I had a passionate encounter with a foreigner while traveling with my husband.

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We spent a few days in Koh Samui before heading to Koh Phangan, a place we'd always longed to visit. Koh Samui's scenery was breathtaking; lying on the beach, feeling the sea breeze, and gazing at the endless deep blue ocean, I felt a sudden sense of openness. My husband was also in a great mood, constantly finding new ways to get excited

in a foreign country where no one knew us. We became increasingly open-minded, and my husband even took me to a nude beach. We deliberately flirted with foreigners while naked. While I wouldn't dare compare my physique to those of big stars, I was confident I was just as attractive, and I attracted a lot of attention as soon as I entered the beach. Enjoying the fiery gazes from those hairy foreign men staring at my naked body was incredibly exciting; I quickly became aroused.

My husband kept encouraging me to deliberately flaunt my beauty to others. After my constant teasing, people frequently invited me for drinks. I knew they were interested in my body, and I didn't want to accept such ambiguous advances so easily, so I refused them all.

On the day of the party, the shuttle bus from the guesthouse to the party beach didn't leave until 11 PM. We didn't want to go that late and wanted to go early and return early, since we weren't party animals, just going to experience it for fun. We decided to walk to the main road to catch a ride.

Koh Phangan was beautiful at sunset. We met a couple taking a walk and walked with them for a while, but soon realized there weren't many cars around. We were on the northwest side of the island, in a bay—quiet enough, but almost completely isolated. As it got dark, we started to get a little uneasy.

A car stopped beside us; the driver was a girl who asked if we needed a ride to town. We were more than happy to oblige. I asked her, "How much should I pay you?" She said no. Wow! I'd never encountered anything like this in China. I didn't know how to thank her; I could only welcome her to visit China.

When we arrived in the town on the west side of the island, groups of young people were sharing rides to Full Moon Beach at the south end. We shared a ride with a group of British people, both men and women, who looked to be under twenty. They were all very pretty and talking excitedly. One girl was wearing a white, semi-transparent long blouse over black underwear, looking a bit like Britney Spears. I figured they were going to have a great time.

Full Moon Beach and the side streets next to it were bustling with people, all in high spirits. Many carried small buckets filled with a mixture of drinks and alcohol, sipping as they walked. They would call out to anyone they liked and share a few sips. The street stalls were lined up selling this stuff, and the small bottles looked like pesticide. "This is their medicine," my husband later told me. "They can only get high with this."

So we bought a bucket of beer and strolled around the streets, smoking as we went. Handsome guys, slightly tipsy, kept greeting us—actually, they weren't greeting my husband, but me. Several people wanted to take pictures with me, and I graciously let them hug me and pose. My feeling was summed up in one word: smug.

My husband and I found a restaurant and ordered local beer. We drank and watched the revelers on the beach. I focused on the handsome men, while my husband focused on the beautiful women.

Coming all this way to attend this world-class party was quite interesting. This place is a paradise for handsome men and beautiful women, a place brimming with all sorts of ambiguous and romantic atmospheres. I saw many couples jumping around and then suddenly embracing and kissing, and even girls being carried by boys to the darker side of the beach.

After finishing my beer, my face felt a little hot. With all that sensory stimulation, I felt incredibly excited. So, I left my husband behind and ran to the beach alone, joining everyone in dancing like an idiot.

People kept coming up to me, pressing their bodies against mine and swaying with me. That's when I truly understood the essence of a full moon party: under the influence of alcohol, dancing randomly to the rhythm with a bunch of strangers—it's bound to get you high!

The beach was full of restless people, all playfully wrestling with "DDT" (a type of pesticide), grinning foolishly. I finally understood why they were so happy.

The beach bars were all blasting their music; you could basically stop and dance wherever you liked. With the brightly lit bars on one side and the ocean on the other, that's probably what makes you happy!

Around 1 a.m., a line of boys stood in the shallow water urinating—a truly spectacular sight. Later, on the plane back to China, I chatted with a German man in his forties. He said the Full Moon Party wasn't fun anymore. Back in the day, you could smoke marijuana and do whatever you wanted, but now there were so many police patrols that you couldn't do anything. I replied, "Except peeing in the sea." He laughed and agreed.

Because we were heading back early, there were very few buses at that time. We waited for ages before one finally came. Our passengers were a group of foreign students studying in Beijing. When they realized we were Chinese, they were happy to chat with us; it had been a long time since we'd spoken Chinese.

