[From Innocence to Sexual Depth: My Wife's Sexual History During Her Study Abroad] (01-02) Author: asuka00

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. Today, let's talk about my wife's time studying abroad. The story is 80% true, the events and
materials are all from subtly getting information out of my wife and secretly looking at her computer photos and chat logs. My wife has good habits;
she likes to keep a diary, and her photos are stored in folders by date. Plus, she's relatively simple-minded and
doesn't know how to fake things like D drive papers or other materials, haha.

First story—My First Love,

the Class Monitor. My wife studied Tourism and Hotel Management abroad. Just hearing the name is ambiguous and vague. Moreover, there were more girls than boys in
her class, especially Asian boys; I guess most of the boys studied science
to immigrate. I saw my wife's graduation photo; too many of her female classmates were unattractive. My wife, at 165cm
tall, with a 36D bust, fair thighs, and a cute, Japanese-style face, was hard not to be the target of attention from males
from all over the world .

My wife had a boyfriend when she was studying in a language school in China. However, my wife was very young at that time, only 16
years old. Because her family lived near the school, she had always lived at home, a typical innocent
and well-behaved girl. So, according to my wife, although she and her first boyfriend had a very good relationship, she didn't lose her virginity
to him because she was afraid of her parents. I've seen photos of my wife taken at school. Back then,
she dressed in a sweet, Japanese style. She had long, flowing hair with bangs, wore a pure white lace knee-length dress
, white stockings with pink patterns on her slender legs, and pink ballet flats. At that time,
her bust was already the envy of her classmates, standing high above the lace-buttoned neckline. Countless boys must have
caught glimpses of her fair breasts when she bent down to organize her books. Perhaps her still-pink
areolas were even bulging out, enough to make naive young boys flock to the boys' restroom for a
quickie.

My wife's first boyfriend was the class monitor; indeed, a top student is good at flirting. My wife is a bit slow and
has . In her language class, she often asked the class monitor for help, and the two of them gradually
developed feelings for each other. Coupled with the intense pursuit from her classmates, my wife, inexperienced in love, quickly succumbed and became the class monitor's
girlfriend. My wife was with her first love for almost two years, but then he finished his exams and went to the United States,
and their relationship ended. I kept pestering my wife to tell her what that boy had done to her, but she remained
tight-lipped . Perhaps she felt that her first love was beautiful and didn't want to relive those sordid moments and ruin
the memories of her first love. However, one time my wife came home drunk, and while I was having sex with her, I took the opportunity to get some information
out of her. With each vaginal contraction, she sobbed and told me about the various ways her first love had taken advantage of her.

My wife and that boy definitely didn't sleep together. But, that was all. Because of my wife's repeated
denials and firm statements, that boy never managed to take my wife's precious hymen. However, according to my wife,
that guy had touched her entire body. My wife attends a language school at a university. The university
is very large , and many classrooms and buildings are empty for a considerable time, providing this
passionate young couple with a perfect playground. The class monitor is also a stocking fetishist and often orders my wife to wear various
short skirts and stockings for him. In winter, he would coax and trick her into wearing a woolen pleated skirt with two pairs
of thick spring and autumn stockings, refusing to let her wear fleece-lined leggings. This was all so he could sit
next to my wife in the classroom and reach out to touch her genitals. Because they sat in the last row,
no one could see the guy being so daring. Later, I also had my wife dig out the stockings and pleated skirt she bought for school.
She wore two pairs of gray stockings, which were still quite thin, and they made her thighs feel smooth and fleshy. My wife confessed
that several times, the boy even unbuttoned her two layers of pantyhose, pulled down her panties, and started touching her vulva right there in the classroom
during class. The poor woman was so aroused she was completely disoriented and could only
pretend to have menstrual cramps while lying on her desk. The class monitor even pulled out his fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid, and made her
lick them clean.

