[Married Woman Incest] Flowers in Full Bloom, Part Nine - A Rendezvous in Zhangjiajie

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I packed my bags, looked up at the warm, clear sky, and the occasional roar of airplanes cutting across the bustling city seemed to urge me on. The weather was neither too hot nor too cold, a season where stories could easily unfold. Looking at my wife, whose face was beaming with enthusiasm but clearly feigning reluctance, I smiled slightly and said, "Take care of yourself."

Today was supposed to be our trip to Zhangjiajie, but unfortunately, I had some urgent business to attend to and couldn't travel. I had considered canceling the trip, but my wife was very eager to go, and she had already taken her vacation. She had been excitedly preparing for it, and seeing her eagerness, I couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm, so I decided to let her go to Zhangjiajie alone.

My feelings were complicated; there was hope, and worry. Was it because I wasn't by her side?

My wife gently kissed my face, which showed a complex expression, and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I'll contact you anytime. Everything will be under your command."

A woman in an elegant dress walked towards the taxi. She glanced at the calendar: June 20, 2006, 8:08 AM.

At 12:01 PM on June 20th, her wife called for the first time; she had arrived in Changsha. "

It feels so good to be in a strange city, isolated in one. The world really is small. It only takes an hour and a half to fly to Changsha," her wife said on the phone.

When her wife was with her, she seemed very ordinary, sometimes even a little annoying. But now, alone, she felt a little lonely, even a little homesick. Humans are strange. She

couldn't concentrate on work; her mind was filled with thoughts of her wife, so far away in a strange city. Was she alright? She felt a little regretful.

Looking at the overcast sky, she felt very stuffy. She turned on the computer, played for a while, and was about to log off when her QQ beeped: it was a friend from Hangzhou. Her wife and she had video chatted with him before; their relationship was innocent, and they had exchanged phone numbers.

Seeing you online, I said hello. What are you doing?

I smiled helplessly to myself. To be honest, she's in Changsha. Hang Nan was a little excited: I'm also there on a business trip! I've finished my business and am planning to go home! I suddenly had a premonition that coincidences often lead to unexpected events.

Hang Nan sent a funny face, "I wanted to meet your wife. After all, we're friends. You don't mind, do you?"

I didn't answer. "

Oh, right, I have your phone numbers." Hang Nan seemed to be talking to himself, but also to me.

I looked up again: the time was 2:30 PM on June 20th.

Before I knew it, the lights of every house were on. The night view was still as beautiful as ever. The flickering lights felt a little ambiguous. In this noisy night, how many grudges and love affairs would unfold? In this age of overnutrition, how would energetic men and women vent their excess emotions? I couldn't help but think of the convexity of men and the concaveness of women again.

Lying in bed, a lonely figure, the noise outside, an unsettled heart. I fiddled with my phone, putting it down and picking it up again, unable to resist dialing a few familiar numbers. Before the call connected, I abruptly turned it off. What could I say? "

I'll take you to the edge of the village. There's something I need to tell you. Even though the flowers are in full bloom, don't pick the wildflowers by the roadside." The familiar ringtone startled me in the quiet

, lonely night. My wife was calling again. Composing myself, I patted my chest, lowered my voice, and feigned composure: "Having fun?" My joke carried a hint of bitterness: "Did you miss me?" My wife's voice was clearly excited, but with a weary gentleness: "It's quite fun here. Oh, by the way, Hang Nan is here too. He called me today, saying he was in Changsha. I didn't believe him at first, haha."

My voice noticeably changed: "Are you two together today? What other activities are planned? Haha, what kind of activities do you want? Do you want something to happen between us?" My wife's voice even sounded a little seductive.

I remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. I

took a break and thought to myself, "Take care and get some rest." Looking at the night sky, the flickering lights, I checked the calendar: June 20th, 8:18 PM. I turned on the TV, flipping through channels, feeling bored. I opened the fridge, downed a bottle of beer, and surprisingly, it tasted a little bitter. "I should just sleep," I thought. Looking at the overhead light, five small lights outside, plus one large light, six lights in total. I counted them three times, without a single mistake. Heh, a smile played on my lips, but I couldn't see my own smile.

