Dongguan Trip

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Last summer, my wife and I went to Dongguan and signed a huge order with a client. The negotiations went smoothly, and the client deposited a substantial prepayment into my account according to the contract terms. That afternoon, we went to the bank, transferred part of the money to repay the outstanding debt, transferred part to the material supplier to purchase raw materials, and settled the remaining balance. My wife and I were overjoyed and decided to celebrate. We took
the riverside expressway and arrived at a place called Lisha Island. Actually, it's not an island in the geographical sense, but rather a fishing village surrounded by rivers, with many viaducts connecting the two banks, reminiscent of a southern water town. It's a bustling area, with high-rise buildings and shops scattered throughout the central area, and villas along the river. The roads are wide, lined with lush trees, and the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. The island is located at the mouth of the Pearl River, a transportation hub with thriving commerce. The island's residents come from Guangdong Province and all over China, as well as many foreigners.
We drove to the small fishing village of He'an, where the owner of the Heji Restaurant is a friend of mine. The restaurant owner was lucky; he married a local widow, and together they ran the restaurant. Business was booming, and they lived a comfortable life. Later, they had a daughter named Afang. Upon our arrival, Afang displayed the warmth of a typical water town resident. She came running towards us with a joyful leap, immediately throwing herself into my arms, then playfully pounding my shoulders with her little hands, like a long-lost lover. My wife stood smiling to the side, captivated by Afang's innocent charm. Afang, ever understanding, turned to my wife and greeted her, "Hello, sister-in-law." My wife responded gently, and we went inside. Afang joined my wife and me for dinner. I suggested we all have a little wine, and before my wife could even respond, Afang immediately rushed over with a bottle of red wine. We were all delighted; my wife drank heartily, while Afang, not a big drinker, flushed after a couple of sips, looking quite pretty.
That evening, Afang took my wife and me to a hotel owned by her aunt. Since it was still early, we went to the third-floor massage room for a massage, experiencing a romantic night in Dongguan. We chose a large room with two beds. I selected masseur number 98, and asked my wife if she wanted someone who knew how to massage. I selected male masseur number 88; these two were the most popular and skilled here. We all tacitly agreed, changed our clothes, and the masseuses arrived quickly. I glanced at the male masseur; he was decent-looking, but too thin. My wife didn't seem very satisfied. The young man, all smiles, greeted her with "Hello, sister." My wife, a little tipsy, lazily said, "Give me a head massage first." The young man understood and immediately began his work, his words so sweet, calling her "sister" this and "sister" that made her very happy. Soon, they were chatting about everything. The young man then massaged my wife's feet. My wife was ticklish, so she bent her legs. The young man then massaged her thighs and stomach. My wife became a little aroused, her words becoming quite flirtatious. The young man grew bolder, and suddenly reached into my wife's bra, grabbing and playing with her breasts. My wife moaned with enjoyment. On my side, the masseuse was giving me a proper massage while I watched the performance across from her.
My wife got into it, passionately grabbing the young man's hand and guiding it down to her lower body. The young man pressed on her crotch, hitting acupoints, and my wife cried out loudly in pleasure. My wife pointed to her lower body, glanced at the young man, who understood, and pulled down her shorts, revealing a large, thick mound. My wife pressed the young man's head down, grabbing her vulva. The young man cooperated, sticking out his tongue and licking my wife's vagina. My wife closed her eyes, breathing heavily, very satisfied, her face radiant.
My wife told the young man to keep licking, then called me over, shyly taking off my shorts, grabbing my penis, and passionately sucking on it. The masseuse who was giving me the massage had nothing to do, and tried to leave, but my wife pulled her back, so she had to sit back on the bed, not knowing what to do. The spectacular scene before her was probably the first she had ever witnessed in her life. She stared intently at the alluring woman on the opposite bed, sitting obediently on the edge, motionless. Her bright eyes seemed to speak volumes; tonight was going to be a good show.
Things were unfolding as they were inevitable. Because I was there and supported her, she freely enjoyed the game with the two men and one woman. Later, she demanded that the young man lick her feet and buttocks, and masturbate in front of her. Afterward, my wife sent the young man away and called over two male masseuses, demanding they strip naked and get to work. Then, like hungry wolves, they pounced on her, kissing her body wildly. My wife was so excited that her vagina was wet. She said to me, "You should go first; I'm afraid they're not clean."
I was deeply moved; my wife hadn't forgotten her roots, and among all the people, she still chose me. I forced myself on her, my erect penis entering her vagina. Seeing this, the two male masseuses turned to biting and licking her breasts frantically. My wife simply grabbed one of the penises and shoved it into her mouth. The male masseur, his face pressed against hers, thrust in and out in rhythm. He quickly lost control, pulling his penis out of her mouth and ejaculating a colorless, transparent liquid that splashed onto her face. She licked it off. The other masseur wasn't to be outdone, grabbing the first one and shoving it into her mouth. My wife let out a seductive moan, and the masseur immediately lost control, his penis throbbing as he ejaculated, all of it landing in her mouth, which she happily accepted.
Watching my wife's alluring movements and her aroused state, I was also losing control. My wife moved in rhythm, saying, "Come if you want to, I'll catch you." I sped up, attacking her with overwhelming force. With her tacit consent, my essence flowed into her vagina.
The session ended, and the two masseuses left. Only my wife and I, and the neglected young girl, remained. I gave her a 1000 yuan tip as a reward for her helpfulness.
It was late at night, so I carried my wife to the bathroom to shower, then carried her back to the bedroom. She was so tired that she quickly fell asleep.
We played for several days before reluctantly leaving. Goodbye, Lisha Island, the enchanting Lisha Island, we await our return, to embrace you once more.

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