【My Ups and Downs in the Sea of Desire】(01-02) Author: qian-qian

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Chapter 1: The Budding of Love

Although this idea has been brewing for a long time, sitting in front of the computer now, I still don't know how to begin. My husband has always
encouraged me to record these experiences, and I hope that my words can inspire
those , especially those sisters who are tightly bound by traditional ideas, yearning for but forced to suppress their
desire for happiness, and comforting themselves with excuses despite their unhappiness, as well as their partners. Life's
journey is both long and short. I hope everyone can cherish the time that will never return and tightly embrace
the happiness that can still be grasped.

I consider myself a very happy woman; I love life and am grateful for everything it has given me. My
name is Qianqian (this is not my real name, of course; to protect privacy, all friends in the text are pseudonyms).
I just turned 30 this year, am 168 cm tall, and weigh 52 kg. I thank God and my parents for their blessings, giving
me a beautiful face and a graceful figure. My friends envy me for being able to eat whatever I want without gaining weight and for having a pair of
36E breasts. From middle school onwards, I was never short of ardent admirers, which
gave a unique sense of superiority. I heeded my parents' teachings and never easily gave my heart away, until
the end of my junior year of college when I fell in love with my current husband, Feng. Feng was the school's heartthrob,
tall, handsome, academically excellent, and possessing numerous accolades and honors: best debater in a debate competition,
first prize in a regional university singing competition… Despite being admired and pursued by countless girls, he remained devoted to me for three years. We were
considered a golden couple by our classmates and teachers, a match made in heaven. After Feng and I started dating, one dark night, he
was beaten up by several classmates. He told me it was because of a small conflict, but I later
learned the people who beat him up were another boy who liked me.

Our love began with affection and ended with a kiss. For over a year, although I was thrilled countless times by his
touch , I always firmly guarded my last line of defense. I gave my
body when we were about to graduate from university. At that time, the school had completely lost its academic atmosphere;
every day was filled with classmate gatherings, as if the impending separation was forever. Male classmates, emboldened by alcohol, would often
tell me they had a crush on me, and some would even shout my name from outside the dormitory. That night, Feng, also
a little drunk at his classmates' gathering, kissed me passionately under the night sky in the school's small garden, caressing me and
crying, asking if I would leave him someday, and why I hadn't given myself to him for so long. Finally, in
a cheap hotel near the school costing 50 yuan a night, I gave him my virginity. My
memories of my first time are filled with ignorance, nervousness, and fear, while he was as excited as a fawn. When he finally ejaculated inside me,
he was as thrilled as a victorious general.

After graduation, Feng joined a globally renowned multinational company, and I became an
English . Less than a year after graduation, we got married. Our wedding was incredibly simple—
no house, no car. Because Feng didn't want it to interfere with his work, we didn't even take our honeymoon. He said
he'd make it up to me with a romantic honeymoon later, but I didn't care. To me, every day
with was my honeymoon. Our married life was simple and sweet. Although he was busy with work, his
love for me never diminished; he was incredibly considerate. A year later, with our parents' help, we
bought a two-bedroom apartment in the city, finally having a home of our own.

From the first time I gave myself to him, sex felt like an expression of love,
but also a responsibility and obligation. I never experienced the pleasure I found irresistible. Sometimes my
body would send signals of desire under his teasing, but ultimately, it never ignited
a stronger . So, sex seemed optional to me, but I was happy to reciprocate his every whim
, feeling it was his way of expressing his love.

Feng, however, cared more about my feelings than I did. He always asked about my experience after each sexual encounter.
I always gave him affirmative answers because I didn't want his pleasure to be affected by me. And every time he
felt great and asked me if I had an orgasm, I never knew how to answer, because I didn't know
what an orgasm was really like. Maybe I did? Because I occasionally experienced some real
pleasure . But that feeling was very different from the descriptions I found on Baidu. Later,
I saw online that different women had different experiences with orgasms, and I thought I might be one of those who didn't feel
it very strongly. Feng was very disappointed about my "not feeling strong during orgasms," and he would often download
pornographic movies online to arouse me. However, as my physical sensations became stronger, his disappointment became more and more
complete. But it didn't matter to me. I was happy doing anything with him. I liked
this simple and happy life.

Chapter Two:

The summer after my first period, Feng took his annual leave. Two years after our marriage, we finally planned our "
honeymoon trip " and boarded a flight to Kunming with excitement. After a short stay in Kunming, we headed to
our first destination, Lijiang.