A rare silence enveloped me. Suddenly, I felt a little out of place. What would I be doing at this time? I should have already finished dinner. Where was my wife? Perhaps she was taking a shower; I could hear the rustling sounds from the bathroom. No, right now, she was probably chatting with me, saying that meat had gone up in price again, and that the stocks had fallen today. She was probably bragging to me about her foresight: we sold the stocks yesterday, and we even had a fight about it.

Nothing. The night remained as quiet as ever.

As time goes by, memories of my past with my wife and our marriage, which we've nurtured for so many years, keep resurfacing.

I feel her smile is the most beautiful thing about her. I've joked many times that I was seduced by her, because of her dimples—shallow, round dimples that adorn her rosy cheeks.

I remember when we first met, I liked to hold her in my arms, lifting her chin. She would laugh, and her dimples would become especially prominent. A kiss on that hollow felt warm. Of course, my hands would eventually rest on her breasts, smoothing them down before they rose again. The forest below, which was then a nature reserve, was generally only allowed to be touched from the outside; venturing deeper was strictly forbidden. Thinking about this brings a warm feeling.

In my dreams, I still see my wife.

The sunlight is gentle, streaming in through the window, creating a voyeuristic feeling. Thinking of that word, I think of my wife again. She liked to wear low-cut dresses. Although her breasts weren't large, on her petite frame, they were definitely voluptuous. Being short, I don't know if it's an advantage or a disadvantage. Walking down the street, if I encounter a lecherous man, he can easily see the "mountain and valley" beneath my low-cut dress. It's frustrating, yet I have this inexplicable urge. "Don't pick the wildflowers by the roadside," the phone rang again. I remember that usually, when my wife hears my phone ring, she always smiles and says, "Don't pick them, don't pick them," then laughs and answers. "

Did you sleep well last night? Were you thinking of me a little?" she asked, a little knowingly. Whether out of curiosity or concern, I couldn't help but ask softly, "How was last night?"

Her laughter left me unsure whether to feel annoyed or happy. "Don't worry, honey."

Lowering her voice, my wife's tone was somewhat mysterious: "But, I'll tell you a secret. While we were shopping, Hang Nan secretly held my hand. My heart was pounding! Hehe, a hint of jealousy welled up inside me. This is a bottom line, not to be crossed. Either you go home now, I miss you a little." She remained silent. Feeling something was

amiss, I said, "Have fun, take care. Don't do anything rash without my permission."

Laughter followed: "Hehe, you're jealous? Who told you not to come with me? I'm going to Zhangjiajie today, and Hang Nan said he's going too. I couldn't refuse."

"Oh," I unconsciously hummed in agreement, thinking to myself, "This Hang Nan, I feel a bit of resentment towards him."

The lights shone brightly again. I dragged my tired body onto the bed. A busy day at work couldn't hide my wandering thoughts. Was she alright in Zhangjiajie?

Unable to control myself, I dialed those familiar numbers. It rang, no answer. I dialed again, still no answer. Waiting was torture.

The song of wildflowers rang out again, the voice, with a hint of seductive charm: "Honey, I didn't hear your call just now. I put my phone in my bag."

In my wife's heart, I am a magnanimous person. In our years together, we have never pried into each other's lives. We respect each other's personal space. We know that without mutual trust, there is no love. Although sometimes my inner darkness leads to daydreams, at least our communication is always open.

My voice was calm and controlled: "Did you have fun today?" Her voice was as beautiful as ever: "

I had a great time in Zhangjiajie today. It's really beautiful here. It would be a shame if you didn't come."

My heart was pounding with excitement. I checked the time: 8:58 PM, June 21st. Work was relatively easy today. I quickly finished my morning tasks and returned home. I knew that the house would still be quiet these past few days, but everywhere I looked, there were traces of my wife and our passion. The bathroom curtains were bunched up. I smiled and unconsciously recalled a passionate moment with my wife. It was a weekend, and the sweltering heat made me want to take a shower even at midday. I remember my wife was halfway through her shower when she screamed and ran into the living room, saying she'd forgotten to close the curtains and that if anyone on the opposite building were there, they could see everything. Her face was flushed.

That unexpected shyness ignited my desire, and in the living room, we had a wild and exciting time. Now, what are you doing? The phone rang.

My wife's voice was as beautiful as ever. "We're climbing Tianzi Mountain. It's so tiring," she said. "Haha, I've only just started climbing and I'm already saying my legs are tired, my arms are weak, and my legs are cramping. What a glutton!" Her laughter was excited; her voice sounded like a triumphant song after a long battle.