Later, my wife said the most perverted incident happened one summer. University students were already on summer vacation,
but the students preparing to study abroad were still at school reviewing for exams. The school was deserted. One evening,
the class monitor mysteriously took my wife to the North Building. He took her to a
classroom on the top floor; the entire building was empty except for the two of them. The class monitor
locked both the front and back doors after bringing my wife into the classroom. Then he sat down and made my wife spread her legs and sit on his lap. That day, my wife was wearing
a sailor skirt, two pairs of black lace stockings, and Converse sneakers. The squad leader took off my wife's sneakers, massaged
her small, size 36 feet, and they French kissed for half an hour. He even unhooked her bra and let her suckle. The squad leader,
a large, burly man, would bite her nipples when he got excited. My wife was scared and in pain, but dared not
cry out, only weakly patting his chest with her small hands. The squad leader became even more excited, picked up my slender
wife , and carried her to the podium. He ordered her to kneel under the podium, unbuckled his belt, took out his already hard
penis, sat on the podium, and made her perform oral sex on him. At that time, it was my wife's first time performing oral sex on a man, and she
didn't know how at all. The squad leader told her to open her mouth wide and not move, then held her head and shoved his smelly penis
into her cherry-like mouth. My wife said that at that moment, she felt like she could hardly breathe; her brain was lacking oxygen, and
her body was beyond her control, allowing the squad leader to thrust in and out while holding her head. After the squad leader
finished his first round of release and withdrew his penis, my wife finally caught her breath. Then, the squad leader demanded that she lick his penis
and scrotum. My poor wife, kneeling on the ground, had numb and aching legs. While she was
licking him, the squad leader wasn't idle either; he reached inside her collar and squeezed her soft, elastic
breasts like rubber balls (my wife's words: when she took a shower that night, she found both breasts were
bleeding from being squeezed). His right foot, with its shoe off, was also rubbing my wife's anus and
vagina .

After another 20 minutes, the squad leader felt he was about to ejaculate. He stood up, grabbed my wife's head, and shouted, "
Open your mouth!" trying to penetrate her mouth. Unexpectedly, he ejaculated before even inserting his penis. My wife hurriedly offered her...
Opening her mouth was useless; the throbbing penis ejaculated streams of white semen, a small portion going into her
mouth , the majority landing on her face, neck, and bangs. It was her first time experiencing a normal
man's semen, and the pungent smell almost made her vomit. She gagged, trying to spit out the semen
, but the squad leader patted her head, saying, "Don't spit it out, drink it all." Reluctantly, she swallowed it all,
tears welling in her eyes. Hearing this, I asked her why she didn't refuse the squad leader's perverted humiliation.
She said that she had already refused his request to sleep with her, and felt indebted to him.
Also, it was her first love, and she thought that dating involved these kinds of things (that's what the squad leader had instilled in her).
Where can you find such a naive wife!

Later, the class monitor went even further, taking my wife to various outdoor sex sessions on campus. My wife gradually
got used to the monitor's abuse and told me that later, when the monitor made demands, she would change into a comfortable,
easy-to-wash dress at home beforehand and tie her hair up to accompany him, so as not to be sprayed all over like last time, and have to wash herself in
the toilet for a long time before daring to go home.

Tsk tsk!

Part Two - Humiliating Rental

This part has no explicit content and is mainly foreshadowing.

After a year and a half of studying in a language class in China, my young wife finally got enough
IELTS score (she took it several times, a cute but academically challenged girl...) and went to study at a university in Southern California, majoring in
Tourism and Hotel Management. At this time, my wife was 17 years old, and it was the first time she had traveled far away by herself. As we
exited Los Angeles airport at dusk, in the dazzling, ambiguous glow of the Lost City of Angels,
a petite, fair-skinned girl with a cute ponytail and a pink knee-length babydoll dress, like
a frightened little rabbit, stammered and managed to hail
a . This soft, fair-skinned little rabbit seemed to have
her thin fabric pierced by the masculine gaze of the dark, muscular Latino taxi driver. My wife's face flushed instantly, and she gently closed
the car door, her small hands instinctively wrapping around her developing, plump breasts
. Her slender back trembled slightly.

