Chapter 13 Sad Wedding Night

February 27, 2013: With a snap, the bedroom door was closed gently, but in my ears, my heart was beating. The moment the door of the house closed meant that the door of marriage was opened, and everything that followed was full of unknowns, making me unable to calm my mind.

A wedding night, a spring night is worth a thousand gold. I have imagined how my wedding night will be countless times, warm and romantic?

Tenderness and sweetness?

Or is it plain and unremarkable?

But when this moment really came, I realized that all the previous expectations did not match tonight's plot...

I helped my drunken husband to the bed and brought him a glass of water. He only drank half of it, and his other half was all dripping onto his clothes. Then he tilted his body and lay down. In a blink of an eye, he breathed heavily, his snoring sounded, and his mouth was still muttering.

I sighed softly, and I couldn't resist his friend's advice just now, so I drank three glasses of white wine. At this time, I was thirsty and had no time to drink water. I had no choice but to help him pull off his suit jacket and shirt. When I was about to take off his pants, my face became hot, and my hands on my belt hesitated, trembling and at a loss. I blushed and looked at my face subconsciously along his naked upper body. I felt mixed emotions and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

His name is Liu Jiayuan. Through my uncle's introduction, we met eight months ago. His family also came from the countryside. His parents were ordinary farmers and his family was poor. He was very young and worked part-time, worked part-time, and studied half-time. He had excellent grades and was admitted to the University of Political Science and Law. He just graduated two years ago and was admitted to the civil servant of the Municipal Education Bureau. He is now a clerk in the Finance Department of the Education Bureau. He is diligent and excellent, young and promising. Moreover, he is also in good shape. He is 1.83 meters tall, thin and slender. Although he is not so handsome, he is also sunny and clean, and very spiritual. In principle, this is an ideal lover and partner.

But there is a trace of helplessness in my heart from beginning to end, even compromising

After graduation, I stayed at school as an assistant teacher. As I grew older, I couldn't resist the urging of my parents, relatives and friends. The most important thing is that I still haven't walked out of the cover of my feelings with Yunlei back then. The warm love of those years seemed to have become an arthritis that I couldn't heal. The cloudy and rainy days of fate always made me hurt again and again. Four years have passed, and it has gradually worn off my persistence in the sacred dignity of my feelings and my rather than nothing.

I began to accept those blind dates and those pursuits of different colors. Gradually, I found that finding a married partner was no longer emotional expectation, but a numb and programmed life task.

It was in this state of mind that I recognized Liu Jiayuan. I never denied his excellence, but I just felt that there was a layer between us. We drank coffee, enjoyed the night view, talked about literature, and talked about love when we celebrated our birthdays. There would be occasional quarrels and quarrels when we encountered things. In the eyes of outsiders, we were harmonious and matched men and women.

But in my heart, I always feel that our relationship is too patterned, and everything seems to be planned in advance. Then we perform step by step according to the written script. Even the most private and happy love words, even if they are kissing in public, they exudes a sense of rigid and unrealistic eight-legged articles. It is just to leave a scene of love for the end of marriage. This is not a real love, but just to make two people familiar with each other, as if as long as they don’t hate each other, their status is similar, and their parents are satisfied, they can accompany each other for a lifetime. Otherwise, life is not absolute, time changes, world changes, people change

Four years ago, I despised this kind of compromised love marriage. Four years later, I got into this trap myself. I dare not say that my life will not be happy in the future. I just feel that everything has become secular. Perhaps the secular firewood, rice, oil and salt, and elderly care are the true meaning. Perhaps slowly, I will get used to or even like a peaceful life with a person I didn’t love the most at the time. But now, I am not ready yet, and my heart is still confused and confused. If I have expectations and feel lost, it may be the painful entanglement and spiritual torture that all those who compromise for secular pressure will experience.