Nobody lived as far away as us, and gradually everyone got off the bus. Only my husband and I, who were fast asleep on the side, remained, nervously riding the bus through the darkness like a rollercoaster.

Suddenly, a group of six young men stopped the bus. They were tall and strong, each carrying a coconut, loudly proclaiming they wanted to go to the Full Moon Party. My first thought was that we were being robbed, but then I chuckled to myself—who robs people carrying coconuts?

They got in the bus and accompanied us back to our guesthouse before going to the party. Seeing my husband still fast asleep, the young man sitting next to me said, "We're from Israel. You're very beautiful and sexy, especially your smooth thighs."

Really? This was the first time someone had complimented my looks to my face. Although my husband always said I was beautiful and sexy, it seems I really do have a thing for Jewish aesthetics. I felt a sweet warmth in my heart as I leaned against him, looking up at his face. He kissed my lips, stroking my thighs as he kissed me.

The biggest takeaway from this trip to Thailand was being kissed by strange men. From the nude beach to various tourist attractions, I noticed that especially Western men, when they saw a woman they liked, would want to kiss her. And when I saw a man I liked, I would accept their kisses. We kissed until we were almost back at the guesthouse. Anyway, I was drunk today, so I felt excited no matter what I did.

Back at the guesthouse, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least I was back safely. After showering, because I was still too excited by that Israeli boy, I couldn't fall asleep in bed. So I got up and asked my husband to come with me to the beach outside the window for some fresh air. My husband said he wanted to sleep and told me to go to the beach alone. I joked, "What if I, a woman, go to the beach alone in the middle of the night and get gang-raped?"

My husband generously said, "Then enjoy the experience!"

I laughed and said, "Okay, I'll definitely make sure you come back with a green hat." My

tank top and short skirt barely covered my buttocks, and I wasn't wearing underwear. This was the first time I'd gone out without underwear; I wanted to experience something I'd only ever seen in novels in this foreign country. It was different from the boldness of nude beaches, but it felt even more exciting.

Swaying slightly from the alcohol, I arrived at my favorite beach. The sea breeze blew between my legs from under my skirt, and my pubic hair fluttered in the wind, like a strange hand stroking it—it felt so good and stimulating. The swings on the beach were my favorite spot. I sat on the swings, swaying back and forth, looking at the starry sky.

A boy came over to say hello. He had just returned from a party; he and his friends had just arrived and were also staying at our guesthouse. He said his friends were still at the party, which he didn't like, so he came back by himself.

This tall, handsome, and shy-looking young man was English. He was in his early twenties, disliked crazy things, didn't like tattoos, and his favorite food was sandwiches. He asked me if the tattoo on my arm was real or fake. I said it was fake, and he sighed with relief, saying, "It would look better on your shoulder blade." I tried it later, and it really was.

The swing swayed, lifting the hem of my skirt. To maintain my balance, I had to spread my legs. I noticed he kept glancing deep into my thighs. He must have discovered my secret under my skirt. Would he think I was seducing him? Embarrassed, I quickly closed my legs and got off the swing, sitting on the beach.

He sat down next to me and we chatted. Although he wasn't my type, on this moonlit night, swinging in the breeze and chatting quietly with a handsome young man was quite pleasant. Looking at his pretty face and what seemed to me to be an innocent expression, all my gloom from the night vanished. All that fuss, all that traveling so far, all that party, drinking and dancing—it was all for nothing compared to ten quiet minutes under the moonlight.

An ambiguous atmosphere began to fill the air. He slowly approached me, and a strong scent of male hormones, unlike anything I'd ever smelled before, began to waft towards me. My reserve slowly crumbled; I longed for him to get closer, but reason told me the truth.

Suddenly, he took my right hand and kissed the back of it. I blushed and quickly lowered my head. Didn't I know foreign men also like women to blush? Just as I looked down, I saw his white beach shorts suddenly bulge.

His mouth slowly moved closer to my ear, his breath growing heavier and heavier, as if time had passed, until his lips touched my earlobe. My earlobe is one of my most sensitive spots, and I slowly began to lose my senses, wanting to embrace this tall man.

His hands began to move towards me—hands I'd never felt before, long, strong, and agile fingers. He began to kiss my eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth. The last vestiges of reason kept me from speaking. He seemed unhurried, continuing to kiss my earlobe slowly, breathing into it. Then, one hand stroked my back while the other began kneading between my breasts. It felt so good, those strong hands sending shivers down my spine. And one hand could knead my breasts so freely—a feeling I'd never experienced before.