The taxi swayed and rattled for nearly 40 minutes. At first, my wife excitedly looked at the night view outside the window,
but later, unable to withstand the fatigue of the journey, she dozed off. "Hey! Girl~!" The Latino
driver 's rude shout startled his wife. Opening her eyes, she saw that the colorful neon lights and tall buildings around her were gone,
replaced by her rented apartment—an old, two-story building. She
had booked this apartment through her language school, but being naive, she only realized after arriving in America that the expensive
apartment was nearly an hour's subway ride from the school, and most importantly—it was in
the Vietnamese quarter. Amidst the pointing and whispering of a group of Vietnamese men in flip-flops, she struggled to drag her large
suitcase from the car, tugged at her skirt, and fearfully rushed up to the second floor. In
the mailbox by the 201 building entrance, she pulled out an envelope and retrieved the apartment key. Once inside, she quickly
locked the door and chained it, her panicked heart finally calming down slightly. My wife rented a tiny apartment with
only a tiny living room and a bedroom with a bathroom. I'd seen the photos; it looked fairly tidy. However,
my wife said the biggest problem with the apartment was the thin walls—just thick wooden planks painted over, typical
American style, but with no sound insulation.

We settled in quietly that night.

The next morning, my wife finished dressing up, ready to change into a pretty outfit for school registration. Everyone knows
the little . After much deliberation, my wife chose a sleeveless white knitted vest and a light
blue pleated mini skirt. The skirt was very short, only reaching two-thirds of the way up her thighs. She frowned and
muttered, "It's so easy to accidentally expose myself..." She thought for a moment, then pulled a pair of semi-sheer white
pantyhose drawer. She placed her right foot on the sofa armrest, pointed her chubby toes, and gently slipped the pantyhose
onto her toes, slowly rolling it up her long legs until she reached her thighs. She tossed her long, flowing hair and gently
slipped the pantyhose onto her left foot as well. Finally, she lifted the waistband, carefully smoothing out any unruly folds on her thighs,
before down her skirt and putting on the pantyhose. Her already fair and shapely legs looked even more alluring and sexy.
Suddenly, she looked up and noticed an Asian man standing on the balcony not far away, staring at her intently.
Because the building where my wife rented her apartment was U-shaped, and her room was located at the concave part, with the rooms
on either , you could see right into
her balcony and even her room from the balconies of those rooms. My wife's face flushed red instantly. She angrily slammed the curtains shut,
muttering angrily and shamefully, "Pervert!!" But as she calmed down, although her heart pounded
with anger , she also felt a surge of pride—the kind of pride that captivates men. She even vaguely felt that her
vulva, encased in white pantyhose and pinkish-blue lace panties, was slightly moist. Her calves felt
a little weak. Perhaps it was the surge of puberty hormones, perhaps it was because her vulva hadn't been sucked or licked in so long since her classmate went abroad to study,
or perhaps she just wanted it… My wife shook her head vigorously,
not daring to think any further.

She calmed herself down and ate some biscuits in her room. Then, she put on a pair of pink
high heels , looked at herself in the mirror, and saw a completely different, fair-skinned, adorable Asian woman. Satisfied with her
appearance, she forgot her earlier unpleasantness, put on her earplugs, and happily went downstairs to find the subway station she had planned the night before.

As soon as she stepped outside the building, the blinding morning sunlight made her squint. She squinted,
only vaguely hearing a group of boys speaking Chinese. Once her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she looked closely and saw four Chinese boys standing
opposite her . Seeing such a beautiful young woman coming down from the building, the four boys froze,
stopped talking, and stared intently at her. Her face flushed again. Suddenly, her head buzzed,
because she saw that the boy who had been watching her change into her skirt and stockings from the balcony was now standing among the four boys.
She felt her face burning hot. She wanted to run, but felt unable to move her legs. As

she lowered her head, trying to slip away, one of the boys spoke first: "Hey, beautiful, are you Chinese too?"
"We're going to XX University. Looks like you're going there too, right? Which university are you at?" Upon hearing this, my wife
almost fainted. These four guys were going to the same university as her… Although she was both embarrassed and scared, her
usual single-minded, obedient nature, cultivated at home, resurfaced. Instead of leaving,
she answered them truthfully, saying she was going to the same university as them and was also going to register. The guys and their friends were visibly excited
to hear the pretty girl was going to the same university as them. They excitedly invited my wife
to ride with them to the university, telling her not to take the subway, as these rich kids had just rented an F150 Raptor.
They wanted to show it off in front of the pretty girl. In the car, my wife learned the guy's name; she called him
"Brother Song," and he was the son of a government official in some city in China.

(To be continued)

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