We booked a well-rated guesthouse online in advance. The antique-style rooms were unique, and
the rooftop attic offered a view of the distant snow-capped mountains. Blue skies and white clouds, babbling brooks, smooth and clean cobblestone streets, and
handcrafted wooden houses tell tales of the town's rustic charm and tranquility, inviting one to slow down and savor the moment.
On my very first afternoon, I told Feng I didn't want to leave. We wandered aimlessly through the streets. That evening,
at a small bar near the guesthouse, I ordered a beer, and with the soothing sound of a saxophone, I looked at Feng and felt an extraordinary sense of happiness.

On our second night in Lijiang, as we nestled in bed, preparing to fall asleep, a woman's sobbing faintly drifted from
the next room. Just as I was wondering
what was going on, Feng suddenly sat up, pressed his ear against the wall, and smiled at me with a mysterious yet excited expression. As the sound grew clearer, I immediately understood—it was a
woman's pleasurable moans during sex. My heart pounded. The wall separating our beds was clearly
no match for the cries of pleasure; the calls, both pleading and desperate, echoed through our room.
The sounds were filled with a woman's satisfaction and pleasure. It was the first time in my life I had truly heard
someone else 's intimate moments; the sounds were electrifying. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest,
my face burning, a feverish sensation coursing through my body. Feng leaned down and embraced me, he too
seemed incredibly excited. I gently lifted my head to receive his passionate kiss. One of his hands was under my neck,
the other gripping my breast tightly, his thumb kneading my already erect nipple. I could feel
waves heat flowing from below.

"Baby, your face is so hot, do you want it?" Feng sensed my excitement.

"Yes... come in quickly."

When he entered me, a powerful pleasure surged from below throughout my body. I could feel his
penis was hotter and harder than ever before. With each rapid thrust, my breathing became increasingly rapid.
I craved even more intense pleasure, so I clamped my legs tightly around his buttocks, placed my hands on my chest, and
pinched my nipples firmly between my thumbs and forefingers.

The woman's moans grew increasingly wanton, clearly oblivious to her surroundings, completely immersed in her own
world of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, fuck me, ah, fuck me, fuck me, brother, don't stop, ah..."

Those wanton moans deeply stimulated Feng and me, and I couldn't help but cry out along with her, "Husband, ah,
harder, um," but my cries sounded so weak compared to those next door.

The pleasure below grew stronger with my cries, spurring me to gradually open my voice,
and I began to shout loudly, as if unwilling to be outdone.

"Husband, faster, harder, ah, ah," I longed for Feng to be even more intense, to make that pleasure even
stronger .

I had never cried out like that during sex before, nor had I ever said anything like that. Feng was clearly excited,
holding me tightly, his thrusts becoming even more intense. An unprecedentedly strong pleasure quickly gathered in my
vagina . Just as I was immersed in it, Feng pressed his hard penis against me, his body
trembling slightly, and he ejaculated.

I had never felt such disappointment. I so desperately wanted that feeling to last a little longer, to be stronger.
I felt that an orgasm was just around the corner.

Feng kissed me, looking at me with immense satisfaction, and said, "Baby, you were amazing today. You've never been
this wet before. Did you have an orgasm today?"

Looking at his happy and satisfied face, I didn't want to spoil his fun, but I also felt incredibly wronged. "I
don't know, maybe." I kissed him. "Go wash up and go to sleep." After

we washed up and lay in bed, the sounds from next door hadn't stopped. Feng said, "That woman is amazing. I wish you were
as sensitive as her." I said, "I'm so sleepy, let's go to sleep." He tried to hold me, but I said I wasn't
comfortable . Soon, his snoring began, but I was wide awake.

The woman next door was still moaning unrestrainedly, her wanton cries proclaiming her
pleasure and mocking me, making me incredibly envious. I quietly listened to her moans, "Ah,
ah... so good, so good, so incredibly good, ah, ah, fuck me. "

The man was also excitedly saying something, but his voice was so low that I couldn't hear him at all.

"Ah, I want it, I want it every day, I want to be fucked by you, I want to be fucked by your big cock, ah, fuck me, brother,
ah..."

Her increasingly lewd moans aroused me again. What kind of man could make him
so happy? He must be very strong and muscular. Making love with him must be incredibly pleasurable. This thought made my heart pound
again , and a warm current flowed from below. I covered her wet, hot opening with my right hand,
clamping my legs tightly together, and kneading my nipples with my left hand.

Her cries suddenly quickened, becoming urgent and suppressed. Abruptly, after a long shout, the sound
stopped abruptly , leaving only the sounds of flesh colliding violently. A few seconds later, another long
shout accompanied by rapid breathing, as if a complete release after suppression, wave after wave… My hand
began to rub back and forth below, waves of pleasure coursing through my body with each friction. I gently parted
her legs , inserting my left fingers into her already overflowing honeypot, while my right fingers flicked back and forth at her clitoris,
waves of intense pleasure spreading throughout my body with each touch of my fingertips. My breathing became increasingly rapid.

