[Beautiful Bubbles' Blissful Sexual Life]

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"The Complete Collection of Beautiful Bubble's Blissful Sexual Life"

The thrill of that moment after passion transforms into colorful bubbles. Every time I recall it, my heart and body

feel a restless stirring, stimulating my most sensitive spots. These desires, after love, transform into beautiful

bubbles, infinitely alluring!

I am Beautiful Bubble, married to my husband for two years. Because I'm more than ten years younger than him, he

has always pampered me like a child. I'm completely dependent on him; he taught me many things,

including how to enjoy sex.

After graduating from university, I came to the city where I live now, and in the lonely days without friends or family,

I would chat online after work. Three months later, I met my current husband. He

was working in another city at the time. After chatting online for half a month, he specially flew over to meet me. That night, we

sat on the beach until dawn. At that time, I was really still very naive. Although

I had , I always carefully protected my body. But that day was strange. He

embraced kissing my neck and lips passionately. Then he slipped his hands inside my bra, kneading my

breasts, which had never been touched before. I didn't resist at all. In that moment, I forgot the time, forgot we were on the beach.

I felt waves of heat gushing from my denim shorts; I even thought it was vaginal discharge. It wasn't

until he lifted me up and touched my crotch that he laughed and said, "You're amazing, your jeans

are soaking wet." My face immediately turned bright red.

Seeing my blush, he seemed a little flustered. I told him, "I'm still a virgin, my breasts have never

been touched by a man before." A hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he didn't touch my genitals again. He just

lay on my lap, sucking on my sensitive areas until dawn. For a virgin, it was an

unparalleled feeling.

The first time a man treated me so lightly, letting him freely play with my body,

I've always loved the feeling of being sucked by a man, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully. Now, whenever a man uses his mouth, my body goes

limp, and I'm completely at his mercy. Looking back, I think I was born for sex.

That time, my husband didn't take my virginity. After dawn, he took me home and rushed back to

the city where he works. But having tasted sex for the first time, I couldn't sleep peacefully anymore. I felt my body come alive,

out of control. In the quiet of the night, I always longed for a pair of hands to

grab them, to suckle them hard. The worst part was that my genitals were never dry; there was always a warm

, ambiguous-smelling fluid flowing out. I kept wiping it with my hands, but I couldn't dry the glistening

fluid; instead, it made my clitoris throb. My heart began to flutter restlessly, feeling an intense itch, a strong

desire craving something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. So I imitated my husband's

actions from that day and masturbated. In the days leading up to my second meeting with him, this was how I spent my nights.

But then I made up my mind that next time we met, I would give him my virginity completely, letting him

do as he pleased. One day, half a month later, I received a call from him: "Girl, I'm in X city this afternoon, do you want to see

me?" I said, "Yes, I want to..."

(II)

I was originally an extremely traditional woman. I believed in feelings and even more in fate. Before tasting the forbidden fruit, I stubbornly insisted

on upholding a promise: "Once in a lifetime, once for a lifetime." To love only once in a lifetime, and to cultivate this

one love for a lifetime (of course, "love" here also includes the sexual partner). But at that time, I didn't

know that when primal desire surges like a raging tide, any promise can crumble in an instant. So

when I decided to give myself to him, I was mentally prepared that we would become strangers after one night

. After all, how many women truly marry the man who takes their virginity?

After receiving his call that day, I began to carefully prepare for our meeting. Because I have a naturally baby face, people often asked me if I was 16 after graduating

from university . So, on the day we first met, I deliberately dressed

older, putting my long hair up in a bun. At the time, it was just to make myself appear more mature, since he was more

than ten years older than me, and I was afraid he would see me as a child.

This time, I wanted him to see the most authentic me. In my heart, I had decided that this day would be the

day I lost my virginity, so I wore a red polka-dot tank top, and my hair

was loosely tied into two small braids behind my ears. At that time, I always thought that once I became a woman, I

couldn't dress like a little girl anymore.

At 3 pm, he called to tell me he had arrived. Without hesitation, I told him my address and told him to come

directly to my house. I still remember the surprised look on his face when I opened the door. What bothered me at the time was that I

couldn't understand whether his expression was one of liking or something else, but

I felt his undisguised gaze making my face burn. He suddenly pinched my

cheek and said, "I thought I'd come to the wrong place. I've never seen a girl blush so easily, haha

." "You really look under 18."