You have to be quick and direct, leaving me only to listen in silence: We plan to spend the night at a hotel in the mountains. They say it's clean, quiet, and peaceful up there. (Phone off, June 21st, 11:38 PM)

The night is still as quiet as ever, the lights still as bright as ever. How many men and women are making love tonight? And my wife? What is she doing now? My mind wanders again, my thoughts turning dark and lingering. Has her private passage, meant for me, already been ravaged by someone else? I try to control my thoughts, but many ideas keep popping up. If that's really the case, will the secluded path I've traversed still be as tranquil as before? Has the peach blossom cave I've passed through become a frequent haunt? And the slippery fleshy path... never mind, too many random thoughts are torture. Sleep, sleep until dawn. Looking at the time, it's already 12:08 AM. Is she asleep?

A busy day had surprisingly lessened my longing for my wife. By the time I got home, all the lights were on in other homes. Nighttime is a time that inspires endless fantasies. After days without release, I felt a little uncomfortable, and the floodgates of desire were opening. What was she doing?

I dialed those familiar numbers again. My wife's voice was gentle, even slightly provocative: "Honey, we've arrived in Fenghuang Ancient Town. We'll be spending the night here." Her voice trailed off, as if she wanted to say something more. "

Anything else?" I asked urgently. I knew she had something she couldn't say directly. I understood—it was the kind of thing I both feared and inexplicably hoped would happen.

My wife's voice was a little hesitant. Last night, we stayed at a hotel in the mountains. That guy from Hangzhou took advantage of me, but I didn't let him. He said he wanted to be with me, but he couldn't have me, and it was frustrating. My silence made her a little uneasy. Actually, he's a very good man. Honey, don't be angry. Suddenly, I felt an uncontrollable urge, and my voice trembled. Just let things be. If it's true, you can open your phone and take advantage of someone; that's a euphemism for a man taking advantage of a woman. What does my wife mean by saying that the guy from Hangzhou took advantage of her? Waiting is torture. That night, my wife called. I answered, but there was no sound. I held my breath and listened intently: it was hard to hear clearly.

Listening closely, I could hear a faint, almost imperceptible, swishing sound.

After a while, I heard a few smacking sounds, clearly kissing.

Suddenly, the sound became clearer; my wife must have put the phone on the bedside table.

The Simmons bed creaked with a heavy, oppressive sound, accompanied by intermittent sucking sounds. Listening to the sounds and letting my mind wander, I felt a surge of desire.

The sucking sounds were the man's muffled sucking; was Hang Nan sucking his wife's nipple?

The moans from my wife were somewhat seductive; I wondered what he was doing. Suddenly, my wife let out a soft moan—was Hang Nan's penis inside her? As I speculated, a pang of heartache gripped me; this passage that should have been mine was now filled with another man's penis.

Unconsciously, my own penis hardened .

"Is mine big?" "You're so tight down there," came Hang Nan's heavy breathing.

The sounds weren't loud; I practically pressed my ear to the phone.

I could vaguely hear their rapid breathing, mixed with… the sounds of flesh colliding, and the rhythmic creaking of the Simmons bed.

My blood rushed to my head, and my penis was rock hard. I never imagined listening to my wife having sex with someone else would be so stimulating.

"Mmm...ah...oh...mmm...oh..." My wife's moans were distorted from the thrusting; she seemed to be really enjoying Hang. Hang's breathing was also like a bull's, both of their breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and their moans seemed to grow louder. At that moment, I didn't know whether I was more jealous or excited.

Suddenly, all the sound stopped, followed by a busy signal. I tried calling back, but my wife's phone was off.

What happened? In that crucial moment, I was so anxious I wanted to rush to Zhangjiajie. I frantically dialed again, but the phone was off. Lying in bed, unable to sleep, the thought of my wife rolling around in bed with another man filled me with immense pain. But honestly, there was also a sliver of pleasure and excitement, and my penis was consciously hardening.

Touching my genitals, I couldn't fall asleep. A sense of emptiness welled up inside me. I checked the time; it was 10:58 PM. When the phone rang again, it was already the next morning. My wife's voice sounded tired yet playful. "Honey, I'm sorry, my phone died last night." "

Are you alright?" I asked, knowing

the answer already. There was no reply on the other end.

