My True Journey

It's been almost seven years since we got married. In my thirties, getting married is considered late in my hometown. There's no way around it; although I'm used to being single, as the older generation says, what's meant to happen must happen. Like most couples, there wasn't any dramatic, inseparable feeling when we started dating; it was purely for the sake of marriage. During the initial adjustment period, arguments were inevitable, mostly over trivial things. After each argument, I'd find excuses to stay in my company dormitory instead of going home. For a while, I was completely disillusioned with marriage and even thought about divorce. I wonder if other couples are like this at the beginning. Maybe it's because the foundation of our relationship wasn't strong before marriage. Many people in my hometown work away from home, and when they come back for the New Year, they get married within ten days of being introduced by someone—unbelievable, right? But as the older generation says, it's not a big deal; just make do. I'm not young anymore, and I've reached this point, so I guess I have to accept my fate. Anyway, I haven't met anyone in real life who's living a very comfortable life. It's the same on TV—divorce! Mistresses! So-and-so having an affair! For a long time, my view on marriage was unpleasant, until a class reunion where I saw my old classmates, Mr. and Mrs. Lin,
which slowly changed my perspective.
The Lin couple had been married for almost ten years. His wife, Lingling, is now a teacher. The three of us have been close friends since childhood, knowing each other for thirty years. We haven't kept in touch much lately, but we've all been busy with work. Even after so many years of marriage, they still act like they're in love, almost forty years old, calling each other "my darling" and "my flesh," it's sickeningly sweet. How can I describe it? Well, when Lin and I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, I suddenly saw Lingling rush out, looking around, and when she saw her husband, she rushed over and hugged him, playfully scolding him for being gone so long. I was stunned. Was it really necessary? They're an old married couple, still so clingy. Later that night, after drinking too much at the reunion, I couldn't help but ask Lin, "You're all in your forties, why are you still so affectionate?" "Your marriage has stayed so fresh! I've never seen you two argue. Everyone says your relationship is the best. What's your secret?" Lin was picking food up from his wife's plate when I asked, so he put down his chopsticks, turned around, and looked at me seriously. "Of course! The reason we're all here today is to have a good chat with you. You're the last of our old classmates to get married, yet we always hear you talking about divorce. What's the point of all this arguing? It all boils down to this: you only care about your own feelings and always consider
things from your own perspective. How can that work? These are common problems for you first-time brides." That night, we talked a lot, and Ling also said a lot. After all, we've been classmates for thirty years, we know each other very well, so she spoke without any reservations. As expected of teachers, every word she said was practical and insightful, hitting the nail on the head and completely touching my heart. Before that, I realized I really didn't know how to manage a marriage and had wasted too much time. I really need to learn. It turns out that the most important thing in a marriage is mutual tolerance. It's not about how much you give and how much you receive, but about how much you compromise. Cherish every moment. This class reunion was truly beneficial. Afterwards, Ling reminded me to be more considerate of Qingqing, my wife's name, and to keep in touch with them often, asking questions if I didn't understand something. She said there was still a lot she wanted to teach me. After saying this, Ling gave Lin a mysterious smile, and Lin smiled too. I was completely confused.
In the days that followed, I tried my best to improve my relationship with Qingqing as Lin had suggested. I went home more often, frequently praising her cooking, and occasionally buying her small gifts like flowers. Qingqing said I seemed like a different person. I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know how to love you before." Qingqing said, "Then how come you know now?" I said, "Well, everyone grows through learning!" It's true, our relationship has become more harmonious, and the quality of our lovemaking at night has improved. I've started to look at my wife more closely. Qingqing is seven years younger than me, 1.65 meters tall, very slender, and beautiful. What I love most about her is her breasts—not too big, not too small, just the right size to hold in my hand. Her nipples are pink, not large, and slightly upturned, which is very attractive. My wife is rather thin, and seems a bit frail. I remember one day in the car, I saw her walking alone in the cold wind after work, and I felt a surge of pity for her. I realized I still love my wife very much. After one intimate moment, my wife leaned against me and talked to me for a long time. She even shed tears when she talked about sad things. I secretly told myself that I would treat her even better from now on.
