My wife's days studying abroad

My wife studied Tourism and Hotel Management abroad. The name itself is ambiguous and suggestive. Moreover, there were far 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; many of her female classmates were rather unattractive. My wife, at 165cm tall, with a 36D bust, fair thighs, and a cute, innocent-looking face typical of Japanese men, was hard not to be the target of attention from men around the world.

My wife had a boyfriend when she was studying in a language school in China. However, she was very young then, only 16. 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 entirely in a sweet, Japanese style. She had long, flowing hair with bangs, wore a pure white lace knee-length dress, and her slender legs were clad in white stockings with subtle pink patterns, paired with pink ballet flats. At that time, her bust was already the envy of her classmates, standing tall against the lace-buttoned neckline. Countless young boys had caught glimpses of her fair breasts when she bent over to organize her books; perhaps her still-pink areolas were even bulging out, enough to tempt naive boys into having sex in the men's restroom.

Her first boyfriend was the class monitor—a true academic genius who could charm any girl. My wife was a bit slow and never did well in school, often asking the monitor for help in her language class. Sparks flew between them, and with the class's intense pursuit of her, the inexperienced wife quickly succumbed and became the monitor's girlfriend. She and her first boyfriend were together for almost two years, but then he finished his exams and went to America, and their relationship ended. I kept pestering my wife to tell me what that young man had done to her, but she remained tight-lipped. Perhaps it was because she felt her first love was beautiful and didn't want to relive those shameful moments and ruin the memories of that first love. However, one time my wife came home drunk, and while I was having sex with her and she was feeling dizzy, I took the opportunity to get some information out of her. With each contraction of her vagina, she sobbed and told me about the various ways her first love had played with her.

My wife and that young man definitely didn't sleep together. But that was all. Because of my wife's repeated denials and solemn declarations, that man never managed to take my wife's precious hymen. However, according to my wife, that man had played with my wife's entire body. My wife was studying at a language school at a university. The university was very large, and many classrooms and buildings were empty for a period of time, which provided this passionate young couple with an excellent playground. The class monitor was also a stocking fetishist and would often order my wife to wear various short skirts and stockings for him to see. In winter, he would coax and trick his wife into wearing a woolen pleated skirt and two pairs of thick spring/autumn stockings, but wouldn't let her wear fleece-lined leggings. This was all so he could sit next to her in the classroom and reach out to touch her genitals. Because they sat in the last row, no one would see him being so daring. Later, I also made my wife dig out the stockings and pleated skirt she had bought for school. She wore two pairs of thin grey stockings, which felt smooth and fleshy against her thighs. My wife confessed that several times, the boy even ripped through her two layers of stockings, pulled down her panties, and started touching her vulva right there in the classroom. The poor woman was so aroused she was completely disoriented and could only pretend to have her period and have 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 time was one summer. University students were already on summer vacation, but these 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 Teaching Building. He took her in the elevator directly to a classroom on the top floor. The entire building was empty except for the two of them. The 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 a pair of Converse sneakers. The monitor took off my wife's sneakers and massaged her size 36 feet. The two of them French kissed for half an hour. My wife's bra was even unhooked so the monitor could suckle her breasts. The monitor was big and burly, and when he got excited, he would bite my wife's nipples. My wife was scared and in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out. She could only weakly pat the monitor's chest with her small hands. The squad leader became even more excited. He picked up his slender wife and carried her to the podium, ordering her to kneel under the desk. He then unbuckled his belt, pulled out his already erect penis, sat on the desk, and made his wife 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 grabbed 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 not under her brain's control, letting the squad leader hold her head and thrust back and forth. After the squad leader's first wave of ejaculation was over, he pulled out his penis, and my wife finally caught her breath. Then, the squad leader demanded that my wife lick him, making her lick his penis and scrotum with her tongue. The poor wife was kneeling on the ground, her legs numb and aching. While she was licking the squad leader, he wasn't idle either. He reached inside her collar and squeezed her soft, elastic breasts like rubber balls (according to the wife, when she took a shower that night, she found both breasts were bleeding from being squeezed). The squad leader's right foot, which had his shoe off, was also rubbing her anus and vagina with his thumb.

After playing for another 20 minutes, the squad leader felt he was about to ejaculate. He stood up, grabbed his wife's head, and shouted, "Open your mouth!" He tried to insert his penis into her mouth, but he ejaculated before he could even penetrate her. His wife hurriedly opened her mouth, but it was no use. His throbbing penis shot out streams of white semen, a small portion of which went into her mouth, and most of it landed on her face, neck, and bangs. It was the first time his wife had ever had a normal man's semen, and the fishy, foul smell almost made her vomit. My wife gagged, trying to spit out the semen in her mouth, but the class monitor patted her head and said, "Don't spit it out, drink it all." My wife had no choice but to swallow it all, tears welling in her eyes. Hearing this, I asked my wife why she didn't refuse the class monitor's perverted humiliation. My wife said that she had already refused his request to sleep with her, and felt she owed him. Also, it was her first love, and she thought that dating meant doing these things (that's what the class monitor 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 activities on campus. My wife gradually got used to the class monitor's abuse. She told me that later, when the class monitor made his demands, she would change into a comfortable, easy-to-wash dress at home beforehand, and tie her hair up, to avoid being sprayed all over like last time, having to wash herself in the toilet for a long time before daring to go home.

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