Less than half a minute after the pause, the woman's lewd sounds from next door began again. The man's voice grew
louder, and I could vaguely hear, "Is it good, baby..."

"Ah, it's good, it's so good, ah, ah, I'm going to be fucked to death by you, ah ah..."

I couldn't hear what the man said next, but I clearly heard the words "your husband..." "

Yours, ah, yours is big, brother's cock is big, ah, I want to be fucked by brother's big cock every day..."

Adultery? When those two words surfaced in my mind, a strong sense of stimulation surged into my
heart. That stimulation, along with the woman's lewd cries and my fingers rapidly flicking on my clitoris, sent even stronger
waves of pleasure into my body. Big cock, big cock, just how big is it? Is it
more comfortable to have a bigger cock inserted? At this moment, I dared not think any further, but I felt that I also wanted a
big cock inserted into my wet honey hole.

The man's breathing suddenly intensified, accompanied by low growls, "Mmm, mmm, slut...
" The woman's cries also became brief and rapid again, followed by long
moans . The man also cried out clearly at the same time, his voice filled with the same satisfaction. I knew he had
ejaculated.

The next room quieted down, but I couldn't. My fingers had precisely found that
spot that gave me unparalleled pleasure, flicking it back and forth. With each flick, the intense pleasure seemed to slowly
concentrate, gathering like a raindrop. My legs involuntarily clamped together tightly, unwilling to let it drip.
The raindrop grew larger and larger, as if it was about to burst, a drop of water about to fall... Finally, it
fell , splashing on the ground. The moment it hit the floor, an unprecedentedly intense pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. My
mind went blank for a moment. Just as I was about to come back to my senses, another drop of water fell, and my body
began to tremble... I knew clearly that I had orgasmed. This was my first time masturbating, and my first...
The intense pleasure of the second climax brought such ecstasy to my body, while my husband slept
soundly beside me.

The next day we woke up late and didn't go out, instead drinking tea on wicker chairs in the inn's courtyard. We had
just returned to our room after lunch when the sound of a man and woman opening their door next door immediately caught my attention.
I quickly put down the clothes I was about to fold, opened the door, and
casually leaned against the railing outside. I glanced at the doorway next door, and it was completely
different from what I expected. It was a man of medium build, about 1.7 meters tall, slightly thin but with a sunny and energetic air, wearing a dark
blue short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He probably noticed me too, turning his head to reveal a handsome, sunny face: a
broad forehead, an oval face, a pair of bright, piercing eyes, a straight, prominent nose, and sharply
defined features. The moment our eyes met, my heart suddenly pounded like a thief's, and
I quickly turned my head to look at the courtyard below. The woman wasn't tall either, wearing a simple short-sleeved
shirt and jeans , yet her figure was beautifully outlined. She wore a white baseball cap, and before I could even see her face clearly,
I had already turned my head away. They opened the door and went inside.

When we were about to go out in the afternoon, I saw them sitting in the courtyard. The woman had changed into a light blue
floral long dress, with a white short-sleeved top with a wide neckline, her large, white breasts almost spilling out. She
wore oversized sunglasses, but you could still tell from her silhouette that she was beautiful. The handsome man was facing the direction we came from.
He stared at me and smiled slightly. I felt very uncomfortable, so I pretended not to see him and walked out.

I spent the afternoon wandering around, buying many small things and taking many photos. That evening, we went to the bar again.
Feng ordered two bottles of beer, and I ordered a drink. Just as we were finishing ours, a man and a woman from the next table came
in and sat down not far from us. I kept glancing over there. After ordering, they started
chatting animatedly. The man was saying something that made the woman laugh constantly, occasionally playfully slapping him in
exasperation .

Not long after, he noticed us. When our eyes met, he smiled slightly at me and
nodded in greeting, which I returned. The woman seemed to see him greeting me. He lowered his head and
said something to her, when suddenly she stood up and slapped him hard on the arm. Then, staring at him, she reached out and
pinched him. He pretended to be in pain and begged for mercy. The woman sat back down, then suddenly looked up, staring at us with wide, round
eyes . Then they started playfully teasing and laughing again.

After we finished our drinks, Feng said we should go back, but I said I wanted to sit a little longer. I asked him to order a few more beers, and
we drank together. During that time, I kept stealing glances at them, and he kept glancing over too. After finishing the drinks
, we had a few more bottles, which we quickly finished as well
. Feng knew I never drank and had a low tolerance, so he said that was enough and we had to go back.

