The Young Wives in My Life: Military Wives

One undeniable fact is that I was a virgin until I went to university. I dedicated the first 20 years of my life to books, grades, and the ivory tower I had always dreamed of.
Contrary to my expectations, the college entrance exam didn't go as smoothly as I had imagined, and I didn't get the chance to enter the place I had once dreamed of. As a second-best option, I left a small city and came to an ordinary engineering school in Lanzhou, the provincial capital—what others would call a second-rate university in a third-rate city.
My first impression of Jiaotong University was that it was a campus full of men. In this free environment, without teachers supervising or parents pressuring me, and driven by the strong impulses of youthful hormones, I began my journey to alleviate my loneliness.
Enough of this digression. To get back to the point, the first woman I met was a young woman I met through QQ chat. The internet is a magical world. To hunt for women, I specifically created a secondary account and added various local friends whenever I had free time—all of them women, of course. This broad-based approach seemed clumsy, but it wasn't. Just over a month after the start of the semester, I reaped the rewards.
That night, as usual, I searched for online women in Lanzhou, and a username called "Lanzhou Sister" caught my eye, so I added her as a friend. Surprisingly, she accepted very quickly. After exchanging greetings, we slowly struck up a conversation. She said she was married with a four-year-old daughter, and her husband treated her badly. She also asked about my situation. I told her I was a university student, and she said she enjoyed chatting with cultured people. We chatted until very late that night. After that, we chatted whenever we had free time. Gradually, our relationship took an ambiguous turn. I started to subtly flirt with her, asking things like, "Are you very strong, bro?" or "How many times do you say goodnight to me every day?" She didn't shy away from it.
Perhaps due to inexperience, our conversations remained lukewarm, reaching a plateau. I finally confessed that I was actually looking for a one-night stand, and looking back, I realized how foolish I had been. She didn't immediately respond, saying she was much older than me, so how could that be? I said I liked older women, which was true. We chatted like this for over a month, and even had a text-based encounter once. Perhaps because we had been chatting for so long, one night she finally agreed to my request. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night.
We exchanged phone numbers, and she called the next morning. Her voice sounded nice, and she wanted to meet that evening. I didn't agree because I didn't know what she looked like; I only knew she was a 35-year-old mother. So I asked for a video call. Since I wasn't a freshman with a computer, I set a time and went to an internet cafe near the school at noon. I logged into QQ, and she was already online waiting for me. We started the video call, and she looked good, though she seemed a bit old, after all, she was over 30. She looked at me too, smiling the whole time, so she seemed satisfied. Since it was Saturday, I said let's meet that night, and she didn't object. She said it was hard to explain over the phone, not on QQ.
After I logged off, I called her. Since I was new to Lanzhou and unfamiliar with the area, the only place I knew was the train station. I suggested we meet near the train station, but she said it was too crowded. I suggested walking a little further, to the Lanshan Hotel, and she agreed. To avoid running into acquaintances, we agreed to meet at 10 pm.
