Nordic trip

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 production line's operating procedures, to facilitate future product development back home. When my superiors assigned me this task, I was initially extremely excited because it was my first time going abroad, and it was also a sign that the company leadership valued and was considering promoting me. It wasn't until I had secured my visa, bought my plane ticket, and was ready to leave that I gradually calmed down. The afternoon before my departure, my wife took the day off and we made love. When I touched her 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, so I bought a pizza on the street before rushing back to my accommodation. As I drove to an empty intersection, the wind was blowing hard, and snowflakes were falling, adding to my eagerness to get home. Looking out the window, I noticed a girl by the roadside, who appeared to be Asian, hugging her delicate shoulders in the cold wind and stamping her feet to keep warm.

I immediately felt compassion 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 the time and hadn't noticed. Then I asked her what nationality she was, and learned she was my compatriot, which instantly made me feel much closer to her. It turned out she was a PhD student in engineering, jointly trained by a university in Beijing and the University of Copenhagen. She'd gotten on the wrong bus while shopping that day and couldn't get home immediately. So we chatted all the way home, and I took her there.

From then on, we became acquainted. Sometimes she'd make some Chinese pastries and bring them over for me to try. Sometimes I'd drive her around or take her shopping. Gradually, we became very 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 angular face and a straight posture, exuding the maturity and charm of a man in his thirties. She was also quite pretty. They say there aren't many beautiful women 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 demure 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 towards me. I would always steady myself before starting the car. And in the way she looked at me, I could see a mixture of affection and approval. And so, we spent almost two months in what felt like a romantic relationship.

Copenhagen winters are long, the nights are endless, and watching movies is the best way to pass the time. That day happened to be the weekend, and I downloaded a Hollywood movie. 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 to be thinking about something too. An idea immediately formed in my mind, and my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I quickly grabbed her small hand. She seemed to have anticipated this, and didn't pull her hand away, letting me gently stroke it in my palm. I felt emboldened, as if I'd received a compliment. I moved closer, placing my other hand on her shoulder, practically pulling her into my arms.

I could sense her nervousness; 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 even stronger. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues immediately intertwined.

Everything else fell into place. 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. I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suckle frantically. She closed her eyes, 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 freely.

As I prepared to unzip her pants, she grabbed my hand. I knew that with this kind of intellectual woman, I couldn't force her; I had to conquer her with gentlemanly manners. 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 progressed. She visited my dorm more and more often, and the first thing we did upon meeting was to kiss passionately.

Two weeks later, on a 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 carefully 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 raised her head and gasped for breath.

I knew she was aroused. I tried again to pull aside her skirt, and 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.

After months of abstinence, I felt a familiar sensation return. I greedily pressed my lips to her labia and skillfully licked her clitoris. Her moans became more frantic, her whole body contorting, and her hands dug deep into my hair. Seeing the woman beneath me in her near-mad state, I suddenly became calm. Holding my enormous penis, I unhesitatingly thrust it into the deepest part of my heart that I had longed for.

The moment we joined, she couldn't help but moan, her hands gripping me tightly. I increased the force of my thrusts, rhythmically pounding into her. She finally cried out, "Push! Push!" Without further hesitation, months of confinement erupted in an instant, my countless semen shooting into her vagina. The scalding semen probably stimulated her vaginal walls; she convulsed and sobbed.

Later, I learned that she (Hong) had already "gloriously given herself" in college. I wasn't too bothered by this; such an encounter was already enough to make me happy. After that, she spent almost every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night in my bed. We experienced countless moments of frenzy, frantically demanding our most basic physiological needs from each other. This situation changed when I met someone else.

This person was her roommate, "You," also a Chinese girl. It was said that her family was quite wealthy; her parents were among the richest people in some region. But this girl herself was also very intelligent; after graduating from Fudan University, she went directly to graduate school here. She was tall, and her breasts weren't particularly full. But the long, shapely legs that outlined the curves of a young girl still stirred my fantasies, even in a man in his thirties. At first, Hong only came into my dorm, never taking me into hers 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, contrary to her name, was a lively and energetic girl. I carried their clothes, walking behind them, lost in my fantasies. But I never found 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 question implicitly approved of a threesome. I was truly astonished by the attitudes of girls nowadays, especially those born after 1985, towards sex, and I lamented 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; I had a chance! 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 sleeping in the same bed. After all, they were

young and full of youthful energy, and when two girls in the throes of first love squeezed into one bed wearing only thin underwear, they felt a strange restlessness. This restlessness finally manifested itself in a hazy state. 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 You'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 because of 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 worked out. I was incredibly excited because this kind of threesome only exists in porn, and even then, it's fake, just for show.

To actually experience it 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 girls on the bed, I was overjoyed. I took off the towel, revealing my mature and muscular body—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 slipped 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 her hand was sweaty. You's breasts weren't as large 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 awaited my thrusts. My glans was now also throbbing, and I plunged it 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, in general, feels the same, the differences in expressions and interactions between different women during penetration are still significant. That's the pleasure of finding different women.

Countless assumptions and fantasies I had made daily all materialized into wave after wave of increasingly powerful thrusts.

You gasped for breath under my onslaught, her almond-shaped eyes glazed. She murmured something, seemingly lost in ecstasy. I glanced at Hong; she was watching us, her hand moving downwards in unison with ours, masturbating.

The room was instantly filled with an atmosphere of passionate intimacy. After several more intense thrusts into You, I gave in. You clung to me tightly, as if unwilling to let my penis withdraw; then Hong embraced me from behind, rubbing her full breasts against my back, clearly overcome 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 frenzied manner; while I had Hong sit on my head, and I moved my lips to her labia, carefully caressing her clitoris and labia with my tongue. Hong cried out again, shouting, "Husband, give it to me, husband, give it to me." Both women were on top of me, seemingly in a state of ecstasy, and I felt myself gradually ejaculating. So I gestured for them to get off, had Hong lie down, and I straddled her, thrusting forcefully, while You knelt behind me, greedily kissing my anus and testicles… This kind of life continued until I left Denmark. I knew, and was well aware of my own limitations, that such a highly educated woman could be wild with me, but she wouldn't come down to real life with me, to marry and have children. Although I was somewhat reluctant, I had to return to reality, to do what I needed to do, to love my wife, to love my children.

I didn't feel sorry for my wife, because I felt that people need to live in the present. A person's life is but a few decades of light. If you miss that period, it's gone forever. No matter how many opportunities you have to make love later, the time in XXX AD can never be made up for. Seek pleasure when you can, as long as you don't forget your responsibilities and your true role in society.

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