After a few seconds, "Okay." came her short reply. "

What are your plans for today?" I tried my best to control my emotions. "

Um, I'm planning to go back to Changsha. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Oh, will you keep your phone on then?" I meant it; my wife understood. "

Oh, but the tour guide said the signal might be bad here. Honey, don't mind if it's bad." Her voice was somewhat seductive.

After hanging up, I suddenly felt a heavy, choked feeling in my heart. Was my wife still the same wife I knew? After being with another man, was she still my good wife? I didn't know. Looking out the window, it was June 24th, 8:15 AM.

Knowing that my wife and that man from Hangzhou had already done that, all I could think about at work was that. Sometimes I wonder what my wife is doing right now. Now that they've become a reality, what is she doing? I dare not think about it; my heart aches, a heavy weight is on my shoulders.

Unable to control myself, I dial those familiar numbers, but the phone is off. I dial again, and it's off again. At this moment, my wife is like a kite with a broken string, out of contact with me, while another man is with her. The thought of Hang Nan fills me with hatred. Why did he have to be in Changsha? He's the one who took my wife's body. The thought of him wantonly enjoying her makes my heart ache terribly.

At night, with all the lights on in the houses, I'm alone at home, feeling incredibly miserable. I can't reach my wife by phone. Is she alright? What are she doing with Hang Nan? I dare not think about it, yet I can't help but think. I wake up in the middle of the night with a terrible headache. I look at the clock: June 25th, 1:15 AM.

Don't pick the wildflowers by the roadside. When the phone rang again, it was already past 8 a.m. the next morning. "

Honey, you must have been so worried." My wife's voice was so sweet and playful. "

Yes, I haven't heard from you all day." I tried my best to control my emotions. "

My phone had no signal, and then it ran out of battery." Her voice was still so gentle. "My flight is at 3 p.m., you'll see me when you get home from work, do you miss me?" Her voice was a little provocative. "

What do you think?" My tone was calm. But my heart was filled with mixed emotions; my wife was finally back.

That night, I lay in bed with my wife early. I touched her smooth skin and asked about her and Hang Nan these past few days. My wife was a little shy. "Honey, will you leave me?"

"How could I?" I pinched my wife's nipple; I knew it had been sucked countless times by Hang Nan.

Then, my wife told me about her experiences in Zhangjiajie these past few days.

The date was June 20, 2006, my first day in Changsha. This morning, my husband and I were reluctant to part, and now I'm in a strange city.

This afternoon, I was strolling alone on the streets of Changsha when I suddenly received a call from an unknown number. It was Hang Nan! He said he was also in Changsha and that he and my husband had chatted online and discovered we were in the same city. At first, I didn't believe him, thinking he was joking, but his story became more and more convincing, and I gradually started to believe him. Hang Nan said he had finished his work and was originally planning to return to Hangzhou. Since I was here, it was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, so he was willing to accompany me. Since I was alone

anyway, I didn't refuse Hang Nan's offer. That evening, I called my husband and told him about Hang Nan. He seemed a little bothered, haha. "Looks like he's a bit jealous. Serves him right! He didn't come with me. We agreed to go to Zhangjiajie together, but he changed his mind at the last minute."

June 21st, today I'm taking the bus to Zhangjiajie. This morning, Hang Nan came to meet me at my hotel as agreed. I'd only seen Hang Nan video chatted with him online before.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it, and a handsome man stood there.

I was stunned for a moment; I hadn't recognized him. "It's me, Hang Nan," he introduced himself. "

Oh, it's you. Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"Aren't you even more handsome than online?" Hang Nan chuckled mischievously.

"Ha, yeah," I replied confidently. In my mind, I compared him to my husband; he was definitely more sunny and handsome.

The bus to Zhangjiajie didn't leave for another two hours, so Hang Nan and I went to the supermarket to buy some food and supplies for the trip.

Walking on the streets of Changsha, everyone seemed so rushed; it seemed only he and I were relaxed and not in a hurry at all. The world is vast yet small; yesterday I was at home, and today I'm in Changsha. Hang Nan and I didn't know each other before, but we met online and are now strolling the streets of Changsha. As I was thinking, Hang Nan suddenly grabbed my hand. This was the first time another man had held my hand since I got married, and my heart skipped a beat. Oh, we were crossing the street. Hang Nan was holding my

hand, urging me to hurry across. You know what? His hand-holding made my heart pound—it felt a bit like when we were dating.