God knows how much I regretted my attire after hearing him say that. (At that time, I thought men

liked sexy, mature, and feminine women. Later, my husband told me that he loved how I looked that day, and my

shy blush made him feel weak all over except for one part. Later I learned

that men over 30 prefer younger girls, ^-^) We chatted idly that day,

and he didn't even touch me once until we finished dinner. I was in a daze, longing for him to hug me, kiss me, grab my breasts, and suck my nipples

like . But since he didn't take the initiative, I

didn't dare to express these desires. I tried hard to control myself, but I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together tighter and tighter. I

thank God; it started raining heavily around 10 PM, finally giving me a reason to let him stay.

As I hoped, he sheepishly said he wanted to stay the night. Hiding my

joy, I said I was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, so I went to take a shower first. That day, I showered much slower than usual,

washing my nipples and genitals over and over again. I was really looking forward to him caressing me. I changed into...

I was wearing a light pink nightgown without a bra underneath, and my hard nipples stood erect through the fabric. Looking

back I always feel like I was the one seducing him, but my husband says I'm just a naturally charming woman.

That night was unforgettable. Lying in bed with a man for the first time naturally filled me with complex emotions: shyness,

fear , excitement, and above all, anticipation. At first, he just gently kissed me, stroked my head, and told me

to sleep. I thought maybe I was just overthinking things, so I tried hard to fall asleep, but I tossed and turned

and couldn't sleep. I could clearly feel that my underwear was wet. Perhaps because my

bottom kept bumping into him when I turned over, he couldn't resist anymore. Suddenly, he pulled me

tightly kissed me passionately. Finally, the hands I longed for began to slide from my back to my breasts. I

had forgotten where I was; how I wished he wouldn't stop! When his hand touched

the base of my thigh, I tensed up, my legs stiffening, awkwardly wriggling in response to his caresses. At that moment, I forgot all shyness

and promises; all I knew was that I wanted more.

He whispered in my ear, "I love you."

I actually replied, "I love you too."

He seemed even more excited, kissing me incessantly.

Then he stopped, saying, "Sweetie, go to sleep, don't tire yourself out."

His hand left my body, and he lay quietly beside me. But I wanted, I desperately

wanted someone to love me. So, my next action finally led me to lose my virginity. At first,

he was very gentle, afraid of hurting me, but after the initial pain subsided, I began to demand more, until

we were both exhausted.

My actual loss of virginity was actually very short. Although there wasn't much foreplay or a particularly exciting process

, I later learned that it was mainly because my husband was afraid of hurting me and felt sorry for me. What touched me was that my

husband had treasured the handkerchief with my virginity blood on it, keeping it in

a beautiful box. Later, my husband told me that he had decided to marry me after that day.

Besides the initial attraction evolving into love, it was also because I was his virgin, and he thought I would be a

woman with a unique sense of fun and enjoyment of sex. At that time, I never imagined that this man who doted on me would allow me

to enjoy even more sexual bliss. From then on, my life became exciting, like many colorful bubbles letting me

enjoy the infinite beauty of sex.

(III)

In my childhood memories, my home only had my mother, no father. Although

a , the longing for fatherly love in my childhood has always been a wound in my heart. When I gained some understanding of relationships between men and women

, I secretly decided that I would find a husband at least 10 years older than myself. I know it's

my Oedipus complex at play, so the charming man in my mind must be mature and profound.

Hehe . In our youth, everyone has beautiful dreams for the future. For me, my most beautiful dream was to have a

home, a husband who deeply loves me, who indulges me, who always gives in to me, and who treats me with gentleness

and tolerance . Happiness would then become very simple. I want to thank God for making me so lucky to marry my husband; he has given me

a wonderful experience that most couples never have.

On our second meeting, I willingly gave myself to him completely, and he left the next day. I can't find the right words to describe the torment I felt in the days

after he left . Although

the desire for sex after my first taste of forbidden fruit sometimes made me feel confused,

the anxiety and fear in my heart were almost driving me to collapse. I am no longer a virgin; he has already taken

me, so will he disappear? It was then that I realized I knew nothing about him except his name and phone

number . To my surprise, a month later, he suddenly

appeared before me and proposed. Just like that, I, not yet 21, married this

man more than ten years my senior.

In the early days of our marriage, we made love several times a day. My husband was obsessed with breasts; he insisted on

sleeping with one in each hand and one in his mouth. Of course, I enjoyed being loved like that, but at first

, I wasn't used to it. He'd touch me and I'd get wet, and once I was wet, I wanted more, so we did it several times a day. My husband

showed me that there were many positions and variations in sex. He said I was a smart

student, that I learned sexual techniques quickly.

