A Sexually Happy Journey in Northern Europe

With the deepening of globalization, small companies like ours have inevitably been swept up in the wave of globalization. After several overseas inspections, the company's leadership felt that the Nordic market was highly profitable. Our product was available in the Danish market, but the price was extremely high. The boss considered OEM production for a company in Denmark that manufactured the product, while gradually promoting our own product to expand into overseas markets.

Against this backdrop, I was sent to this company in Denmark to familiarize myself with the business, especially the operating procedures of its production line, to facilitate future product development back in China. When my superiors assigned me this task, I was initially extremely excited, as it was my first time going abroad, and it was also a sign of the company leadership's high regard for me and a potential promotion. It wasn't until I had secured my visa, bought my plane ticket, and was ready to leave that I gradually calmed down. On the afternoon before my departure, my wife took the day off, and we had a passionate encounter. When I touched my wife's wet labia afterward, I realized that this trip meant a year of monastic life.

After arriving in Denmark, the company arranged accommodation for me and even provided me with a BMW for commuting. One day, I was working late at the office and bought a pizza on the street before rushing home. As I drove to an empty intersection, the wind was howling and snowflakes were falling, adding to my eagerness to get home. Looking out the window, I noticed a girl, seemingly Asian, huddled in the cold wind, hugging her delicate shoulders and stamping her feet to keep warm.

I felt a sudden surge of sympathy and stopped beside her, kindly asking if she needed a ride. She hesitated at first, but the biting wind emboldened her, and she got into my car.

Once inside, I asked her where she lived, only to discover she lived next door. I guess I'd been driving all this time and hadn't noticed. Then I asked her what nationality she was, and she turned out to be a fellow countryman, instantly bridging the gap between us. It turned out she was a PhD student in engineering, a joint program between a university in Beijing and the University of Copenhagen. She had taken the wrong bus that day and couldn't get home. We chatted all the way home, and I eventually took her there.

From then on, we became acquainted. Sometimes she would make some Chinese pastries and bring them over for me to try. Sometimes I would drive her around or take her shopping. Before long, we became quite familiar. And in that foreign environment, the ambiguous relationship between a single man and woman gradually became clear without words.

I myself am quite attractive—nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a chiseled face and a straight posture, exuding the maturity and charm of a man in his thirties. She was also quite pretty. They say there are no beauties in engineering, but she had a shapely figure, an oval face, though her eyes were a little small, and her skin was quite fair. As the saying goes, fair skin covers a multitude of flaws, and her fair skin gave her an elegant and quiet air, like that of an intellectual woman.

Every time she got into my car, a strange yet familiar scent of the opposite sex would waft over me, and I would always steady myself before starting the car. And in the way she looked at me, I could see the affection and approval in her eyes. And so, we spent almost two months in what felt like a romantic relationship.

Copenhagen winters are long, the nights are endless, and watching a movie is the best way to pass the time. That day, it happened to be the weekend, and I downloaded a Hollywood film. The synopsis looked good, so I called her over to watch it together.

She came, and we sat side-by-side on the sofa. As we watched, the night deepened, and the dim lighting in the room created a warm and cozy atmosphere. I glanced at her; she seemed lost in thought. An idea immediately formed in my mind, and my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I quickly grabbed her small hand. She seemed to know what was going to happen; she didn't pull her hand away, letting me gently stroke it in my palm. Feeling emboldened, I moved closer, placing my other hand on her shoulder, practically pulling her into my arms.

I could feel her nervousness now; her heaving chest rose and fell noticeably. I couldn't resist any longer; I pulled her into my embrace and gently kissed her eyelashes. She closed her eyes, her breathing quickened, and her palms sweated. My courage grew, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth; our tongues immediately intertwined.

Everything else followed naturally. I laid her down, unhooked her bra, and removed her top.

A pair of alabaster breasts stood proudly before me. I couldn't resist any longer and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking wildly. She closed her eyes too, her moans growing louder. I freed my hand and reached down. I felt the deep pubic hair, and between her labia, a gushing spring of fluid was flowing.