Honestly, our sex life is quite harmonious. Qingqing is very sensitive; she reacts to even the slightest touch. She loves it when I kiss her ears; she can't resist that. Her breasts are also extremely sensitive. Basically, if I kiss those two areas, Qingqing will lose control within a minute, begging me to hurry up and come. I then feel a great sense of accomplishment and get to her. Qingqing's orgasms are very short. When I'm on top, as long as she squeezes her legs together, she'll orgasm quickly. Then I continue thrusting, and she'll orgasm again in a very short time. This can happen repeatedly, an astonishing ten or more times. I find it unbelievable; I don't know if it's because I'm incredibly capable or if my wife has a special constitution. We even had a gynecological exam at the hospital, and the doctor said everything was fine, just a matter of individual constitution (of course, I prefer to believe it's because I'm good at it! Haha). This is one of the things I love most about my wife; it gives me a great sense of accomplishment. However, as time goes on, we eventually experience a kind of "aesthetic fatigue," and we're no exception. At first, my wife only came five or six times before saying she was tired, satisfied, and didn't want to come anymore, wanting me to ejaculate. I also felt like something was missing. That's right, it was new excitement. And speaking of excitement, it actually happened! A newlywed couple moved into the apartment across from ours, sharing a bedroom with us, separated only by a wall. Since they were a newlywed couple, they made love almost every night, and quite loudly at that. I didn't notice at first, but women have sharper ears. One time, I was asleep when my wife shook me awake. I asked what was wrong, and she shushed me, pointed across the hall, and pressed her ear to the wall. I quieted down and thought I could faintly hear a woman's moans and the sound of the bed slamming together. It was even clearer in the quiet of the night. I turned on the bedside lamp and saw my wife's face was flushed, her breathing rapid. I touched her and found she was completely wet. I laughed and asked if she wanted it too. Qingqing nodded vigorously. I immediately pulled her close and started sucking on her nipple. Qing eagerly pulled down her underwear, grabbed my penis with both hands, and shoved it inside her. Then she actively thrust her hips, her movements so intense, as if she had been enduring for a long time. I was infected by her, and my movements became even more vigorous. That time, my wife's orgasm was faster and more intense; she even cried out loudly, which startled me so much that I quickly covered her mouth. My mother was next door and could tell that my wife's orgasm was indeed different that time. Her vagina was still tightly gripping my penis. I didn't stop but continued to thrust. Soon, my wife's orgasms came wave after wave, and the intervals were even shorter. I was happy to see my wife enjoying herself so much, and most importantly, my confidence was unprecedentedly satisfied. During this time, I secretly kept a record. Every time my wife came,
I would press a mark on the headboard with my fingernail. After counting, I found there were sixteen. I laughed and said, "Wife, you're so strong and amazing! You can come so many times!" My wife said shyly, "No way!" I pointed to the marks and said, "Count them yourself!" My wife let out a soft "Eek!" and threw herself into my arms, her two little fists pounding my chest. "You're so bad, so incredibly bad! It's all your fault!" After that, listening to the neighbors' moaning became our nightly ritual. We didn't disturb them, because we could hear them, and they could definitely hear us too, so they'd probably be more considerate in the future. Men and women focus on different things. My wife said, "Why does that woman over there moan so much?" I was concerned about the man's timing. From the moment his wife started moaning until the bed sounds stopped, it was about three to five minutes. I didn't see any foreplay, so I estimated the time from penetration to ejaculation was three or four minutes, which is normal. Porn is so fake; it doesn't last that long. Once, I jokingly asked my wife, "Who's better, that man or your husband?" My wife smiled but didn't answer. I said, "If you won't tell me, then it must be me!" My wife said, "That's not necessarily true; we haven't compared." As soon as she said that, she seemed to realize it was inappropriate and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying!" For some reason, a thought flashed through my mind, and I hugged my wife, "Come on, darling, let's pretend this wall doesn't exist."
"Let's do it for them now," my wife chuckled. "Aren't you afraid of looking bad in front of others?" I ignored her and started kissing her earlobe, my hands teasing her underarms. My wife couldn't help but giggle, twisting her hips and laughing as she scolded, "You pervert! Someone come quick!" "Help!" I said, "Seriously, we're having sex, and other people are watching!" My wife stopped talking, covered her mouth with her hand, and stifled her laughter. I spread her legs, parted her labia, and forcefully slid my penis inside, beginning a series of large thrusts. Each time, I pulled it all the way in before plunging it all the way in. Gradually, perhaps due to pleasure, her breathing became rapid, and her legs began to close tightly together—a habit of hers, indicating an impending orgasm. I said, "Honey, they're all watching you, watching you get fucked!" Hearing my stimulating and explicit words, my wife let out an "Ah!" and squeezed her legs even tighter. I thrust even harder a few more times, grinding against her deepest point. As the hand on my buttocks tightened, I knew my wife was having an orgasm—a very intense one, her tender flesh contracting and relaxing. It felt so good. After a brief pause, I started thrusting again, my mind filled with fantasies of telling my wife that we were in bed with the four of them, and even asking if she missed her husband. "Put it in!" (It was a sudden, almost supernatural impulse; even I found it unbelievable, maybe subconscious.) My wife was caught up in the moment and didn't answer, but she held me even tighter, her lower abdomen heaving in rhythm with my thrusts. Her expression was contorted with extreme excitement, and then she remained motionless. I felt a tightening sensation in my groin; she had another orgasm... After the passion subsided, I watched her catch her breath and calm down. Suddenly, she lifted my chin, staring straight at me as if searching for something, and then, like a mouse, she snickered...
It's the end of the year, and I've been very busy at work, so I haven't had time to write. My writing isn't very good, being an engineering student, but thank you for your encouragement. These are all my real-life experiences. If you like them, I'll continue writing. The following content is about improving our mundane sex life. Through communication, we reached a point where we both accepted sexual fantasies, and the quality of our lovemaking improved. My wife even calls out her colleagues' names, saying she wants to have sex with them...

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