When I called my husband at the station and told him about the hand-holding incident, he seemed a little anxious. Haha, I teased him, letting him regret it. Who told him not to come with me? Humph!

On June 22nd, Zhangjiajie truly is a magnificent scenic wonder, possessing a unique charm of western Hunan. Today we are in the Tianzi Mountain Nature Reserve, where the original, simple, and natural landscape of the Yangtze River basin from 5,000 years ago is preserved. Its natural scenery combines the grandeur of Mount Tai, the elegance of Guilin, the wonder of Mount Huang, and the peril of Mount Hua. I found Hang Nan to be very humorous. He kept calling me "beautiful lady" the whole way, and constantly telling jokes to make me laugh. Although climbing Tianzi Mountain was physically demanding, I didn't feel tired at all because I was laughing all the way. That night, Hang Nan and I stayed at a hotel on Tianzi Mountain, which was clean and quiet.

We had separate rooms, and Hang Nan came to my room to chat after taking a shower. I had also just showered; I was exhausted after a long day and felt so weak afterward that I really wanted to have a good sleep. I don't know where Hang Nan got all that energy; he talked non-stop.

As we chatted, I suddenly felt something was off about Hang Nan's gaze. While he was talking, his eyes kept glancing at me, intentionally or unintentionally. I then noticed myself; after showering, I was wearing a onesie I'd brought from home, with nothing underneath. A corner of the pajamas probably revealed my fair, smooth thighs and half my buttocks. I didn't know what Hang Nan had seen, and I felt a little embarrassed. After all, exposing my body to a man other than my husband made me feel ashamed. "

You're not wearing a bra, are you?" Hang Nan suddenly asked.

"?" I looked at Hang Nan blankly and surprised. "

That makes your figure look even better; I almost couldn't resist." Haha, Hang Nan looked at me mischievously.

My face turned bright red, and I didn't know what to do. Hang Nan stood up and said, "I should go now, beautiful, hehe."

Great! Just as I was at a loss, Hang Nan suggested going back himself.

I walked him to the guest room door, and suddenly Hang Nan turned around and hugged me tightly. Ah! I instinctively screamed.

Hang Nan's hands reached inside my pajamas from behind, pinching and groping my buttocks. "Don't do this, please don't do this!" I struggled, pushing against his chest with both hands. His pectoral muscles were so well-developed, hard to the touch.

Hang Nan let go, looking at me but unable to have him, feeling uneasy. He smiled, opened the door, and went back inside. I remained in the room, still shaken, thinking about everything that had just happened. Suddenly, I felt a surge of excitement, and my lower body seemed a little wet.

I told my husband what had happened. He was very impulsive and seemed quite angry. It took me a long time to calm him down. In the end, my husband and I agreed that if Hang Nan did anything inappropriate again, we would call him.

The next day, Hang Nan and I went to Fenghuang Ancient Town, which was like a Chinese landscape painting with rich ink and light colors. As we strolled along the stone-paved streets of the ancient town, the two... The ancient buildings along the border each embraced the terrain, standing side by side, pavilions and towers layered upon each other, like dragons soaring or fish spreading their wings. In the patter of the rain, it seemed as if the tinkling of pilgrims' leather-studded shoes echoed on the street, creating a sense of being in another world.

Hang Nan seemed to have forgotten yesterday's events, constantly telling jokes along the way, and gradually my wariness of him lessened. Actually, Hang Nan was a good man; he not only kept me company and made me laugh, but also proactively helped me carry my bags. Such kindness during the journey... Having a partner is a very pleasant thing. Looking at his muscular physique, I'm sure many women have been captivated by him.

That night we stayed at a local hotel. Because there were so many tourists, Hang and I had to make do with a standard room with two beds. Although I wasn't happy about it, there was no other way, as rooms were scarce.

I showered early the next morning and went to bed early, covering myself with a thin blanket before sleeping. Hang was incredibly energetic; after showering, he didn't sleep but watched TV.