I just clamped my husband Liu Jiayuan's belt, my thoughts fluctuated, and my mind flew around. I was stunned for a few minutes until the clock rang at the bell tower not far away, and I brought me back to reality. What will happen in the future? The future is long, and I can slowly understand and explore it. However, there is a difficult problem that needs to be solved urgently, that is, I am really ashamed to take off his pants at this time.

It turned out that when he was in love, he held his hand, took the kiss, but did not live together. He seemed to have little need for sex and never took the initiative to mention sex before marriage. It might be a matter of concept. My body and I have never thought about men other than Yunlei.

All kinds of massage sticks have been around for four years, and the masturbation device has accompanied me, and even formed a dependence. I almost forgot the taste of the real cock, so I didn't touch on this topic, so I let it go.

At this time, facing this person who is already my husband, I still feel a strong resistance and shyness in my heart. I always feel that something is blocking me. My stomach is churning and my throat is dry, so I can't help my husband change clothes like a normal wife.

Maybe sometimes, physical acceptance is more difficult than mental acceptance

But seeing his pants soaked in wine and tea, I couldn't bear it, so I took a deep breath, as if I was about to touch a poisonous snake and beast. I trembled and untied her belt. Due to nervousness, I took three times to untied it, and then took off my pants. The trousers and cotton pants were all gone. It took a long time to retreat, leaving only one underwear on my body, and finally helped him cover the quilt.

At this time, I was already exhausted and out of breath, sweating profusely, leaning against the head of the bed, swallowing my saliva, and I lost my strength to get up and drink water. I was both ashamed and angry, thinking: It was obviously taking off my husband's pants, but it was like an affair, and it was really useless!

Moreover, at this moment, not only was he thirsty, but his body also became hot and his head began to feel dizzy. It turned out that the three glasses of wine I had drunk before, and the alcohol was rushing up wildly after this tossing.

Since I had never drunk white wine before, I could drink at most one or two bottles of beer, so I was drunk and my face was full of heat, and my dizziness became more and more serious. I tried to calm down, held my hands on the edge of the bed and the wall, walked to the next to the tea table, and took a few sips of herbal tea, and then I felt a little refreshed.

I squinted my eyes and shook my mind for a while. The burning sensation spread all over my body again. Sweat surged out. I slowly took off my tight red dress and flesh-colored thick stockings, leaving only a set of black lace underwear on my body.

I took out a few tissues and rubbed my sweat around my body in a daze. As I wiped it, I reached my hand under my crotch. I don’t know if it was sweating in my private parts or water from my vagina. Anyway, it was just a mess. It seemed that I would not only utter the truth after drinking, but also subconsciously expose my privacy through certain actions. At this time, I was dizzy, half drunk and half awake, and I couldn’t feel like I was lingering near my vagina for a long time. After countless masturbation and masturbation over the years, I was already familiar with the road and could hit the bull’s eye when I was drunk. I stroked the thick pubic hair with my left hand, and kneaded the tissue into a ball on the small tug with my right hand, rubbed it selflessly. The tissue became wetter and softer as it pressed.

After a while, I rubbed it into pieces and spread it around the thick labia and the wet vaginal opening. Although I couldn't see it, I imagined that the scenery must be like a few snowflakes falling on wintersweet, which makes me look more delicate and gorgeous.

The alcohol continued to spread all over my body. I wanted to use my fingers instead of paper balls, but my arms always softened. I fell back and leaned against the sofa. My confused eyes swept across the warm and gorgeous wedding room. But I felt a sense of loss in my heart. Looking at my husband who was sleeping in a silly bridal chamber, my bridal chamber night, a sexy and tender wife sat on the sofa with her erect and venting with masturbation, and I felt even more sad and wronged.