Before leaving, I went to the restroom. When I came out to wash my hands, I suddenly saw him
standing next to me in the mirror. He smiled at me and asked, "Are you leaving?"

I smiled back, but didn't know what to say, so I simply replied, "Yes."

"Where are you from?"

"S City."

"What a coincidence, we're from K City."

Our two cities are very close, less than an hour's drive apart. Before I could respond,
he asked, "Let's exchange phone numbers or QQ numbers. We also like to travel, and since we're so close,
we can travel together sometime." He spoke sincerely, then smiled at me.

Strangers often approached me before, asking for my phone number, but I never responded. This time, however,
my heart suddenly pounded with nervousness. I quickly recited my phone number, not sure
if he heard me, then straightened up and said, "I have to go now, my husband is waiting for me," and hurried away.

My face was burning hot, perhaps from the alcohol. Back in my room
, I rushed into the bathroom and took a shower. As I showered my face and body, his image kept replaying in my mind. This
made me uneasy; how could I be thinking about a stranger? What I regretted even more was
giving him my phone number.

After I finished showering, Feng went in to shower as well. After he went in, I heard the two people in the next
room .

Once Feng was in bed, I quickly snuggled into his arms. I felt an overwhelming longing; I
had already removed all my inhibitions, completely naked. Feng seemed surprised, yet also excited. As he rolled over and
pinned me beneath him, thrusting his hard penis into my already soaking wet vagina, I couldn't help but moan.

"Ah, ah... husband, harder, ah..."

Gone was my usual shyness and reserve; I cried out loudly, yearning for him to bring me to that
peak . Clearly, this change in me excited Feng, who thrust his hard penis into my vagina with all his might.

Soon after, the ecstatic moans from next door also rang out.

Feng seemed even more excited, his thrusts becoming even more violent.

Before long, the woman's lewd cries came over: "Ah, brother, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ah,
ah, you're so strong today, fuck me to death, fuck me to death..."

"So good, ah, so good, so good, your big cock is fucking me so good, ah, fuck my little cunt...
" Feng was also aroused by the lewd cries. I didn't know why she was so wanton, but I knew she

must be enjoying herself immensely at that moment. And I, too, desperately longed to experience the same pleasure as her. I gripped Feng's arm tightly, staring into his eyes, "Husband, husband." Feng, thinking something was wrong, stopped and asked what was wrong. "Nothing, husband, fuck me, make me climax, okay? Please?" I looked at him with intense longing. Feng didn't speak, but continued his vigorous thrusting, murmuring, "Okay, baby, okay." I started screaming wildly, "Ah, ah, husband, fuck me, fuck me, make me climax, please, fuck me..." This unrestrained screaming stimulated me greatly, and deeply stimulated Feng as well. I could clearly feel his penis, inserted into my vagina, growing harder and harder. The frequency of his thrusts increased. The pleasure below grew stronger and stronger, and I arched my hips to welcome his fierce thrusts.

Suddenly, Feng hugged me tightly, his erection pressing firmly against me. I knew he had ejaculated again.

At that moment, I felt like I was about to collapse, filled with resentment and anger. The woman's screams next door seemed to be mercilessly
mocking me.

Feng looked up, wanting to kiss me, but I pushed him away and placed my hand on my clitoris, starting to
stroke it rapidly. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me again.

Feng paused for a moment, then leaned down beside me, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while gripping the other tightly.

I pulled his hand over and placed it on my clitoris, and he quickly understood, beginning to stroke it
rapidly .

I started moaning loudly again, "Husband, move me, ah, ah, move me, move me, it feels so good..."

The woman's screams next door became more intense again. I knew she was close to climaxing. I imagined
them , imagining him on top of her right now, thrusting into her like a warrior. And her beautiful face
was contorted in pleasure. They were lying right next to me, and I felt like I was the
woman pinned beneath them.

With a long, drawn-out cry from the woman, I knew she had reached her climax again, and I felt I had also
reached the peak of pleasure.

I pushed Feng's hand away and started masturbating with my own fingers. The pleasure quickly intensified; it was coming, almost
there… Suddenly, the excited groans of the man next door came through. He was about to come. I kicked my legs hard on
the bed , my buttocks raised high, trying to touch that peak of pleasure, as if welcoming his final thrust.

Gushes of heat gushed from below, and waves of intense pleasure quickly engulfed my body.
I climaxed again.

Afterwards, although Feng didn't say anything, I could clearly sense that something was off about him. I
knew I might have hurt his pride, but I also understood that he was probably lacking in this area. I
snuggled into his arms, letting him hold me as we slept, telling him he had finally brought me to orgasm.

[To be continued]

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