My Ups and Downs in the Sea of Desire (01-02)

Chapter One: The Budding of Love

Although I've been wanting to write this for a long time, sitting here at the computer, I still don't know where to begin. My husband has been encouraging me to record these experiences, and I hope my words can inspire those who happen to read them, especially those sisters who are tightly bound by traditional ideas, yearning for but forced to suppress their desire for happiness, and comforting themselves with excuses despite their unhappiness, as well as their partners. Life's journey is both long and short. I hope everyone can cherish this time that will never return and tightly embrace the happiness they can still grasp.

I consider myself a very fortunate woman; I love life and am grateful for everything it has given me. My name is Qianqian (this is not my real name, of course; to protect privacy, all friends mentioned in the text are pseudonyms). I just turned 30 this year, am 168 cm tall, and weigh 52 kg. I thank God and my parents for their blessings, giving me a beautiful face and a graceful figure. My friends envy me for being able to eat whatever I want without gaining weight and for having a pair of 36E breasts. From middle school onwards, I was never short of ardent admirers, which gave me a unique sense of superiority. I heeded my parents' teachings and never easily gave my heart away, until the end of my junior year of college when I fell in love with my current husband, Feng. Feng was the school's heartthrob, tall, handsome, academically excellent, and possessing numerous accolades and honors: best debater in a debate competition, first prize in a regional university singing competition… Despite being admired and pursued by countless girls, he remained devoted to me for three years. We were considered a golden couple by our classmates and teachers, a match made in heaven. After Feng and I started dating, one dark night, he was beaten up by several classmates. He told me it was because of a small conflict, but I later learned that the people who beat him up were another boy who liked me.

Our love began with affection and ended with a kiss. For over a year, although I was thrilled countless times by his touch, I always firmly guarded my last line of defense. I gave my body to Feng for the first time when we were about to graduate from university. At that time, the school had completely lost its academic atmosphere; every day was filled with classmate gatherings, as if the impending separation was forever. Male classmates, emboldened by alcohol, would often tell me they had a crush on me, and some would even shout my name from outside the dormitory. That night, Feng, also a little drunk at his classmates' gathering, kissed me passionately under the night sky in the school's small garden, caressing me and crying, asking if I would leave him someday, and why I hadn't given myself to him for so long. Finally, in a cheap hotel near the school costing 50 yuan a night, I gave him my virginity. My memories of my first time are filled with ignorance, nervousness, and fear, while he was as excited as a fawn. When he finally ejaculated inside me, he was as thrilled as a victorious general.

After graduation, Feng joined a globally renowned multinational company, and I became an English teacher at another school in the same city. Less than a year after graduation, we got married. Our wedding was incredibly simple—no house, no car. Because Feng didn't want it to interfere with his work, we didn't even take our honeymoon. He said he'd make it up to me with a romantic honeymoon later, but I didn't care. To me, every day with him was my honeymoon. Our married life was simple and sweet. Although he was busy with work, his love for me never diminished; he was incredibly considerate. A year later, with our parents' help, we bought a two-bedroom apartment in the city, finally having a home of our own.

From the first time I gave myself to him, sex felt like an expression of love, but also a responsibility and obligation. I never experienced the pleasure I found irresistible. Sometimes my body would send signals of desire under his teasing, but ultimately, it never ignited a stronger spark under his touch. So, sex seemed optional to me, but I was happy to reciprocate his every whim, feeling it was his way of expressing his love.

Feng, however, cared more about my feelings than I did. He always asked about my experience after each sexual encounter. I always gave him affirmative answers because I didn't want his pleasure to be affected by me. And every time he felt great and asked me if I had an orgasm, I never knew how to answer, because I didn't know what an orgasm was really like. Maybe I did? Because I occasionally experienced some real pleasure during it. But that feeling was very different from the descriptions I found on Baidu. Later, I saw online that different women had different experiences with orgasms, and I thought I might be one of those who didn't feel it very strongly. Feng was very disappointed about my "not feeling strong during orgasms," and he would often download pornographic movies online to arouse me. However, as my physical sensations became stronger, his disappointment became more and more complete. But it didn't matter to me. I was happy doing anything with him. I liked this simple and happy life.

Chapter Two: Menarche

That summer, Feng took his annual leave, and two years after our marriage, we finally planned our "honeymoon trip." With excitement, we boarded a flight to Kunming. After a short stay in Kunming, we headed to our first destination, Lijiang.

