First deep kiss

When emotions run high, everything happens naturally. On a Friday evening in October, after a long week, we finished dinner. It was almost dark, and the streets were ablaze with neon lights. My wife and I took a taxi to a park some distance from the training location—the same park where we'd held hands during that haunted city incident. The park had pavilions and walkways. We sat on one for a while. A couple was nearby, so we continued on and sat down on a quiet, secluded patch of grass. Perhaps there was an ancient tomb nearby, which was why few people ventured there at night. The park lights were soft. We chatted as usual, holding hands and embracing. Tired, I held my wife tightly. She turned to face me, and we gazed into each other's eyes, our eyes filled with affection. Her gaze was somewhat infatuated, unwavering. I pulled her upper body closer to me. She didn't resist; she was very compliant and submissive. Our heads drew closer and closer, our eyes meeting. We didn't say a word, only the sound of each other's breathing. I gently stroked my wife's hair, pressed my forehead against hers, our eyes close, and our lips met. We squinted, our lips swirling together, and before we knew it, our tongues were intertwined, so natural, so perfectly in sync.
Slowly, oblivious to our surroundings, we lay on our sides on the grass, kissing passionately. I held her waist tightly, pulling her close, her breasts against my chest, the frame of her bra against my skin. I couldn't help but move my hand from her back to her chest, but she pulled me away. I rolled over, pressing myself against her and kissing her passionately. I felt a throbbing erection, a sharp pain, and I tried to rub against her. She later said she felt a hard penis pressing against her.
That night, we returned to our dorm room, filled with excitement. It was my first kiss, but it was hers too. She had unknowingly given her first kiss to one of her classmates. My wife said that during her school days, a male classmate pursued her for many years and they went on several dates, but they never held hands. The year she graduated, on her birthday, the male classmate asked her to meet him at a certain spot on campus, saying he had a gift for her. She went, and after giving her the gift, he kissed her when she wasn't looking. My wife didn't tell me about this when we were dating; she only told me ten years into our marriage. Of course, at that time, I still knew that the male classmate frequently called my wife, which added a little twist to our later relationship.

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