My cheating wife

To celebrate my wedding anniversary with my husband, I suggested we take a self-guided trip to Thailand to experience the magical Full Moon Party. Although we booked a room well in advance, it was impossible to find a room for the days surrounding the party. My husband eventually managed to book a room at a relatively remote guesthouse through a friend at a travel agency.

We spent a few days in Koh Samui before heading to Koh Phangan, a place we'd always wanted to visit. Koh Samui's scenery was breathtaking. Lying on the beach, feeling the sea breeze, and gazing at the endless deep blue sea, I felt a sense of openness and expanse. My husband was also in a great mood, constantly seeking out exciting activities with me.

In a country where no one knew us, we became increasingly adventurous. My husband even took me to a nude beach, where we deliberately struck up conversations 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 we attracted a lot of attention as soon as we entered the beach. Enjoying the fiery gazes of those hairy foreign men staring at my naked body was incredibly exciting; I quickly became aroused.

My husband kept urging me to flaunt my beauty to others, and after my constant teasing, people frequently invited me to have a few 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; we were just going to experience it. 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 were no cars around. We were on the northwest side of the island, in a bay—quiet enough, but almost completely isolated. As it gradually got dark, we started to feel uneasy.

A car stopped beside us; the driver, a girl, asked if we wanted a ride to town, which we, of course, readily agreed to. I asked her, "How much should I pay you?" She said no. Wow! I've never encountered anything like this in China. I really didn't know how to thank her, so I just welcomed her to visit China.

When we arrived in the town on the west side of the island, groups of young people shared a car to Full Moon Beach at the south end. We shared a car with a few British people; they looked to be under twenty, both men and women, all very pretty, and they were excitedly talking non-stop. One girl was wearing a white, semi-transparent long blouse with black underwear underneath, her style somewhat reminiscent of Britney Spears. I thought they were going to have a great time.

Full Moon Beach and the surrounding streets were bustling with people, everyone in high spirits. Many carried small buckets filled with a mixture of various drinks and alcohol, sipping as they walked. They would call out to anyone they liked and share a few sips. Stalls lined the streets selling this stuff; several 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 keg 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 complete strangers—it's bound to get you high!

The beach was full of restless people, all playfully wrestling with each other while brandishing pesticides, grinning foolishly. I finally understood why they were so happy.

The beach bars were all blasting their music; basically, you could 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 we did, 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, looked up at his face, and 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, and 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 so 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 one, swaying back and forth, looking at the starry sky.

A boy came over and greeted me. 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 first.

The young man was English, very handsome, and seemed quite shy. He was in his early twenties, disliked crazy things, didn't like tattoos, and his favorite food was sandwiches. He asked if the tattoo on my arm was real or fake. I said it was fake, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It would look better on your shoulder blade." I tried it later, and it really was.

The swing would lift the hem of my skirt, and I had to spread my legs to maintain my balance. I noticed he kept glancing deep into my thighs; he must have discovered my secret under my skirt. Did he think I was trying to seduce him? Embarrassed, I quickly closed my legs and got off the swing to sit on the beach.

He sat down next to me and we chatted. Although he wasn't my type, on such a moonlit night, swinging on the swing with a gentle breeze, and chatting quietly with a handsome young man was quite pleasant. Looking at his handsome face and what seemed to me to be an innocent expression, all my gloom from the previous night vanished. All that fuss, all that traveling so far, all that grand party, all that drinking and dancing, was less worthwhile than ten quiet minutes under the moonlight.

At that moment, an ambiguous atmosphere began to fill the air. He slowly moved closer to me, and a strong scent of male hormones, unlike anything I'd ever smelled before, began to approach. 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 lips slowly moved closer to my ear, "Huff, huff..." His breath grew heavier and heavier, and it felt like ages before 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 had never felt before, long, strong, and agile fingers. He began kissing my eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, and the last vestige of my reason kept me shut. He seemed unhurried, continuing to kiss my earlobe slowly, breathing into it, then one hand stroked my back while the other began to knead my breasts. So comfortable, such strong hands, waves of tingling sensations ran down my spine, and one hand could knead my breasts so freely—a feeling I had never experienced before.

His left hand began to knead between my nipples, and suddenly, one hand pinched my nipples together and pulled them inwards, my breasts swelling instantly, a tingling sensation spreading through my lower body, a clear feeling of moisture flowing out. Seeing that I was closing my eyes, his tongue continued to try to open my mouth. This time I didn't resist; such a strong tongue, it went in and wrapped around the base of my tongue, strong yet gentle, and I completely leaned into his arms.