"A woman born to enjoy sex"—that's how my husband always described me. Soon, I learned to

satisfy him with my mouth, my breasts, and my stockinged feet. I didn't just do this to please him;

I also loved seeing men go crazy for me. I enjoyed the urge to possess me,

so even if I didn't have a physical orgasm when my husband was satisfied, I experienced immense psychological pleasure.

Gradually, my hidden nature began to surface. When my husband and I are intimate, I like him to be

a little rough (of course, not to hurt me, haha), I like him to say some rough things, and I especially like him from behind

… But I know that love will eventually fade,

and what will be left after the passion? When we can imagine each other's bodies with our eyes closed,

are we just going to let time erase the love we once had? I don't want my home and my life to end

up with nothing habit and responsibility. One day, I told my husband my thoughts, and to my surprise, the next day he gave me a pair of

black shiny stockings and a pair of 12cm stilettos. It turns out that besides breasts, my husband also likes stockings, beautiful legs, and

high heels . After this reminder from my husband, I started to love sexy clothing, often secretly buying

uniforms and sexy lingerie, and then secretly wearing them to surprise him.

One day, after our passion, I lay in his arms.

He stroked my head and said, "Girl, I feel like I owe you something."

I looked up at him, puzzled.

He continued, "I always believe that women should also enjoy sex. If you've only ever slept with one

man that would be a lifelong regret, you know? Every man is different, every man's penis

is different, so naturally, the feeling of sex with each man is different. I hope you can experience more different kinds of

pleasure. Although I might feel a little uncomfortable at first, the thought of your happiness makes me happy."

Strangely, hearing his words, I didn't think at all that he didn't love me. Suppressing my nervous

excitement, I asked him seriously, "Really? Will it really be different? If I get raped by someone else, will you leave

me?" I almost cried as I said this.

He laughed, "Silly girl, no, it won't happen. Your husband wants you to go out and have fun, how could he leave you? Besides, you

're a woman born to enjoy sex. Hiding you at home wouldn't be harming you. Go out and have fun, your husband

will be waiting for you to come back happy."

After this conversation, my husband often encouraged me to meet outstanding men. Six months after our marriage, a

friend I'd known online for four years (this friend was from Hong Kong) was coming to mainland China on a business trip and wanted to invite me to dinner. When my husband found out, he

strongly supported me going to meet him and told me to cherish this opportunity and enjoy it. I remember that day

my husband drove me to the hotel where my online friend was staying. Before going up, I suddenly felt very sad and started crying. I kept

saying, "I want to go home, I don't want to go anymore, I want my husband to be my only man." My husband wiped away

my tears and said, "You'll regret it if you don't go. Besides, I'm already your only one. You gave me your first time

. Forget about your husband completely these few days and enjoy yourself. You're amazing, he'll be obsessed with you.

I'll wait for you to come back happily at home." After saying that, he drove away. I watched his car drive further and further away,

and finally I mustered up the courage to enter the elevator...

(IV)

Married life is like a process of getting used to things, and also like a process of changing habits. Whether it's "

habit " or "change," we always feel a little helpless. When love is sublimated into kinship, does sex

also become a responsibility? Naturally, we quickly get used to changing some habits. "Fate is like rape, if you ca

n't resist, you might as well enjoy it." I really like this metaphor. In fact, we are just trapped in a web we have woven for ourselves

. Many members ask me if we will still be as loving as before after I have a relationship with someone else

. I want to say that my husband lets me experience other men because he loves me, and isn't that what love is all about?

There are many ways to love, and perhaps many people don't understand, but the important thing is that I'm happy, and my husband wants me to be happy!

My second man was a Hong Kong man I met online when I first started university. I called him Hua, and

he was nine years older than me. Because of work, he never came to the mainland to see me in four years, but we talked on the phone

for at least , and that continued after we got married. Every time I talked to him on the phone, my husband would

sit quietly to the side without saying a word. He said that when I was being a little temperamental with him, having a male confidant to comfort me was

a very good thing, because when two people have a conflict, the opinions of an outsider are always more

convincing .

I was very nervous when I met Hua, and my face turned bright red. I

should , but perhaps it was because I was always thinking about something happening between us from the beginning. Hua was

a somewhat reserved man, wearing silver-rimmed glasses that made him look very refined, pretty much

what I had imagined. I'm usually a very outgoing person, and I talk a lot when I'm happy, but that day I was so nervous I

couldn't say a word. Hua, on the other hand, was much more talkative than he was on the phone. We went out for dinner together and returned to the hotel

, chatting until after 11 p.m. He didn't seem to want anything to happen between us and remained very polite throughout.