In my sleep, I felt a hand touching me, and I slightly opened my eyes. It was Hang Nan, standing naked in front of me. My pajamas had been undone sometime during the night, and I was now completely naked in front of him. Just

as we were about to speak, Hang Nan's lips pressed against mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, sucking on it, making it hard for me to breathe. My hands struggled, and one reached for my phone, pressing the speed dial to call my husband. The call must have gone through.

Hang's hands kept stroking and kneading my breasts. His hands slowly moved down to my belly, his fingers touching my mons pubis. He gently examined my labia majora and minora, his thumb lightly sliding back and forth between my labia, his middle finger occasionally rubbing my clitoris. I felt very comfortable from his touch. His hands pressed and rubbed my perineum, and I felt a wave of pleasure spread throughout my body, my vaginal canal becoming warm and wet.

Hang's tongue roamed freely in my mouth, our tongues intertwined. He sucked on my saliva and swallowed it with relish, while his large hands gently kneaded my breasts and nipples. Soon his mouth was kissing my breasts again, kissing my snow-white breasts back and forth, occasionally using his lips to tease and tug at my small nipples.

My sense of shame seemed to be fading further and further away. I offered almost no resistance; my phone was lying to the side, and I didn't know if my husband had heard me. Morality, chastity—I had almost forgotten about them. I was rolling around in bed with a man who wasn't my husband. Hang Nan's hands were kneading my breasts, making my whole body tingle. My lower body felt empty and desperately needed his thing to fill it; I felt panicked. Hang Nan then gently pushed his penis into my vagina, first inserting it halfway in, then suddenly thrusting his hips forward, taking the entire penis inside. I couldn't tell how thick his penis was; I felt it completely filling my vagina—much thicker than my husband's.

Hang Nan's thrusting movements were gentle and rhythmic, not hurried at all. He gently pulled out his penis, then slowly and powerfully thrust it all the way in. He kneaded my breasts with both hands, making my nipples protrude. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked around my nipples, before gently sucking on them.

His sucking and licking sent shivers down my spine, while his penis, still inside me, continued its slow, rhythmic thrusting. Withdrawing, inserting, withdrawing again, inserting again. Each thrust was so gentle yet powerful, reaching the deepest point. At the same time, his tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine, sending a pleasurable sensation from deep within my vagina and into my brain.

My phone was by the bed. Was it on? Did my husband hear everything? What would he do? I didn't know. Suddenly, I felt I should turn the phone off. If it was off, my husband wouldn't hear, and maybe I could enjoy sex more freely. I struggled to reach for my phone, turned it off, and tossed it aside.

Hang's penis moved left and right, up and down inside my vagina, making me feel hot all over. Slowly, I felt that every time his penis went deep inside, his glans seemed to touch something deep inside my vagina, like an electric shock. I would shudder, which felt very comfortable. This went on and on, and I gradually felt more and more comfortable. My breathing became rapid, and it seemed that there was more and more water in my vagina. I felt light and airy. At this time, I realized that he was indeed different from my husband.

His penis continued to thrust in and out rhythmically, each stroke gentle yet powerful, reaching the deepest point. Each time it plunged deep inside, my body would involuntarily tremble, a sensation indescribably pleasurable. Without realizing it, I reached out and gripped his arm tightly. He seemed to sense this and gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. My pleasure intensified, and the fluid inside my vagina increased, overflowing with each thrust. So good, so good! I released my grip on his arm and embraced his buttocks, involuntarily lifting them to match his thrusts. He thrust in forcefully, and I raised my buttocks to meet him.

I felt as if my vagina had widened. I only wanted his penis to thrust harder, faster, deeper. I held him tightly as he thrust more and more forcefully, and my pleasure intensified with each rapid, powerful stroke. My breathing became increasingly rapid, and the fluid inside my vagina gushed out like a torrent, flowing onto the bed and wetting my buttocks. The harder he thrust, the deeper he penetrated, the more pleasurable it felt. Streams of vaginal

fluid flowed out, and waves of pleasurable sensations spread from deep within my vagina throughout my entire body. My vaginal canal seemed to be widening, and I couldn't feel the intensity of his penis; it felt as if it were very, very small. I couldn't tell whether my vaginal canal was widening or his penis was shrinking. I squeezed my legs together tightly—wow! It felt so good. We were both drenched in sweat. The faster he thrust, the faster my hips writhed. Every stroke of his was so powerful, hitting my G-spot. My body trembled, as if I were being electrocuted. I really wanted to keep his penis inside me, all the way to the hilt, and never pull it out. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his thrusts became stronger and stronger. I had never felt so happy before. I felt like I was drunk, light and airy, like I was dreaming. I was so confused, I couldn't tell which way was which, or where I was. I completely forgot that I was having an affair with another man.