As I prepared to undo her pants, she grabbed my hand. I knew that with this kind of educated woman, I couldn't force her; I had to conquer her with gentlemanly grace. So I stopped my assault and simply gently stroked her labia with my fingers. After a long while, she gradually calmed down, buttoned her clothes, and said it was too late and she had to go home.

From then on, our relationship clearly deepened. She was visiting my dorm more and more often, and the first thing we did upon meeting was to kiss passionately.

Two weeks later, one weekend, she came to my dorm again, excitedly telling me that her first paper had been accepted by a journal. Then, fearing I wouldn't understand, she carefully explained the significance of publishing the paper.

I listened half-heartedly, my hand gently caressing her mons pubis. After she finished speaking, I covered her mouth and pressed my entire body against hers. This time, I was more experienced; I was only wearing sweatpants, not shorts underneath.

We kissed passionately, and I pulled down my pants, thrusting my already throbbing penis between her legs. Her eyes gradually became hazy, and her legs slowly closed behind my waist. She tilted her head back and breathed heavily.

I knew she was aroused, and I tried again to pull aside her skirt. This time, she only resisted slightly before giving up. I pulled down her shorts, parted her legs, and her dark pubic hair and light purple labia majora were revealed before me.

Having abstained from sex for months, I felt a familiar sensation return. I greedily pressed my lips to her labia, expertly licking her clitoris. Her moans grew more frantic, her entire body contorting, her hands digging deep into my hair. Seeing the woman beneath me in her near-madness, I suddenly became calm. Holding my enormous penis, I forcefully thrust it into the depths I had longed for.

The moment we joined, she couldn't help but moan, clinging tightly to me. I increased the force of my thrusts, rhythmically pounding into her. She finally cried out, "Harder, harder!" I no longer hesitated; months of pent-up desire erupted in an instant, my countless semen shooting into her vulva. Perhaps the hot semen stimulated her vaginal walls, for she convulsed and sobbed.

Later, I learned that she (Hong) had already "gloriously given herself" in college. I wasn't too bothered by that; such an encounter was already enough to make me happy. Since then, she basically spent every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night in my bed. We went through countless frenzied encounters, frantically demanding our most basic physical needs from each other. This situation only changed when I met someone else.

This person was her roommate, "You," also a Chinese girl. I heard her family was quite wealthy; her parents were the richest people in some region. But this girl herself was also very smart. After graduating from Fudan University, she went directly to graduate school here. She was tall, and her breasts weren't very full. But the curves of her long, slender legs still made this thirty-something man's mind wander. At first, Hong only came to my dorm and never brought me into her dorm to have sex. Therefore, I rarely had the opportunity to get close to her. Until one time, they went shopping for clothes together, and I drove to pick them up. We had a meal together, and that's how we got to know each other. You was the complete opposite of her name; she was a lively and energetic girl. I carried their clothes, walking behind them, lost in my fantasies. But I couldn't find an opportunity to be alone with this girl.

But nothing can stop a romantic encounter. Copenhagen was truly my sexual paradise. After countless wild nights with Hong, we started using porn to get even greater stimulation. Once, we saw a threesome, and Hong seemed particularly excited, reaching orgasm several times that day.

I was a little surprised, so I asked her if she could accept it if I and another man were having sex with her at the same time. She seemed not to have recovered from her orgasm, and just asked me if it would hurt. This line from the porn. I am truly astonished by the attitudes of girls nowadays, especially those born after 1985, towards sex, and I lament the gradual loss of traditional Chinese female ethics and morality. Afterwards,

I cautiously asked her if she would accept me having sex with two women at the same time. To my surprise, she didn't get angry, but just looked at me contemptuously and said, "Can you do it?" I was overjoyed, this was promising! I mustered my courage and said, "How about we give it a try?" She immediately understood what I meant, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "Are you eyeing You? You men are all the same, always wanting more than you have." I said, "If men weren't so proactive, would this society even be able to continue?" I thought she would firmly deny my idea, but to my surprise, she told me very seriously, "I'll talk to her, maybe it'll work, she's lonely too." I was speechless.

Much later, You told me that they initially slept separately, each in their own bed. But at night, sleeping alone until midnight, the girls, being less warm, would get cold. So later, they ended up sharing a blanket.

