and kissing her neck. When she had adjusted again, I withdrew slightly, then thrust in again, this time completely all the way in. That's how I finally took my wife. After we finished, there was a stain of my wife's virginity on the sheets. Looking at that stain, my heart was filled with tenderness. I held my wife tightly, vowing in my heart that I would treat her well for the rest of my life. I remember when I was little, I always heard adults gossiping about how some family's daughter was crazy and had slept with so-and-so. Others said that family's wife was promiscuous and had affairs with so-and-so. Hearing this so much, I made a vow from a young age that I would marry a respectable wife and never let anyone talk about my wife behind my back. When I reached marriageable age, I strictly adhered to this standard, resolutely rejecting any woman who didn't seem respectable. My efforts paid off, and I finally found a lovely, tall, dignified, and elegant wife. Her 172cm height was a perfect match for my 180cm, and I was so happy with her, words can't express it. A day apart felt like three autumns, three days couldn't be enough!
But no matter how respectable she was, was she truly clean? I've always been eager to know if my wife is a virgin, but she's really conservative. When we first got engaged, she wouldn't even kiss me. But after a while, she couldn't resist my temptation and finally accepted a kiss. I took advantage of that and after a few kisses, one time when my wife was lost in passion during a passionate kiss, I secretly put my hand inside her shirt, intending to play with her breasts. Just as I was about to succeed, she regained her senses and tightly grabbed my hand that was reaching in. I had no choice but to grab her left and right hands with mine, then pull her hands behind her back. I used one hand to hold both of her hands behind her back, freeing the other to unbutton her clothes, but she immediately broke free and blocked me. I tried several times without success, so I had no choice but to hold her hands down with both hands and use my mouth to nibble open her top buttons, then use my mouth to pull up her bra. Finally, my wife's two tender breasts were exposed before my eyes. To be honest, my wife's breasts weren't large, but they were well-shaped, hemispherical, and the pink nipples were neither too big nor too small. Seeing them made my blood boil. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, then began to lick them vigorously. This time, my wife stopped struggling. The deed was done, so she could only let me caress and lick her. Just as I was about to go a step further and pull down her pants... My wife panicked, gripping my waistband tightly, refusing to budge, her face changing drastically, as if she were about to turn on me, insisting she wouldn't have sex with me before marriage. Seeing her anger, I knew I couldn't force her, so I reluctantly gave in.
After a year of engagement, my wife and I had grown closer. After spending so much time together, I started thinking about having sex with her again. To avoid another sudden change of heart, I prepared thoroughly this time. After another passionate kiss and breast licking, I had her face flushed, and in the throes of passion, I suddenly clutched my genitals in pain, saying, "Wife, I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much here." My wife asked worriedly, "What should we do?" I said, "Just grant my wish, don't make me suffer. We're getting married anyway, I won't abandon you. It's bound to happen eventually, why suffer like this?" My wife said she was afraid of getting pregnant. Seeing an opportunity, I quickly pulled out a condom I had prepared beforehand, saying, "Come on, darling, I won't let you get pregnant before marriage, or embarrass you in your parents' home." My wife fell silent, and I knew she had tacitly agreed. I quickly seized the opportunity to strip her naked. Finally, my wife's beautiful body was revealed before me. I had no time to admire her; I quickly mounted her, parted her legs, and my wife was already overflowing with desire. I gently inserted the head of my penis, and my wife's legs trembled, her brows furrowed. I asked, "Does it hurt?" My wife said, "Mmm." I stopped moving, and after a while, when my wife had adjusted, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating halfway in. My wife cried out, and I stopped again. I held her tightly, comforting her, licking her nipples, and kissing her neck. When she had adjusted again, I withdrew slightly, then thrust in again, this time completely all the way in. That's how I finally took my wife. After we finished, there was a stain of my wife's virginity on the sheets. Looking at that stain, my heart was filled with tenderness. I held my wife tightly, vowing in my heart that I would treat her well for the rest of my life.

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