Just at this moment, Liu Jiayuan suddenly let out a low roar and suddenly turned sideways towards me. The quilt slid down, and his whole body was exposed. Only a ball of flesh was blocked by briefs, but it was about to emerge. Several tufts of black pubic hair were scattered like Zhang Fei's beard. Seeing this, the sadness in my heart, the loss and the lust that had just risen.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, I suddenly burst out a force, pulled off my bra, rushed to the bed in three steps, and then took off my underwear. I felt like I was about to explode and crack, my eyes were on fire, as if I had taken the fierce aphrodisiac called Yin and Yang He San, and I could no longer care about my reserve and shame, so I moved Liu Jiayuan who had just turned over and let him lie flat with his legs crossed.

Listening to his snoring sounds like thunder, I was even more scruple-free and pulled his panties to his knees. The bulging meat was piled softly on one side, with its pubic hair so thick that it was very thrust. I looked for crickets in the grass, and I finally pulled out a small piece of meat stick, especially like a dried crispy intestine, small and shriveled, but I still felt a little lucky. Maybe I would stimulate him and become bigger after the erection?

So I touched his nipples with one hand, clamped the crispy intestines with two fingers with the other hand, and masturbated wildly. Although I had no rules, I was very devoted, as if a bitch in heat, resisted disgust half an hour ago, and had already forgotten me at this time. When my lewd body faced a choice, I surrendered to lust. I just wanted to try my best to make this little thing as big as a cloud thunder. I touched my real cock for the first time in four years. With the help of alcohol, I was already crazy and no longer scrupledly. I even had oral sex, from the egg to the glans, licked the tongue wildly, swept every inch of the rod, worked hard under my husband Liu Jiayuan's crotch, and almost tried all my strength. Slowly I felt that the little thing had reacted, shaking back and forth with trembling.

I was extremely excited and thought that my efforts would eventually gain something. I raised my head and looked forward to it as hard and soaring, but after only about three seconds, the little thing stood still and never responded again. Although I was drunk and hazy at this time, I still had some basic judgments on male sexual organs. I have never seen such a small, mini-man cock in my sexual life. I struggled for a long time. It just changed from a crispy intestine to a small Taiwanese grilled sausage. It was really: Why use a knives to kill chickens? How can impotence be used to match coquettishness?

But I had no choice but to worry about being angry and disappointed. The sensuality was strongly stimulated by alcohol and sucked hard all over my body. I could no longer hold on. I wished that every pore would turn into a pussy and be fucked by countless cocks. For me at that time, the Taiwanese sausage in front of me was the savior and the magic weapon to save my lewd and sexy fate. I turned my delicate body and squatted on Liu Jiayuan in one step. My whole body felt dizzy again, and I felt my eyes were full of cock shaking.

I panted, straightened the sausage with my left hand, then shook my buttocks, threw the vaginal fluid on the small cock, and then my slender waist suddenly fell. The vagina, which had already opened, was like eating ice cream. With a slight whisper, swallowed the small cock at the root, and then the slutty buttocks flew up and down wildly, but after thrusting for more than thirty times, I still felt that the deep vagina was itchy and it couldn't be touched. The entire uterus was empty and very uncomfortable.

I thought I hadn't put it in completely just now and inserted it to the end, so I twisted my butt down and pressed it hard, hitting her lower abdomen, and the waves of the swaying hips almost hit her waist. After inserting it for more than ten times, I still felt empty and unbearable. I was confused for a long time. Then I realized that it turned out that her cock was too small and could not satisfy my countless pussy, but my lust became increasingly high, so I could only use it. I snorted and changed the simple up and down swallowing to a comprehensive movement that combined up and down, left and right, front and back, rotation, and thrust.

I pressed his chest with both hands, and my big breasts ran wildly, with his little cock as the center, and my whole body was full of strength. My waist and hips seemed to be a machine that was vigorously running. My clitoris penetrated into his thick pubic hair, and it was very comfortable and stimulating. Two thick labia dipped in smooth vaginal fluid and quickly scratched and moved his lower abdomen, splashing ink. Not long after, Liu Jiayuan's entire lower abdomen and thighs became wet.

The rising lust was finally satisfied. I slowed down a little, raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead, and the alcohol seemed to have subsided a little, but my whole body was still hot and my physical energy was gradually losing.