After all, they were young and full of youthful energy, and when two girls, wearing only thin underwear, squeezed into one blanket, they felt a strange restlessness. This restlessness finally materialized in a hazy way. You must have had a dream, because in the middle of the night she hugged Hong from behind, cupping her breasts and kneading them, while also rubbing her own breasts against Hong's back.

Hong was awakened, but the sensual satisfaction and the taboo of same-sex contact stimulated both of them, and they finally took the crucial step. They simply took off all their clothes and hugged each other tightly. They kissed passionately, then sucked on each other's nipples, and then even played 69, sometimes with one of them straddling the other, achieving sexual satisfaction through the mutual squeezing of their mons pubis.

This continued until I entered Hong's body. Only then did Hong realize that only a man's body could bring the greatest pleasure. But she couldn't bear to refuse her former best friend's request. So, she spent almost every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday with me, and Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday with You. Hong agreed to my idea based on the reality that they had already had sexual contact.

One day I was having lunch at the company when Hong called to tell me that it had happened. I was incredibly excited because this kind of threesome only happens in porn, and even then, it's fake, just for show.

To actually have a threesome myself was something I never even dreamed of.

So we chose a Friday night. I prepared a romantic and expensive gift for the two girls. After dinner, everyone suddenly felt a little embarrassed. I suggested they take a shower while I cleared the table. The two girls giggled and played around in the bathroom until they reached their bed. I then showered and went into their room.

The two girls were sitting side-by-side on the bed, only wearing towels. They quieted down when they saw me. I, still wearing a towel, entered the room. Looking at the two lovely women on the bed, my heart fluttered. I took off the towel, displaying my mature and muscular body—that of a man in his thirties—to them. Hong's expression was somewhat comical, while You was seeing my body for the first time, and I felt a deep longing. Her gaze lingered on my eyes, then moved down to my penis, and never left.

I took a deep breath and thrust myself between the two women. You was initially a little embarrassed, so I took her hand and placed it on my penis. I could clearly feel that her hand was sweaty. You's breasts weren't as big as Hong's, but they had a unique charm. Hong generously said, "Let her get used to it first." I looked at Hong gratefully and nimbly climbed onto You. You spread her legs, closed her eyes, and waited for my thrusts. My glans was now also throbbing, and I thrust hard into You's "deepest recesses."

You let out an "Ah!" and hugged me. My penis inside another woman's vagina was clearly a different feeling. No wonder men like different women. Although sexual intercourse generally feels the same, the differences in expressions and interactions between different women during the thrusts are still significant. That's where the fun of finding different women lies.

All my countless assumptions and fantasies turned into wave after wave of thrusts, each one more powerful than the last.

You panted under my thrusts, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over. She was muttering something under her breath, seemingly lost in thought. I glanced at Hong; she was watching us, then her hand reached down to her body, masturbating in the same rhythm as us.

The room was instantly filled with an air of eroticism and passion. After several more intense thrusts into You, I gave in to her. You clung to me tightly, as if unwilling to let my penis leave; then Hong embraced me from behind, rubbing her full breasts against my back, clearly overwhelmed with desire.

I gently pushed You away, gesturing for her to sit on my penis. She trembled as she sat down deeply, letting out an "oh," clutching her breasts in a frenzy; while I had Hong sit on my head, and I brought my lips to her labia, carefully caressing her clitoris and labia with my tongue. Hong cried out again, pleading, "Give it to me, husband! Give it to me, husband!" Both women were on top of me, seemingly in a state of ecstasy. I looked down and felt myself rising again. I gestured for them to get off, and Hong lay down. I straddled her and thrust forcefully, while You knelt behind me, greedily kissing my anus and testicles… This continued until I left Denmark. I knew, and was acutely aware, that such a highly educated woman could be wild with me, but she wouldn't commit to a real life, to marriage and children. Although I was somewhat reluctant, I had to return to reality, to do what I needed to do, to love my wife and my children.

I didn't feel guilty towards my wife, because I believe one should live in the moment. A person's life is only a few decades long. If you miss a period, even if you have many more opportunities to make love later, the time in XXX AD can never be recovered. Seek pleasure when you can, as long as you don't forget your responsibilities and your true role in society.

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