The Little Fish's Secret Story (2) - Blue Sanya, White Wedding Dress

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The sky in Sanya is blue, the ocean is blue, and even the air carries a fragrant blue scent. Unfortunately, I couldn't find that blue wedding dress in the bridal shop, which was a bit disappointing.

Getting married because of pregnancy is a common trope in TV dramas and movies. Girls often find themselves endlessly interested in these kinds of stories and gossip. But when it happens to you, it doesn't feel so friendly, especially when it's used to pressure you into marriage based on morality; it's even more painful. Unfortunately, I became pregnant, and helplessly dragged by fate to Sanya, Hainan.

My photography team consisted of two male photographers and one female assistant, and the shoot was a three-day affair. On the first day, we flew directly from Wuhan to Sanya and checked into our hotel. One of the male photographers was about 1.85 meters tall and very strong; I often have a soft spot for these kinds of tough, straight men. That night, the female assistant stayed in the room next to my husband's and my room, while the other two male photographers shared a room. And just like that, the bizarre, melodramatic drama began.

That evening, I went to a store to buy snacks and unintentionally bumped into the tall photographer buying condoms, picking up two large boxes. I was puzzled and asked if his girlfriend was in Sanya. He said, "No, I don't have a girlfriend. My heart is only for the world. Because my love isn't 'unconditional love,' but principled love." I looked at him, completely bewildered. We took the elevator upstairs together, and I saw him casually enter his female assistant's room. The room wasn't very soundproof, and my husband and I started having sex almost simultaneously with them. We finished in 20 minutes, while the people next door had been having sex almost all night without much rest. I was immediately aroused, thinking, "How can a man be so amazing?"

A woman's gossip is a huge thing; I couldn't leave it unresolved. The next day, while taking photos, I secretly asked the female assistant if she was his girlfriend. She told me she was already married and asked me not to tell anyone; they were just friends with benefits. Looking at the pitiful-looking woman with dark circles under her eyes, I vaguely understood and cooperated with the photoshoot for five outfits. During the photoshoot, I kept observing the male photographer. I noticed two or three times during our breaks, he would quietly look at the camera while unconsciously pinching his penis, seemingly quite absorbed in it. Back at the hotel that afternoon, while he was editing photos in his room, I unintentionally saw him pinching his penis again, completely oblivious to the people around him. I thought, "Oh no, he might be interested in me."

That evening, at the celebratory dinner, everyone drank a little. Because I'm pregnant, I didn't drink, so I invited everyone to go to karaoke. He dragged his female assistant into the restroom once, and after I sang two songs, he dragged her into the restroom again. I felt this couldn't continue, or we wouldn't be able to use the restroom. So, driven by lust, I dragged him to play games like "Fifteen or Twenty" and dice, with girls drinking tea and men drinking alcohol. After singing "Cool," my husband was exhausted and started snoring on the sofa. The male photographer intentionally or unintentionally touched my body a few times, and finally secretly placed his hand on my buttocks and used his fingers to stimulate me. I slowly became wet. Looking at his lustful eyes, I knew he wasn't seeing the world or love. I tried to control myself, so I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I saw a condom on the floor, thick with semen, and suddenly I felt a strong urge to have sex. As soon as I came out, I tried to drag my husband back to the hotel. The male photographer had slipped a red envelope into my bag when he left the KTV room. We settled my husband in the hotel, and I nervously opened my bag. Damn, there was no money inside, just a room key. What did this mean? I hesitated for a long time, then nudged my husband, who responded with a series of snores.

Just as my inner demons were surging towards my benevolent side, the photographer suddenly called, asking if my husband was asleep and if we should go to his room to see the edited photos. I said he was asleep, that his approach was too cliché, and I wasn't going. The photographer said, "Come on, times have changed, but the tricks remain the same. Come and choose the photos first; if you don't like them, we can reshoot tomorrow." I readily gave myself an excuse: if I didn't go to him, he would definitely come to me, and it wouldn't be good if my husband saw us.

After showering, I changed into a skirt suit, took some underwear, and planned to reward him with two hours. After opening the door, he glanced at me and asked, "Bride, is your husband asleep?" I said yes, and he pulled me inside, pinned me to the bed, and without even taking off my clothes, pulled down my skirt and underwear, and went straight in, saying, "Bride, you're so wet." That's how we had our first time together. It lasted a long time, and I had two orgasms. I don't understand why, but many men I've met can't follow the proper procedure; they always want to rush things, and I have to buy many sets of underwear every year. What I remember most vividly this time was that when he was about to ejaculate, he pulled out and ejaculated outside. I asked him why, and he said he wasn't a rough person. "If you wore a wedding dress and had sex with me, you would see the most despicable person in the world." Looking at his lewd smile, my feelings returned.

"Come on, you bad boy, let me teach you a lesson, and you'll mend your ways." I pushed him down, sat on top of him, and slowly entered my body, feeling that pleasure of hitting my uterus. The itchy and numb sensations slowly rose to the top of my head with the amplitude and speed, and another orgasm came.

Two hours passed quickly, and after several orgasms, the little angel in my heart returned. A wave of shame made me quickly put my skirt and underwear back on and go back to my room to shower. Seeing my husband still snoring, the thrill of our affair was so intense that I barely slept a wink all night. The first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon, the blue sky and blue ocean ushering in a new day. Looking at the white wedding dress in my suitcase, a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen. It turns out, in this world, everyone is a scoundrel.

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