I calmed down and decided to climax as soon as possible, otherwise I would have to be exhausted. And if he woke up after a while, I would be miserable. So I concentrated my energy and shook my fat buttocks again. My pussy continued to gnaw on Taiwanese sausages wildly. The sound of intercourse in the wedding room was mixed with his snoring, like a huge thunder, shocking my lewd heart. But just as I started to suck and vomited for about twenty times, Liu Jiayuan suddenly stopped snoring, opened his mouth wide, and muttered his throat, as if he was suffocating, which scared me suddenly stopped. He was at a loss, and then he heard him let out a deep and long roar, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, pursed his lips, tilted his head, and snoring still, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Only then did I realize that the little cock that was originally parked half of my vagina suddenly disappeared, and the entire deep vagina was empty, with only a stream of liquid accumulated at the vaginal opening, which was sticky and slippery, as if it was not a vaginal fluid. I raised my fat buttocks in a daze and looked down. A milky white liquid slowly flowed out from the vaginal opening, forming a white bridge between his pubic hair and my vagina.

Against the backdrop of the light, there was a dazzling white light. I looked at it with my eyes blurred. It took more than a minute before I saw my labia contract slightly and the white light disappeared. There was only one resentment in my heart: Fuck, I'll ejaculate now!

I haven't orgasm yet, your dick is so small, I endure it, but you are so short, I am really desperate. I also heard that men have sex for a longer time after drinking, so you usually...

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, and I couldn't complain about it anymore. He had an ejaculation orgasm, but I didn't. A stream of numbness and itch still penetrated deep into the uterus. My aphrodisiac poison was still unresolved. I quickly struggled to stand up and quickly looked around the room. I found a few bananas in the fruit plate on the bedside table. I had no time to think about it. I pulled off the largest and thickest one, leaned against the bedside, stuffed it into my delicate vagina without any prelude, shook my wrist, and thrust it violently. At this time, my body was stimulated by alcohol numbness, and I had no time to enjoy it. I just wanted to climax quickly.

I thrust the banana like an automatic rifle. Finally, when I was about a hundred times, my lower abdomen suddenly contracted, and my uterus twitched violently. Along with a large stream of vaginal fluid, a series of sharp and harsh erotic sounds and screamed wildly. The climax came, and my whole body was like thin leaves that were wrapped in the strong wind, shaking strongly, unable to stop, floating around in the world, wandering without master, and no matter how hard it was, the banana in my hand suddenly fell, and after a bang, only his snoring and my breathing, the whole room fell into a strange atmosphere, warm and lewd, desolate and warm

I closed my eyes and happily savored every second of the comfort and pleasure of the climax just now. This is my habit. Every time I fantasize about keeping that moment of radiance forever, so that I don’t have to fall into sexual addiction for a long time, and save the exhaustion and rack my brains before the climax. Isn’t everything for the glory of more than ten seconds?

Then why don't I have it forever...

I was confused for a while, and felt that the alcohol was getting rid of it, and I also recovered some strength. Suddenly, I heard Liu Jiayuan muttering in his dreams: I... I want to be a superior person! I want to be a big leader... Don't stop me! No matter what method... I... I...

This brought me back to reality from fantasy. Looking at the messy battlefield around me, I was shocked and had no time to care about what he was talking about. I quickly got up and cleaned up seriously, trying not to leave any suspicious things. When I packed my husband Liu Jiayuan's crotch, my eyes fell on the crispy intestine that had been hidden in my pubic hair and had returned to its original size. I remembered the tragic five-minute record of this little thing just now, and I felt confused in my heart.

The night is getting deeper, and some of my expectations have also fallen into the abyss quickly. I once thought that after marriage, I can slowly adapt to the habits of the daily life of elderly care and parenting, and even gradually like it, but the most intimate and important sex life between husband and wife has ended after the first night.

Oh, retribution, everything is retribution!