After the call, I took a shower and then sat anxiously in my dorm waiting for night to fall. After dinner, I set off around 8 PM, taking the 131 bus all the way to the final stop. When I arrived at the Lanshan Hotel, I didn't see her. I called her, but she didn't answer. My heart sank; I thought she'd stood me up. Just as I was feeling disappointed, she called back, asking where I was. I said I'd arrived, and she said she had too. I looked up and saw a woman on the phone—it was her, almost identical to the one in the video, dressed in all black. She saw me too and came over, explaining that she'd just gotten off the bus and hadn't had time to answer the phone. Perhaps because we'd been talking for a while, I didn't feel awkward. I originally wanted to go straight to the Lanshan Hotel, but she disagreed. She suggested we walk a bit further, so we headed towards the Peace Hotel. Because it was dark, I became bolder, putting my arm around her waist. Thinking about finally losing my virginity tonight, I got an erection. She didn't really resist. We eventually found a guesthouse, which she said looked pretty good. Because of the significant age difference, we agreed beforehand that we were mother and son. She asked me again if I had my ID card, and I said no. She said she had forgotten hers too, but you needed an ID card to check into a hotel. Sadly, I didn't even have that basic common sense back then. She said it was okay, let's try it out, maybe it'll work. We went in together, and she spoke
to the front desk, saying she was visiting her son and would be leaving early the next morning. They agreed and asked me to write down my ID card, which I made up. We checked in smoothly. Once inside, I was already itching to get in. I grabbed her, pushed her onto the bed, and was ready to go all the way, because I was so horny. But she said to wait, to watch some TV, there was a drama she watched every night. So I stopped. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat on the edge of the bed watching TV. She'd mentioned smoking during our conversation, so I wasn't surprised. I sat next to her; who cares about TV anymore? I put one arm around her shoulder and started groping her breasts with the other. She said to wait, offering only token resistance. I felt like I'd succeeded, so I pushed her down onto the bed again. This time she seemed eager too, saying she'd put out her cigarette first. I helped her put it out and then pressed down on her, kissing her passionately. At the same time, I touched her breasts. It was my first time, so I had no experience and just wanted to get straight to the point. I lifted her shirt, trying to unhook her bra, but after searching for a while, I couldn't find the spot. She unhooked it herself, and I pushed the unhooked bra aside, frantically sucking on her breasts. Perhaps this frenzy infected her; her face showed a complex expression, accompanied by moaning sounds. Her quick reaction aroused me, and I immediately pulled off her leggings. I quickly pulled off my own pants, not even having time to take off my shirt, and eagerly pressed my penis against her vagina. I think everyone understands the mindset of a virgin, right? There was no time for foreplay or flirting. The sad thing is, I couldn't find the right spot no matter what I tried. It was only with her help that she guided my penis to the right place and guided me to slowly insert it. But the hole was so small, it hurt my penis, and I didn't dare move. I said it hurt, and she said it was okay, baby, take it slow, move slowly. So I did as she said, slowly wriggling and inserting it little by little. Although it still hurt, it finally went in. Instantly, I felt my entire penis enveloped by her fleshy opening, so warm and comfortable—a feeling I'd never experienced before when masturbating. She was also becoming increasingly uncomfortable from the sudden filling of my penis, her moans and groans becoming more and more rapid. I started to imitate the movements in the videos, wriggling and thrusting. Before I'd even thrust ten times, I felt a surge of pleasure. Damn, I ejaculated. Streams of semen shot into her vagina. I instantly felt exhausted and ashamed. How could I have ejaculated so quickly? Even masturbating doesn't happen this fast. I lay on top of her. She knew I'd ejaculated and laughed, asking, "Didn't you always brag about how amazing you are? Is this all you've got?" I was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain. She said it was okay, "Looks like you really are a virgin. It's usually like this, you'll get used to it after a few more times." I nodded doubtfully, rolled off her, found some tissues to wipe her genitals, and then wiped mine too. Because I'd ejaculated so much, the sheets were soaked. We moved to another bed. I held her and watched TV.
While watching TV, I stroked her. It was the first time I'd been naked in bed with a woman like this. Soon, my penis became erect again, and she felt it too, so I went for it again. As usual, I needed her guidance, and as usual, penetration still hurt, but it was much easier this time. This time it was much better, and my penis cooperated, lasting quite a while before I ejaculated.
That night, we made love six times in total. She said, "Young man, you're really amazing. We made love wildly, and after each ejaculation, we hugged and chatted, listening to her stories. Then we'd continue when we felt the urge again."
It was during our chat that I learned she was a military wife; her husband was an officer in the provincial military region, had an affair, and was rarely home. I also learned the real reason she chatted and met with me: she was lonely and empty. I
'll stop here for tonight. Although my writing isn't great, it's absolutely true. I'll continue writing about my stories with military wives and other young women when I have time.
This is dedicated to the night I lost my virginity.

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