Is it all just a dream? May it last a lifetime – My First Memory 2

As we entered, a slight tension was palpable, and time seemed to slow down to avoid awkwardness. The three of us went to the living room to watch TV and chat idly until he finally got to the point: "Why don't you two take a shower first?" I led my wife into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, and began to undress her piece by piece. My wife, bewildered, quietly accepted my every move—shoes, long skirt, bra, underwear—one by one, she was removed. My wife faced me, her back to the door, her blushing cheeks radiant with shyness. Outside the door, a pair of burning eyes stared intently, taking in everything. And so, my wife stood naked between us. Experiencing this for the first time, my heart pounded wildly with excitement. I reached out and handed him the still-warm underwear I had just taken off. He took it and inhaled it deeply. I hugged my wife, looking at him. He understood and moved closer to her body. I could clearly feel her body trembling. He lowered his head and kissed her neck and back ... Oh my god, those were her most sensitive areas. My wife hugged me even tighter, and a moan escaped from her throat, piercing my ears like an electric current and reaching my brain. Stimulated by the rising moans, my lower body gathered strength, wanting to break through, and was breaking through. It was a kind of physical restraint, a mental imprisonment. My erect penis pressed against my wife's private parts, and I immediately felt the wetness. My wife's desire was aroused.
He prepared to continue kissing downwards, but my wife gestured for us to shower first. After a quick wash, we went back to the bed. He went in to shower, while my wife, being rather shy, only turned on a dim light, her curves vaguely visible. He joined in during our caresses and kisses, everything unfolding so naturally—kissing, sucking, stroking, oral sex, and the sounds of thrusting filling the room. A lewd atmosphere permeated the room, the only thing around us was lust. We each made love three times; my wife's responses were limited to movements and moans. Six or seven condoms were scattered inside and outside the trash can. We slept in the same bed, my wife sleeping soundly in the middle. When I woke up the next day, it was already eight o'clock. A ray of sunlight pierced through the thick curtains (this is what summer in Wuhan feels like—waking up at noon ). As the morning light shone, I caressed my wife's smooth, full body, and the fire within me slowly rekindled. My wife, awakened by our disturbance, looked at me, then at him, a shy blush rising on her face—she must have been recalling last night. A happy, contented smile then appeared on her face. I was captivated by that smile, feeling that all the previous arguments and fights had been worthwhile. I held her tightly, gave her a light kiss, and the pent-up energy within me burst forth. Another passionate encounter ensued. It was almost ten o'clock, and all three of us were starving. After washing up, we left the hotel for breakfast, a harbinger of our impending separation. During breakfast, we exchanged meaningful words that elicited knowing smiles. We said goodbye, shaking hands, while they embraced. To outsiders, I was definitely nobody , while he was undoubtedly somebody .
Back home, it felt like a dream, everything was hazy yet exhilarating. Although my wife wasn't completely relaxed, this experience was worth remembering. It was a milestone, the end of an event, but also the beginning of our journey. I hope to experience all aspects of life with her, and I wish all like-minded people to persevere with faith and be self-disciplined with sincerity, and eventually meet the person they are waiting for. As we entered, a slight tension was palpable, and time seemed to slow down to avoid awkwardness. The three of us went to the living room to watch TV and chat idly until he finally got to the point: "Why don't you two take a shower first?" I led my wife into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, and began to undress her piece by piece. My wife, bewildered, quietly accepted my every move—shoes, long skirt, bra, underwear—one by one, she was removed. My wife faced me, her back to the door, her blushing cheeks radiant with shyness. Outside the door, a pair of burning eyes stared intently, taking in everything. And so, my wife stood naked between us. Experiencing this for the first time, my heart pounded wildly with excitement. I reached out and handed him the still-warm underwear I had just taken off. He took it and inhaled it deeply. I hugged my wife, looking at him. He understood and moved closer to her body. I could clearly feel her body trembling. He lowered his head and kissed her neck and back ... Oh my god, those were her most sensitive areas. My wife hugged me even tighter, and a moan escaped from her throat, piercing my ears like an electric current and reaching my brain. Stimulated by the rising moans, my lower body gathered strength, wanting to break through, and was breaking through. It was a kind of physical restraint, a mental imprisonment. My erect penis pressed against my wife's private parts, and I immediately felt the wetness. My wife's desire was aroused.
He prepared to continue kissing downwards, but my wife gestured for us to shower first. After a quick wash, we went back to the bed. He went in to shower, while my wife, being rather shy, only turned on a dim light, her curves vaguely visible. He joined in during our caresses and kisses, everything unfolding so naturally—kissing, sucking, stroking, oral sex, and the sounds of thrusting filling the room. A lewd atmosphere permeated the room, the only thing around us was lust. We each made love three times; my wife's responses were limited to movements and moans. Six or seven condoms were scattered inside and outside the trash can. We slept in the same bed, my wife sleeping soundly in the middle. When I woke up the next day, it was already eight o'clock. A ray of sunlight pierced through the thick curtains (this is what summer in Wuhan feels like—waking up at noon ). As the morning light shone, I caressed my wife's smooth, full body, and the fire within me slowly rekindled. My wife, awakened by our disturbance, looked at me, then at him, a shy blush rising on her face—she must have been recalling last night. A happy, contented smile then appeared on her face. I was captivated by that smile, feeling that all the previous arguments and fights had been worthwhile. I held her tightly, gave her a light kiss, and the pent-up energy within me burst forth. Another passionate encounter ensued. It was almost ten o'clock, and all three of us were starving. After washing up, we left the hotel for breakfast, a harbinger of our impending separation. During breakfast, we exchanged meaningful words that elicited knowing smiles. We said goodbye, shaking hands, while they embraced. To outsiders, I was definitely nobody , while he was undoubtedly somebody .
Back home, it felt like a dream, everything was hazy yet exhilarating. Although my wife wasn't completely relaxed, this experience was worth remembering. It was a milestone, the end of an event, but also the beginning of our journey. I hope to experience all aspects of life with her, and I wish all like-minded people to persevere with faith and be self-disciplined with sincerity, and eventually meet the person they are waiting for.

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