His left hand began kneading between my nipples, then suddenly, he pinched them together and pulled them inwards, causing my breasts to swell. A tingling sensation spread through my lower body, and I could clearly feel a flow of fluid. Seeing that I was closing my eyes, his tongue continued trying to open my mouth. This time, I didn't resist. His tongue was so strong; once inside, it intertwined with mine, powerful yet gentle. I leaned completely into his embrace.

His left hand continued to knead my breasts, pulling one out from under the strap of his bra. His mouth moved to my exposed nipple, greedily sucking on it. His right hand slid down my back to my buttocks, one finger exploring relentlessly. I tried to control myself, to suppress the breathing of my vulva, because any stimulation would cause it to open and close, but the more I tried to control it, the stronger it seemed to breathe.

Finally, his finger reached there. I thought he was going to enter, so I closed my eyes and slightly parted my lips. But he didn't enter. Two fingers began searching for my clitoris. The clitoris moves when it gets bigger, and I don't know why my movements were so exaggerated. He started rubbing my clitoris.

He grabbed one of my hands and moved it down to his crotch. Before I could react, I was gripping something hot. Ah… I almost screamed. He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tightly over his penis and pulled me close with his other arm. I tried to resist, but I had no strength at all.

The heat from his penis traveled up my palm, down to my heart, down to my groin, and a fluid welled up inside me. I felt like my body was on fire, completely limp.

"How is it? You Eastern women have never seen such a big penis before, have you?" he said, gently nibbling my earlobe. Seeing that I was aroused, he took my hand and started stroking his penis. By then, I couldn't pull my hand away, and I instinctively grabbed his already erect penis

and began to stroke it. His penis was much thicker and longer than my husband's, at least twice as thick. I wondered what it would feel like to have it inside me. My mind involuntarily compared his penis to those in porn movies I'd seen before.

He kept kissing me, and I returned his kisses. His hands weren't idle either; he touched my thighs while pulling up my skirt and reaching inside. I grabbed his hand to pull it out, but it was too late. My groin was so lubricated that his fingers slid right into my vagina.

Just then, I heard voices approaching from the beach. I quickly pulled his hand away from me, and he stood up, taking my hand and leading me towards the inn's room. I followed him involuntarily. His penis wasn't fully erect yet, making a bulge in his pants, so he had to take off his coat to cover it. He couldn't straighten up as he walked, looking extremely pathetic. I couldn't help but want to laugh.

As soon as we entered his room, he kissed me passionately, and we kissed tightly together. In the darkness, he took off my skirt, and I realized I was completely naked in front of him, suddenly unsure of what to do to cover myself. His burning eyes were fixed on my body, and I knew what he was going to do next, but I couldn't refuse him anymore.

He quickly took off his clothes, his erect penis standing out. I was so ashamed I didn't know where to look. I told him to go in and take a shower; his penis was already very hard, swaying as he followed me into the bathroom. I only saw his penis now, such a huge penis, the kind I'd only ever seen in porn. I started to feel afraid: "It's so big, as thick as my wrist, and so long, how will it go in? And once it's in, what will it feel like when he's thrusting in and out?" I started to regret it.

The bathroom steam quickly blurred the glass, and he beckoned me in. He helped me lift my hair, rolled it into a bun, and put a shower cap on me. I was completely captivated. He started to massage me with his large hands, one in front and one behind. I started stroking his chest with both hands, all the way down to his lower abdomen. He had so much hair, which I usually found repulsive, but now it felt so sexy. I stroked him inch by inch downwards. He started to clean me like a child, my breasts, buttocks, genitals, legs...

He lathered me up with lots of foam, and then washed me clean. Suddenly he picked me up and kissed me, then had me hook one leg around his waist. At that moment, his penis began rubbing against my genitals, and I started to get wet. He slowly began to penetrate, the head of his penis slowly sliding into my vagina, little by little.

It was so big, so thick, so full; I could clearly feel the shape of the head. Finally, he reached the coronal rim of the head, stretching my vaginal opening completely. Before, when my husband inserted just three fingers, it hurt terribly, but it was also pleasurable. This time, with such a large penis entering, it didn't hurt too much, just a feeling of stretching, a slight feeling of it tearing.

Then he adjusted my position, so that my feet could touch the toilet seat when I wanted to, and then he began to penetrate, sliding in faster. At that moment, it felt like an eternity. A huge penis went in, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I realized I could actually accommodate such a large penis.