We booked a well-rated guesthouse online in advance. The antique-style rooms were unique, and the rooftop attic offered a view of the distant snow-capped mountains. Blue skies and white clouds, babbling brooks, smooth and clean cobblestone streets, and handcrafted wooden houses tell tales of this town's rustic charm and tranquility, inviting one to slow down and savor the moment. On my very first afternoon, I told Feng I didn't want to leave. We wandered aimlessly through the streets. That evening, at a small bar near the guesthouse, we ordered a beer, and with the soothing sound of a saxophone, I looked at Feng and felt an extraordinary sense of happiness.
On our second night in Lijiang, as we nestled in bed, preparing to sleep, a woman's sobbing faintly drifted from the next room. Just as I was wondering what was going on, Feng suddenly sat up, pressed his ear against the wall, and smiled at me with a mysterious yet excited expression. As the sound grew clearer, I immediately understood—it was a woman's pleasurable moans during sex. My heart pounded wildly. The partition wall at the head of the bed was clearly no longer able to block the plea-filled sounds of pleasure. The cries, a mixture of calling and pleading, instantly echoed in our room, filled with the woman's current satisfaction and pleasure. It was the first time in my life I had truly heard someone else's intimate moments. The sounds were electrifying; I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my face burning, a feverish heat coursing through my body. Feng leaned down and embraced me, he too seemed incredibly excited. I gently lifted my head to receive his passionate kiss. One of his hands was under my neck, the other gripping my breast tightly, his thumb kneading my already erect nipples. I could feel waves of heat flowing from below.

"Baby, your face is so hot, do you want it?" Feng sensed my excitement.

"Yes… come in quickly."

When he entered me, an intense pleasure quickly spread from below throughout my body. I could feel his penis was hotter and harder than ever before. With each rapid thrust, my breathing became increasingly rapid. I craved even more intense pleasure, clamping my legs tightly around his buttocks, placing my hands on my chest, and pinching my nipples firmly between my thumbs and forefingers.

The woman's moans grew increasingly wanton, clearly oblivious to her surroundings, completely immersed in her own world of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, fuck me, ah, fuck me, fuck me, brother, don't stop, ah..."

Those wanton moans deeply stimulated Feng and me, and I couldn't help but cry out along, "Husband, ah, harder, um," but my cries sounded so weak compared to those next door.

The pleasure below grew stronger with my cries, spurring me to gradually open my voice, and I began to shout loudly, as if unwilling to be outdone.

"Husband, faster, harder, ah, ah," I longed for Feng to be even more vigorous, to make that pleasure even more intense.

I had never cried out like that during sex before, nor had I ever said anything like that. Feng was clearly excited, holding me tightly, his thrusts becoming even more intense. An unprecedentedly strong pleasure quickly gathered in my vagina. Just as I was immersed in it, Feng pressed his hard penis against me, his body trembling slightly, and he ejaculated.

I had never felt such disappointment. I so desperately wanted that feeling to last a little longer, to be stronger. I felt that an orgasm was just around the corner.

Feng kissed me, looking at me with immense satisfaction, and said, "Baby, you were amazing today. You've never been this wet before. Did you have an orgasm today?"

Looking at his happy and satisfied face, I didn't want to spoil his fun, but I also felt incredibly wronged. "I don't know, maybe." I kissed him. "Go wash up and go to sleep." After

we washed up and lay in bed, the sounds from next door hadn't stopped. Feng said, "That woman is amazing. I wish you were as sensitive as her." I said, "I'm so sleepy, let's go to sleep." He tried to hold me, but I said I wasn't comfortable. Soon, his snoring began, but I was wide awake.

The woman next door was still moaning unrestrainedly, her wanton cries proclaiming her pleasure and mocking me, making me incredibly envious. I quietly listened to her moans, "Ah, ah... so good, so good, so incredibly good, ah, ah, fuck me." The man

was also excitedly saying something, but his voice was so low that I couldn't hear him at all.
"Ah, I want it, I want it every day, I want to be fucked by you, I want to be fucked by your big cock, ah, fuck me, brother, ah..."

Her increasingly lewd moans aroused me again. What kind of man could make him so happy? He must be very strong and muscular. Making love with him must be incredibly pleasurable. This thought made my heart pound again, and a warm current flowed from below. I covered her wet, hot opening with my right hand, clamping my legs tightly together, and kneading my nipples with my left hand.

Her cries suddenly quickened, becoming urgent and suppressed. Abruptly, after a long shout, the sound stopped abruptly, leaving only the sounds of flesh colliding violently. A few seconds later, another long shout accompanied by rapid breathing, as if a complete release after suppression, wave after wave… My hand began to rub back and forth below, waves of pleasure coursing through my body with each friction. I gently parted her legs, inserting my left fingers into her already overflowing honeypot, while my right fingers flicked back and forth at her clitoris, waves of intense pleasure spreading throughout my body with each touch of my fingertips. My breathing became increasingly rapid.
Less than half a minute after the pause, the woman's lewd sounds from next door began again. The man's voice grew louder, and I could vaguely hear, "Is it good, baby..."

"Ah, it's good, it's so good, ah, ah, I'm going to be fucked to death by you, ah ah..."