He made me feel so comfortable and at ease that I really didn't want him to stop. I wanted this feeling to last forever. This comfort, this sense of peace, was simply indescribable. His penis was like a piston, thrusting wildly. I, lost in the moment, arched and lifted myself beneath him, my buttocks swaying like a sieve. I felt like I was floating, as if I had suddenly plummeted from a great height. My mind went blank, as if I had touched a 380-volt voltage. A powerful surge of heat shot into my hole, and at the same time, a most comforting warmth spread from the deepest part of my vagina throughout my entire body. I reached an unprecedented orgasm. Hang Nan was like a pile of mud, unable to move on top of me. I don't know how long it was before my floating mind returned. Hang Nan got off me, and I felt that my lower body was soaking wet.

When everything calmed down, I looked at the man lying next to me. My God, what had I done? I had actually made love with this man who wasn't my husband. My body had never been touched by any man other than my husband, but today I never thought I would do this. But I didn't hate Hang Nan that much. Our first tryst brought me to the peak of pleasure, to an unprecedented climax. I felt a certain attraction to him, even a little bit of liking him. I thought: if he asked me to have sex, I wouldn't refuse.

Hang Nan asked me: "How do I compare to your husband?" "Not bad, right?"

I retorted, angrily: "How do you know my husband isn't as good as you?"

He hugged me and said: "Definitely! Seeing how excited you were just now, I knew your husband probably never gave you this feeling, right?" He looked at me, expecting my answer, but I looked back at him, unable to utter a single word. Yes, in all the years of our marriage, my husband had never given me what true pleasure was, never such a wonderful feeling as tonight. I truly didn't know a man could make a woman so happy, so ecstatic. Sigh! If only he were my husband, I would make him happy day and night, that would be wonderful!

Unconsciously, I drifted off to sleep, but was awakened by a wave of pleasure and an orgasm. It was Hang Nan; he was on top of me, his large penis thrusting in and out of my vagina, each stroke hitting the very bottom. Strong currents of pleasure surged from the deepest part of my vagina, coursing through my entire body. I clung to him tightly, clamping my legs together and lifting my hips, moving them up and down and side to side. This undulating motion felt incredibly good, and I became even wetter.

Hang Nan kissed my lips passionately, then slipped his tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining. That night, we made love relentlessly until dawn on the morning of June 24th. The night's activity had left my genitals a little swollen. I then remembered my husband; I wondered how he was doing after I turned off my phone last night. I called him; it seemed he already knew what had happened. He sounded relatively calm on the phone, and I lied to him, saying my phone was dead. Just then, Hang Nan leaned closer. He spread my legs apart with his hands, and his lips were aimed at my opening. He sucked hard, swallowing the lustful fluid that flowed out of my mouth. He then stuck his tongue into my vaginal opening and licked it desperately. Then he spread my labia majora and gently licked my clitoris back and forth with his tongue, making my whole body tremble. It felt so good.

I was losing control. My phone call with my husband was interrupted, and I was afraid he would find out what was happening, so I tried my best to restrain myself. But Hang was cunning; he deliberately tormented me, gently caressing my labia, his tongue softly sliding back and forth between my labia, the tip rubbing against my clitoris. I finally managed to hang up, by which time I was completely aroused.

I realized how strong Hang was; his pectoral muscles were so developed, his chest broad, his waist thick—truly a bear's waist and back, muscles bulging everywhere, nothing like a southerner. His penis was incredibly long, thick, and round, truly like the cock of a stud bull, the glans like a giant mushroom head. It was this huge penis that brought me to the brink of ecstasy, giving me an unprecedented orgasm.

Suddenly, Hang Nan flipped over and straddled me. He gripped his thick, long penis and rubbed it back and forth between my breasts. He seemed impatient, and with his grip, he prepared to penetrate my vagina. I was very excited, my vagina was wet and empty, and I had been waiting for his penis.