I felt the head of his penis was already against my cervix, my entire vagina was filled, it seemed like nothing could fit in anymore, and the vaginal opening was still painfully stretched. I guess if I could see it, it would be very, very red. Every cell inside my vagina could feel this enormous thing, as if it was welcoming him with its sensitivity.

Thinking about this, I looked down, and oh my god! Almost half of it was still outside! What kind of treasure is this? It can't go in any further, there's still such a big part outside.

This time I was really scared, very scared, scared that he would force it in. I cupped his face in my hands and looked at him with pleading eyes. He turned the shower on full blast and slowly pulled out that enormous thing. The moment it was pulled out, I felt like something was emptied from my body, that feeling of fullness vanished instantly. I didn't know what he was going to do, but the fear was getting stronger and stronger.

He put me down, made me bend over, and hold onto the sink. He slowly started to reinsert me from behind. When the head of his penis went in again, I felt a tingling sensation. He held one breast in each hand, and began to rub the nipples with his index fingers, then slowly moved them to my cervix.

I tried to stop him from going any further, but when I touched his penis, there was much less of it outside than before. He continued, and I wiggled my hips in protest. Suddenly, something pressed against my stomach, almost touching my belly.

Finally, it was fully inside. Then he started to slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, I felt as if a gigantic thing was completely filling my vagina. Every cell in my vagina was incredibly sensitive, and fluid started flowing. "Plop, plop" sounds began to occur again, with each thrust making a "plop, plop" sound.

At that moment, I felt like the world had disappeared, and there was only him and me. My vagina tightly enveloped this gigantic thing. Each of his thrusts made my vaginal opening feel both painful and pleasurable, while waves of tingling sensations swept through my vagina, even more intense than when my husband was inside me. Each time, I felt like he was penetrating my cervix, and I even felt like the head of his penis had entered my uterus and reached my belly.

A tingling sensation ran down my spine from my inner thighs, making my mouth slightly open. My hands and legs began to weaken. My vagina started to open and close, the inner walls of my vagina relaxing and contracting—a reaction I had never experienced before. Seeing me tremble, he suddenly increased the intensity and speed.

Suddenly, I felt like I was floating in the sky, weightless, my blood boiling, the heat flowing freely from my lower body. Then, I went limp. I realized how wonderful an orgasm felt.

He picked me up and washed me clean. I was completely powerless and let him do as he pleased. He dried me off with a towel, carried me to the bed, laid me across his body, and lay on top of me, stroking my breasts while praising me: "What a beautiful oriental goddess!"

He looked me over, then suddenly spread my legs, exposing my genitals completely to his view. My whole body burned, I wanted to move but couldn't, only feeling something gushing out from below in waves.

Suddenly, he kissed my vulva. My husband and I have been married for a year, and he has never kissed me there before. Although I've watched a lot of porn and sometimes wanted to try it myself, I've never had the courage to ask my husband to do it. I always felt that my genitals were dirty, so I didn't know what it felt like.

He spread my thighs apart and licked my labia vigorously with his tongue, making me feel itchy. When he teased my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, I was overwhelmed by desire and couldn't help but reach out and tightly grasp his penis, moving it around. He inserted the tip of his tongue into my vagina and swirled it around inside, sucking hard. With

his sucking, I felt increasingly weak, as if my whole body had been hollowed out. My abdomen felt like it was being pulled down by something. The feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply wonderful. I couldn't help but moan loudly. When his mouth left my lower body, I finally came back to my senses, feeling completely exhausted.

He slowly sat up, pressing his penis against my labia. I thought he was about to thrust into me again, but he just held his penis, rubbing it back and forth. I knew my vagina was extremely wet, making entry very easy; he only needed a little force to penetrate deeply.

Just as I let out an excited yet dissatisfied cry, his large penis suddenly plunged in. "Ah..." I cried out, a special excitement quickly and suddenly spreading throughout my body. After entering, he slowed down, his penis filling me completely, my vagina feeling like it was being torn apart. But soon, pleasure replaced the tearing pain; the friction was so intense that I reached orgasm after only a few thrusts.

He started thrusting again, each thrust pushing him a little deeper. As his rhythm quickened, my vaginal fluid increased, and the pleasure intensified. Eventually, each thrust touched my cervix. He thrust for about twenty minutes, and I felt a surge of heat reach deep inside me. He began to ejaculate; his semen was plentiful, and with each thrust, I experienced an indescribable pleasure. I screamed loudly and reached another orgasm.

That night, we made love three times in bed. His gentleness and skill, and his enormous penis, are unforgettable.

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