The Young Wives in My Life: Military Wives (Part Two)

I was so tired last night that I quickly wrote the ending and went to sleep. I'll continue writing today.
That night we did it six times in total, almost eight times in one night. It was my first time, so I was very grateful for her patient guidance. But sometimes, you can learn things in bed on your own. The second time I penetrated, she held my waist to control my rhythm. Each time my penis went all the way in, her expression intensified. I asked, "Are you in pain?" She said, "Slow down, it hurts, it's too deep." So she was afraid of pain too. I listened to her, not going all the way in, still using the traditional missionary position. While I moved my hips in a piston-like motion, I kneaded her breasts and occasionally kissed her passionately. While kissing me, she murmured, "Baby, you're so good. Faster, faster!" Under her lewd stimulation, I couldn't help but thrust wildly, not caring if I was fully inside. As my thrusting speed increased, she began to wiggle her hips to meet my attack. I felt a tingling sensation in my abdomen, then this sensation traveled through my penis, a stinging sensation in my urethra, and a gush of heat spurted out. I ejaculated all of it into her vagina again.
After I finished, I tried to roll over, but she blocked me. I asked if she was tired of me pressing down on her, and she said no, women are born to be pressed down by men. I lay on top of her for a while, then rolled off and wiped away the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. The sheets were wet again, and there were no replacements available, so I let her sleep on the clean side. I laid a layer of paper on the wet spot and lay down next to her.
She nestled in my arms, resting her head on my arm, and said she was so tired, and she hadn't expected me to come so quickly the second time. I asked her if she felt good, but she didn't answer directly, just kept nodding. We talked a lot, mostly her talking, and I was a good listener. She's a military wife, her husband is cheating on her, and she doesn't work. Because they already have a child, her husband can provide her with some financial security. Under these circumstances, she decided to have an affair. I won't go into the rest of the conversation, as it involves personal privacy.
That night, we alternated between making love and chatting until we finally drifted off to sleep around 4 a.m. Worried about running into acquaintances, we checked out as soon as it was light. She left first, and I followed. I
slept soundly afterward, waking up close to evening. Despite the intense activity, I didn't feel tired at all. I opened QQ; she was already online and had sent me many messages. She asked what I was doing, how I was feeling, and if I was tired. Being a mother, she was quite caring. I replied that I was fine and nothing was wrong. I then asked her how she felt about my performance last night. She said I was a naughty little brat, starting right away as soon as I walked in. She said she hadn't expected me to be so bold and proactive. She also said her legs were very tired and aching, and her vagina felt very swollen. She was surprised that a virgin could be so skilled; her penis was indeed very large, even larger than her husband's.
Since it was supposed to be a one-night stand, I asked her if we could do it again. She said no, which disappointed me, but I didn't press her. She only agreed to continue being online friends, just chatting. A week quickly passed, and on Friday night, during our chat, she suddenly said she really wanted to see me. I said we weren't seeing each other again, but she said it was the last time, and she really missed me. I didn't expect her to take the initiative. I naturally agreed, but then she asked me to go directly to her house, since her husband hadn't been there for a long time, and her child was with her in-laws. I asked why, and she said she was scared and didn't feel safe. Honestly, I was scared too, but going to her house made me even more scared—what if her husband came home in the middle of the night? I was doomed. So I absolutely refused, and we ended up going to the place we met last time.
Because I felt guilty, I changed to a guesthouse. As usual, I paid. Back then, I was still quite naive, thinking that as a man, how could I let a woman pay? Of course, I didn't have my ID card; I deliberately didn't bring it this time, also afraid of revealing my privacy. I guess she felt the same way. Having learned from the first experience, this time it went much more smoothly. I wanted to try a different position, penetrating her from behind, but she disagreed, preferring the traditional way. However, she suggested I stand on the ground while she lay down, and I would penetrate her. I tried it too, and it was pretty good. We probably did it six or seven times that night. The floor was covered in wads of toilet paper. She said she was worried about what the cleaning lady would think the next day, and I told her to think what she wanted, since we didn't even know each other. And so, my second encounter with the military wife happened again.
Back at school, I suddenly felt a strange sense of panic and fear. Perhaps it was because I was frightened by my own bold behavior. I secretly thought to myself, I won't go again, there won't be a next time, just a normal chat will do. Of course, things didn't end there; the plot was just that melodramatic. On Friday, she wanted to meet again. I said I absolutely refused to see her this time, but she said no, she was begging me. I said I didn't have money for a hotel room, but she said she would. In the end, I couldn't resist her, and reason couldn't overcome impulse, so I agreed again.
It was Saturday night again, and as usual, I didn't bring my ID. As usual, it was a small guesthouse. As usual, another night of madness and passion, mixed with the smell of semen and vaginal fluid. During our chat, she said she thought she might have fallen for me. My heart skipped a beat. How could this happen? There's no future for us. But she said she knew that too, and wouldn't have too many expectations; seeing me once a week would be enough. I didn't immediately agree, saying I'd give her an answer when I got back.
The next day, back at school, lying in bed without my pajamas, my mind was filled with the scenes of our meetings—excitement, tension, worry, and fear. Suddenly, I felt that things would inevitably go wrong if this continued. So, without hesitation, I deleted her QQ account and sent her a text: "Forget me, I'm really scared, take care." Then I deleted her phone number. I didn't receive a reply.
Just like that, the first married woman in my life, the woman I gave my virginity to, disappeared from my life. But I will never forget that first time. Perhaps I should have saved my first time for a girl who loves me and whom I love, or for my wedding night. But what's done is done. I have no regrets.
I thought my womanizing journey would end there, but it only intensified. Perhaps it was because of this feeling of both excitement and fear that several more married women appeared in my three years of university life. Let's save our stories for later, to reminisce about in the future.

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