My legs were wide open, and I could feel his glans pressing against the entrance of my vagina. But he didn't rush in. His glans slowly moved in and out at the entrance of my vagina. With each slow movement, his glans gradually entered my vagina. Then, he lifted my buttocks with both hands and thrust forward forcefully. His penis was already more than halfway inside. I felt a slight swelling in my vaginal canal, but it didn't hurt at all. He thrust in and out a few times, and then the entire penis was inside my vagina.

My vaginal canal was completely filled by his huge penis. He began to thrust slowly, gently yet powerfully, each stroke penetrating deep into my core. I felt incredibly good. He then used his lips to suck and pull at my nipples, licking around them with his tongue. After a while, he put his tongue into my mouth and stirred it around. I felt lightheaded, and my vaginal canal was constantly leaking fluid. My hands involuntarily wrapped around his waist, and my buttocks swayed from side to side and up and down with the thrusting of his penis. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I unconsciously let out soft moans. My vaginal canal was widening, and I squeezed my legs tightly together, almost unable to feel the intensity of his penis. I thought to myself, if only his penis were a little thicker, it would probably feel even better. My breathing became increasingly rapid, and his thrusting became faster and faster, each stroke penetrating deep inside. I gripped Hang Nan tightly, gripping him tightly, because I felt so good, especially when his large penis powerfully penetrated to the deepest point. My body trembled as if electrocuted. My mind and body felt as if they were floating in mid-air, one orgasm after another, reaching three in a row. This continuous orgasm made me feel like I was dying of pleasure, and it also made me lose consciousness. I didn't even know when he put my feet on his shoulders. I only saw him panting and using all his strength for a final sprint. He thrust hard, his large thing penetrating to the very end. With each thrust, my whole body would involuntarily tremble a few times, and I would moan incessantly with each orgasm. I gripped his sweaty arms tightly.

Then, a warm stream rushed into my hole. Hang lay on top of me like a dead pig, motionless. He was exhausted, and I was also utterly drained from four orgasms. I gently stroked the sweat from his body, and he got off me and lay down on the bed. Neither of us said anything. We didn't go anywhere that day, staying in the hotel room. We ignored the beautiful scenery of Zhangjiajie and the enchanting beauty of Fenghuang Ancient Town, focusing instead on indulging in the pleasure of sex.

I deliberately turned off my phone that day because I didn't want it to disturb my enjoyment. At that moment, I completely forgot about my husband and family, surrendering my body entirely to the man before me.

I didn't call my husband until the next day, lying to him again that there was no signal. I was supposed to fly home that afternoon, and Hang and I were reluctant to part in the hotel. Hang buried his head between my legs, sniffed, and said, "Look how fragrant your juices smell!" Then he stuck out his tongue and licked my clitoris with the tip. I trembled all over from his licking. He then mounted me in a 69 position and used his hands to spread my breasts and caress them. His fingers occasionally pressed against my clitoris and gently rubbed it. Then he told me to lick his penis with my mouth. I obediently grasped his thick, long penis with my hand and passionately took it into my mouth. You know, I rarely do this to my husband at home, but Hang Nan is different.

Hang Nan then moved his penis in and out of my mouth, and I licked his glans with my tongue. At this moment, the desire in my heart burned more and more fiercely, and my vagina felt like it was opening and closing. I couldn't help but say: Stop it, just put it in already!

Hang Nan turned around, grasped his large penis, and thrust it forcefully into my already open opening. At that moment, I didn't find his action rough at all; on the contrary, I felt it was very exciting. As soon as his large penis entered my vagina, I immediately felt full. He thrust in and out, in and out. I also moved my hips to match him. His large penis thrust in and out of my hole, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right. Soon I reached orgasm, but Hang Nan didn't ejaculate. He continued to thrust. Then, I felt more and more comfortable, with orgasms one after another. I hugged Hang Nan tightly, moving my hips vigorously. His movements became faster and more intense. I bent my legs, raised them, and hooked them tightly around his body, trying to meet him. Water gushed from the cave, and I groaned, my body trembling violently, as if floating on clouds, my soul adrift. Suddenly, the convulsions stopped; he had ejaculated. I closed my eyes, lost in blissful ecstasy. The parting at

the airport was cruel. Although I had only spent a few days with this man, I was already completely conquered by him. Watching Hang Nan's departing figure, I silently murmured in my heart: Hang Nan, I love you!

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