His left hand incessantly kneaded my breasts, pulling one out from under the strap of my tank top. His mouth moved to my exposed nipple, greedily sucking on it. His right hand slid down my back to my buttocks, one finger exploring forward relentlessly. I tried to control myself, to suppress the breathing of my vulva, because stimulation caused it to open and close rapidly, but the more I tried to control it, the more intensely it breathed.

Finally, his finger reached there. I thought he was going to penetrate me, so I closed my eyes and slightly parted my lips. But he didn't. 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 began to rub 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 against 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 palms, into my heart, and down to my lower body. A fluid welled up inside me, and I felt as if 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 began to stroke 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 the 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, because I was so lubricated down there. 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 completely soft 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 he was 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, which started to wet uncontrollably. 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 long sigh of relief. I realized I could actually accommodate such a large penis.

I felt the head of his penis was already touching my cervix, and my entire vagina was filled up. It seemed like nothing could fit in anymore. The vaginal opening was still very painful from being stretched. I guess if I could see it, it would be very, very red. Every cell inside my vagina could feel this enormous thing, and it seemed like they were welcoming it with sensitivity.

Thinking about it, I looked down—oh my god! Almost half of it was still outside! What kind of treasure was this? It couldn't go in any further; there was still such a large part sticking out. This time, I was truly terrified, so terrified that he would force it in. I cupped his face in my hands, looking 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 something being emptied from my body; that feeling of fullness vanished instantly. I didn't know what he was going to do, but the fear grew stronger and stronger.

He put me down, made me bend over, and held onto the sink. He slowly began to re-insert himself from behind. When the head of his penis went in again, I felt a tingling sensation. He cupped one breast in each hand, his index finger starting to rub the nipple, and slowly began to press against my cervix.

I tried to stop him from going any further, but when I touched his penis, there was much less of it sticking out than before. He continued forward, and I wiggled my hips in protest. Suddenly, he pressed against my stomach, feeling like he was about to touch my belly.

Finally, it was fully inside. He began to slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, I felt as if a gigantic object was completely filling my vagina. Every cell in my vagina was incredibly sensitive; fluid began to flow, and the "plop, plop" sounds started again, each thrust producing a "plop, plop" sound.

At that moment, I felt like the world had disappeared, leaving only him and me. My vagina tightly enveloped this enormous object. Each of his thrusts stretched my vaginal opening, causing both pain and pleasure, while waves of tingling sensations swept through my vagina, more intense than when my husband penetrated me. Each time, I felt as if he had reached my cervix, even the head of his penis had entered my uterus and reached my lower abdomen.

The tingling sensations spreading from my inner thighs down my spine made my mouth slightly open, my hands slowly weakening, and my legs going weak. My vagina began to open and close, the inner walls relaxing and contracting—a reaction I had never experienced before. Seeing me tremble, he suddenly increased the force and speed.

Suddenly, I felt like I was floating in the sky, weightless, my blood was burning hot, rushing through my veins, and a hot current began to flow freely from my lower body. Then I went limp. The feeling of an orgasm was so wonderful.

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 down at me, then suddenly spread my legs, exposing my genitals completely to his view. My whole body was burning, I wanted to move but couldn't, I could only feel something constantly 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 experience it, I've never had the courage to ask my husband to try it. I always felt that my genitals were dirty, so I didn't know what it felt like.

He spread my thighs 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, swaying it back and forth. He inserted the tip of his tongue into my vagina, swirling it inside and 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, a feeling I had never experienced before, simply exquisite. 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 raised himself 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 on the outside. I knew my vagina was extremely wet now, and entry would be very easy; he only needed a little force to penetrate deeply.

Just as I let out an excited yet dissatisfied cry, his penis suddenly thrust in forcefully. "Ah..." I screamed, a surge of intense excitement rapidly and abruptly engulfing my entire body. He slowed down after entering, his penis filling me completely, my vagina feeling a tearing sensation, but soon pleasure replaced the pain. The friction was so intense that I reached orgasm after only a few thrusts.

He began thrusting again, penetrating deeper with each stroke. As his rhythm quickened, my vaginal discharge increased, the pleasure intensifying until each thrust touched my cervix. He thrust for about twenty minutes, then I felt a surge of heat reach deep within me; he ejaculated. His semen was plentiful, and with each ejaculation, I experienced an indescribable pleasure. I screamed wildly, reaching orgasm once more.

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

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