(To be honest, I was a little annoyed. Why are all the men I meet like this? Haha.) He knew

I lived in a neighboring city, and it was unlikely I'd be going home so late. He'd booked a deluxe room,

but thankfully he wasn't stupid enough to suggest getting me another room. ^_^

That night was just like the night I lost my virginity. I was lying in bed with another man, and he was pressed tightly against

the edge of the bed , seemingly trying to keep his distance. What was annoying was that after a few minutes, I could hear him snoring softly. I

was so frustrated. Was I really that unattractive? Actually, when a man and woman are in bed together, it's often the woman who starts

having wild thoughts . The more he kept his distance, the more I wanted to see him

go crazy for me, but I didn't know how. He was easily startled awake; if I moved even slightly, he

'd immediately wake up and look at me. I was so restless that I couldn't stay still.

After I woke him up several times, he actually moved closer and gently hugged me from behind, saying, "You can sleep peacefully."

He was so clueless; how could I possibly fall asleep with him hugging me like that? I turned to face him. He

kept his eyes closed, while I stared at him with my eyes open. He probably sensed it and opened his eyes too. We were very

close , close enough to hear each other's breathing.

We stared at each other for a long time before he suddenly pulled me close and kissed me forcefully, almost as if he wanted to destroy me.

I responded, our tongues entwining in our mouths, but I realized he seemed to completely ignore my

response caring about taking from me. His hands kept stroking my back but never moved to my chest

. At that moment, I felt something warm and salty flow from his lips into my mouth.

I was shocked—he was crying!

He buried his face in my hair, murmuring, "I don't want this. I don't want you to

think I came to see you just to have your body. I don't want this. Why did you get married? Why didn't I

make time to come sooner…?"

I seemed to realize what was happening, and a strange sense of guilt washed over me, but I didn't know what to say

or what to do. He kept repeating those same few words while crying. I leaned over and hugged him, gently

telling him, "But I want it." He finally erupted, tearing off my bra and panties with almost tearing force,

and frantically pinned me beneath him. His desperate possessiveness gave me unprecedented pleasure. Although

there was still a trace of pain in my heart, I really loved how a man would go crazy for me like that, giving his all for me.

We didn't sleep that night, making love non-stop. The successive orgasms left me completely exhausted, and in the end, I was

practically sprawled on the bed, letting him do whatever he wanted. The sheets were covered in my white love fluid. From the initial enjoyment

to the final exhaustion, I had to admit that I still felt guilty towards him. Later, I told my husband

what , and my husband said that if I had met Hua first, perhaps my husband wouldn't be him. Although I didn't say anything,

I knew that might really be true, but that's fate!

The next day, Hua was leaving. Before he left, he held me tightly for a long time, unwilling to let go. Even as he was leaving, he didn't say

a word to me, only slipping a letter into my hand.

After he left, I immediately called my husband to tell him I was coming home. He said on the other end of the phone,

somewhat childlike, "Come back soon, my little one, your husband misses you so much." I rushed home

, and when I saw my husband, I cried, cried so hard, I didn't know why I was crying. My husband carried me

to the bathroom, helped me shower, and then carried me to bed before asking, "Are you happy?" I nodded. I

told my husband that when he touched my genitals while he was showering me, it hurt, and he quickly checked my penis.

It turned out that because of excessive sex, my penis was a little red and swollen. My husband, feeling sorry for me, helped me clean up while saying

, "When we go out, I'm afraid people won't care about you. I'm usually so frugal with you, how come he doesn't know how to be considerate of a woman..."

I burst into tears and told him everything that happened that night. He was a little stunned, but then quickly told me, "Don't

be sad, he must also want you to be happy." At that moment, I truly understood what happiness was.

Hua's letter to me included a note and a ring. The note read: "I

prepared . I thought you would feel my heart even without me saying anything. I thought you would wait for me

to propose, but I missed it. I shouldn't have come to see you. After seeing you, I realized I missed not only

you but also my lifelong happiness. But you must be happy, otherwise I will never forgive myself. If he

treats you badly, please tell me immediately, and I will fly to your side without hesitation."

These are all unforgettable experiences for me. I am an extremely emotional person, and even with the

men I had passionate relationships with later, I actually had feelings for them all. My husband says there are many kinds of people. Some people only love one

person in their entire lives, while others can love several people at the same time.

