Memories of that year and that person

The days without my wife are filled with loneliness.
Let me tell you about our first experience together!
We had been dating for a few months when I decided to introduce her to my friends. My wife is much older than me, as you can see from my profile. I can only say that our love story was quite difficult, enduring the stares and surprised looks of family, friends, and even strangers. This was something my wife was particularly sensitive about.
We ate at a hot pot restaurant with two childhood friends. Being far from home, a stranger in a strange land, meeting up with old friends felt like a passionate encounter. Since I had mentioned my situation to them beforehand, they were still quite surprised when they actually met her. When men see a woman, their first thought is probably sex! My
wife had maintained her figure very well; she didn't look like she was over thirty at all. Her breasts were also quite nice, a 35B. I've been having her massage my breasts lately, hoping to get a C cup. She said it wasn't as comfortable as my massage. In their eyes, I saw myself.
We chatted until almost 11 PM, then my wife and I took a taxi home. (At that time, we weren't living together yet.) On the way, my wife said I looked very handsome, and I complimented her on her beauty. We tacitly agreed to go to a hotel. Enduring the strange looks from the hotel owner, we entered the room. It was a small hotel. Even this August, when my wife and I went back to Suzhou, she mentioned wanting to revisit the place where we had our first time. Of course, we wouldn't go back; the conditions there were really poor.
Fortunately, the basic layout was complete, and most importantly, there was a bathroom. The walls were just too thin, offering no soundproofing. I was afraid I'd slap a hole in the wall and see a naked couple. We'd only been sitting for ten minutes when we heard women moaning, and not just one. It was the weekend, and couples were having sex everywhere. The sounds of sex, moaning, and panting filled my wife and me's ears. Then, the kissing began.
It was clear my wife was very aroused; a woman in her thirties has a very strong sex drive. When I went back home for National Day, she told me she really wanted to have sex all night long, which made me so ashamed. I made my wife imagine three men inside her, filling all her orifices.
Then I undressed her; she was wearing a white bra, though the underwear was a bit old-fashioned. But my wife is very white, as white as a piece of milk candy, and it would make her feel wet. I wanted to taste her vagina too, but I didn't, probably because I was afraid she wouldn't feel comfortable. I can only say I was such an idiot back then. But now, every time we have foreplay, it takes a long time. I can only say that mature women are so wet; you can imagine it yourselves.
I have tattoos, but I got them when I was a teenager. These are my own scars, and I don't usually reveal them easily. Who hasn't been confused and impulsive? I just want to say that it's all in the past. I have my wife now, and a lovely little baby. I really miss you both; I love you both. But my wife kept her eyes closed back then, and she still likes to keep them closed during sex now. Maybe she's fantasizing. Or maybe she's waiting to be penetrated and possessed.
At that moment, in a moment of impulse, I inserted it. (Halfway in) It felt warm, moist, and moving, sucking me in, like something was eating my penis. Then, unable to resist, I thrust further in, and my wife let out a muffled groan. My feeling was pathetic; it seemed like I couldn't penetrate all the way in. I was so conflicted, a wave of frustration washed over me. I can only say my penis wasn't long enough. But now I can penetrate all the way in every time. The doctor said my wife's uterus is positioned far back, so most people can't penetrate all the way in. But my wife's uterus seems to move, because every time we have sex, I always feel like something is inserted in front of me, which feels amazing. If I have the chance in the future, I'd like to share it with some lucky guy.
I penetrated for about fifteen minutes, my first time, so don't laugh at me. Because at that time, I was excited, nervous, frustrated, and had so many feelings all at once—who the hell could handle that? I can only say that my mental age wasn't mature enough back then. I was like a child then, and people once mistook me for her son, but I bravely told them: "Boss, what kind of look is that? We're a couple." Dude, you're pretty brave, right? Maybe my wife was moved by my persistence and responsibility, and finally chose to marry me.
Then, a while later, we did it again. I still didn't feel good; I felt like dying. I felt like I wasn't manly enough. I could only listen to the moans and groans coming from the hallway. Later, my wife told me that she didn't have an orgasm at all that time. Devastated, guys. But thankfully, time healed all the frustration and turmoil, and I regained my masculine pride. Now, I can make my wife orgasm several times every time. The time... well, it's a very manly time, of course.
This August, when we were in Suzhou, my wife even suggested we rekindle our old flame, but I firmly refused. My wife laughed.
But August is a beautiful season; I spent three nights with my wife—truly unforgettable days.
I miss you. My dearest.
I'll talk about it next time! Damn this dual-city life!

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