I am the kind of person who can feel love for many people. However, my husband is not worried about me changing my mind at all.

He says that without more love to nourish me, I would wither away.

(V)

A friend calculated that my sun sign is Aries and my moon sign is Pisces. I've

never studied astrology, and my friend explained it simply: I possess

traits of both water and fire signs, which are incompatible, making me inherently contradictory, someone who

struggles . I used to be somewhat withdrawn; I relied on my feelings to judge right and wrong, and I

lived a life that I believe is, in fact, a kind of salvation.

My husband is a Pisces, and what's always puzzled me is that

all are Geminis. I'm not someone who cares too much about appearances, and to this day

, almost all of my lovers (I really don't want to call them lovers, because I believe I loved them wholeheartedly and physically) have only met in person after

at least six months of phone conversations.

Each of them represents a deeply meaningful romance for me, while my husband is like

my brother, my friend, and my father. After a breakup, I would linger in his arms for a long time,

and he would always do his best to comfort me. The only time my husband felt threatened by our relationship was

because of a man I called Hai.

Hai is an extremely charming man, even my husband says so. My acquaintance with Hai is a secret, because

Hai went to the United States at the age of 16, and now he is almost 50 years old, has his own family, and

is a well-known engineer in Silicon Valley. To avoid potentially involving him in my writing,

I won't go into details about how we met. When I met Hai, he was 48 years old, humorous and witty.

He seemed to know everything about astronomy, geography, politics, and history, and what attracted me even more was his excellent guitar and piano playing. I

really couldn't believe I would meet such an outstanding man, and what initially attracted him was actually his

first phone call to me. I habitually answered

the phone with "Hello," so much so that he would imitate my tone every time he called me afterward. He said he was initially captivated by my voice.

Those days were very happy. Hai would call me almost every day, usually

in the middle of the night due to the time difference. Our conversations were always filled with laughter. He was originally from Taiwan,

but perhaps because he went abroad to study alone at the age of 16,

his Mandarin was excellent, without a trace of Taiwanese accent. I never told him, but

I was also captivated by his voice. My husband was very quiet during that time. Whenever I called, he would always sit quietly

beside me. After hanging up, he would occasionally joke, "Girl, in love again?" I would also

say without hesitation, "I do like him, but my husband is unique in my heart, irreplaceable."

Actually, I had been looking forward to meeting Hai for a long time, but it was too much trouble for him to travel abroad, and because he possessed

very important high-tech technology in the United States, his every trip was closely monitored by their relevant departments.

It wasn't until almost a year after we met that he was assigned to attend a conference in Shanghai, and we finally

met.

Meeting him was the only time I ever felt truly insecure. It seemed like nothing I wore or said would work, and

my husband kept laughing at me. In the end, I listened to him and wore a simple t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers,

which looked more natural. However, I was wearing a small traditional Chinese undershirt underneath my t-shirt, very Chinese-style, and I wasn't wearing

a bra. To prevent my nipples from getting hard, I wore nipple covers.

Before leaving, my husband, unusually, hugged me and said, "I'll wait for you at home. Have fun."

I sensed something was off with him and quickly said, "If you don't want me to go, I won't go."

My husband tapped my head: "Nonsense, I'm worried you'll get hurt again. Don't be too greedy and only

think about getting others to use force. You also need to consider whether you can handle it. If you get hurt again when you get back, I'll spank you."

Hai looked much younger than I had imagined, and I felt very petite next to him. He was very gentlemanly and had a great

sense of humor. Even though I was nervous and my face was flushed, I was often amused by his words. I admit I

was genuinely attracted to the man in front of me. At that moment, I thought that if we had sex, it would be me

possessing him, not the other way around. Having grown up abroad, sex came out of his mouth without any awkwardness.

It was a taboo subject, but gradually I got used to talking to him face-to-face about sex. I learned that he

hadn't (in between, there was a tragic love story of his, but it was absolutely legendary).

Hearing his story, I actually cried. I still remember what he said: "Do you know what it feels like

for a man to start waiting to die at 30? Do you know

what it feels like to miss someone every night for 30 years?" Suddenly, I felt so sorry for this man in front of me. A marriage of convenience, facing a woman who didn't love him and whom he

didn't love—that was despair. He said that no matter how unbearable life became

, he couldn't end his own life because he had parents, children, and responsibilities. So he waited, waiting for God to take pity on him and give him the opportunity to

die suddenly in an accident.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and I couldn't help but stand in front of him, letting him bury his head in

my chest and saying, "You still have me. I'm your little enchantress" (that's what he always called me).

He quickly broke free from me, grabbed my hand, and said, "Come to America with me, okay? Study there. I'll

prepare everything for you. After you graduate, you can either come back to China or stay there. If you meet someone you love

, marry him. I'll bless you."

I was stunned. I hadn't told him I was married from the beginning, but

what did his words mean? Did he want me to be his mistress? To be his sugar daddy? I shook my head: "I won't go,

but if you come to China, you're always welcome. If you want to see me, I'll definitely be there for you.

" He seemed touched by something, reaching out to pull me into his arms, gently kissing my ears and my lips.

I felt his body trembling slightly. When his hand touched my breast, he first lightly

touched it with his fingertips, then forcefully tried to grasp my entire breast in his hand. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah."

Suddenly, he pushed me down onto the bed, kissing me frantically. At that moment, I felt like I was suffocating. When he took off

my t-shirt, he discovered I was wearing a bright red undershirt underneath. He became even more excited,

nibbling lightly and forcefully at my erect nipples through the undershirt. I desperately wanted him to take things further,

but he didn't. He kept roaming his hands over my body. Only after he had completely stripped me naked did he

reach between my legs. I knew I was already soaking wet; I get wet so easily!

Then he buried his head between my legs. His oral skills were amazing; I couldn't resist the touch of his tongue

, and I couldn't help but clamp his head between my legs. I moaned loudly that day, and later I realized he really

liked my voice. He must have been very excited to hear me moan for the first time! I thought he would take me soon,

but he continued to bury his head between my legs. Because I was so disobedient, he eventually tied my feet to the corners of

the bed, preventing me from clamping my legs together. But for some reason, being touched like that by him actually

excited me. We did that for about an hour. The process was both painful and exciting. What I found

embarrassing was that I actually lost control of my bladder. Later, he brought me to orgasm using his fingers. He never actually used his penis to

have sex with me.

I had always thought that women needed sex to orgasm when they really wanted it, but this

experience showed me that some men prefer oral sex. Hai later told me that if he wasn't worried about me getting tired, he

could have used his mouth for at least two hours straight. That would have been unbearable! Although my husband often uses his mouth,

it seems to be just part of foreplay, and I always find it too much. I have to admit, I was attracted to this

man . I even longed to have sex with him many, many times, but his time was limited,

and he quickly returned to the United States.

When I got home, I told my husband I had lost control of my bladder. I could tell he was a little jealous because I had never

lost control in front of him before. He asked me sourly, "You weren't satisfied since we didn't actually do it, were you? Do you want it now?

I want you."

I love hearing men say, "I want you!" So I rolled over and straddled my husband, eager to have

sex with him, but he insisted on pinning me down. He was very forceful, even a bit rough to me.

Maybe because we hadn't actually done it with Hai, his roughness excited me. That day, he lasted a long time until

I lost control again before he finally ejaculated.

Looking back, it seems like he was venting his jealousy, but I was so happy that my usually rational husband

was jealous!

After Hai went back, we still kept in touch. He kept asking me to go to America, but because I kept

refusing , one day he left a message saying he couldn't let himself fall into another kind of pain. He couldn't win me over, so he

chose to let go. I lost contact with Hai like that.

I was very sad during those days. I even felt that I had fallen in love with Hai. Even so, I still

told and cried in his arms for a long time. My husband always comforts me with a smile: "There are many kinds of people.

After you've seen Hai's way of expressing himself, you'll understand that I let you go out to have fun so you can enjoy sex. I don't want

you to be heartbroken after going out. Time will pass, and you'll get over the heartbreak and

meet other men who will move you. You'll forget him soon.

" Actually, I've never forgotten anything about Hai. I don't know if what makes him so unforgettable is his

conversation, his knowledge, his stories, or his lips that made me lose control.

Thank you everyone for your support and appreciation of Bubble. Bubble's writing is a bit immature and verbose, so please

feel free to criticize. But more importantly, while writing, I always felt that every detail was

the most beautiful part of my memory, and I wanted to share them with everyone. I hope that men who read my words

will go home and love their wives more, and that women who read my words will

reflect more and criticize their husbands' affairs instead of criticizing them. Happiness is our wholehearted dedication, and sexual bliss is our selfless devotion. Be happy,

because it's actually very simple!!

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