I couldn't hear what the man said next, but I clearly heard the words "your husband..." "
Yours, ah, yours is big, brother's cock is big, ah, I want to be fucked by brother's big cock every day..."
Adultery? When those two words surfaced in my mind, a strong sense of stimulation surged into my heart. That stimulation, along with the woman's lewd cries and my fingers rapidly flicking on my clitoris, sent even stronger waves of pleasure into my body. Big cock, big cock, just how big is it? Is it more comfortable to have a bigger cock inserted? At this moment, I dared not think any further, but I felt that I also wanted a big cock inserted into my wet honey hole.

The man's breathing suddenly intensified, accompanied by low growls, "Mmm, mmm, slut..." The woman's cries also became brief and rapid once more, followed by long moans. At the same time, the man also clearly shouted, his voice filled with the same satisfaction. I knew he must have ejaculated.

The room next door quieted down, but I couldn't. My fingers had precisely found that spot that gave me unparalleled pleasure, flicking it back and forth. With each flick, the intense pleasure seemed to slowly gather, like a water droplet increasing in number. My legs involuntarily clamped together, unwilling to let it drip. The droplet grew larger and larger, as if it was about to burst, and a drop was about to fall... Finally, it fell, splashing on the ground. The moment it hit the floor, an unprecedentedly intense pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. My mind seemed to go blank for a moment. Just as I was about to wake up, another drop fell, and my body began to tremble... I knew clearly that I had orgasmed. This was my first time masturbating, and my first orgasm. The intense pleasure made my body feel so good, and at that moment, my husband slept so peacefully beside me. The

next day, we got up late and didn't go out for a walk. We drank tea on the wicker chairs in the inn's courtyard. We had just returned to our room after lunch when the sound of a man and a woman coming back from next door and opening their door immediately caught my attention. I immediately put down the clothes I had just changed out of and was about to fold, opened the door, and casually leaned against the railing outside. I glanced slightly at the doorway next door, and it was completely different from what I had expected. It was a man of medium build, about 1.7 meters tall, slightly thin but with a sunny and energetic air, wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He probably noticed me too, turning his head to reveal a handsome, sunny face: a broad forehead, an oval face, a pair of bright, piercing eyes, a straight, prominent nose, and sharply defined features. The moment our eyes met, my heart suddenly pounded like a thief's, and I quickly turned my head away to look at the courtyard below. The woman wasn't tall either, wearing the same simple short-sleeved shirt and jeans, which accentuated her curves. She was wearing a white baseball cap, and before I could even see her face clearly, I had already turned my head away. They also opened their doors and went inside.

In the afternoon, when we were about to go out, I saw the two of them sitting in the courtyard. The woman had changed into a light blue floral long dress and a white short-sleeved top with a low neckline, her large, white breasts almost spilling out. She was wearing oversized sunglasses, but you could still tell from her silhouette that she was beautiful. The handsome man was facing the direction we came from. He stared at me and smiled slightly. I felt very uncomfortable, so I pretended not to see him and walked out.

We spent the afternoon wandering around, buying a lot of little things and taking many photos. In the evening, we went to a bar for a while. Feng ordered two bottles of beer, and I ordered a drink. When we were almost finished, the man and woman from the next table came in and sat down not far from us. I kept glancing over there. After they ordered, they started chatting animatedly. The man was saying something that made the woman laugh continuously, occasionally playfully slapping him.

Not long after, he saw us. When our eyes met, he smiled slightly at me, nodded in greeting, and I smiled back. The woman seemed to see him greeting me. He lowered his head and said something to her. Suddenly, she stood up and slapped him hard on the arm, then stared at him and pinched him. He pretended to be in pain and begged for mercy. The woman sat back down, then suddenly looked up and stared at him with her big, round eyes. Then she started playfully teasing him again.

We finished our drinks, and Feng said we should go back. I said I wanted to sit a little longer, so I asked him to order a few more beers, and we drank together. I kept secretly glancing at them, and he kept looking over too. After finishing the beer, we ordered a few more bottles, which we quickly finished. Feng knew I never drank and had a low tolerance for alcohol, so he said that was enough and we should go back.

Before leaving, I went to the restroom. When I came out to wash my hands, I suddenly saw him standing next to me in the mirror. He smiled at me and said, "Are you leaving?"

I smiled back, but didn't know what to say, so I simply replied, "Yes."

"Where are you from?"

"S City.

" "What a coincidence, we're from K City."

Our two cities are very close, less than an hour's drive apart. Before I could respond, he quickly asked, "Let's exchange phone numbers or QQ numbers. We also like to travel, and since we're so close, we can travel together sometime." He sounded very sincere, smiling at me.

Strangers often approached me and asked for my number before, but I never paid them any attention. This time, however, my heart suddenly pounded with nervousness. I quickly recited my phone number, not sure if he heard me, then straightened up and said, "I have to go now, my husband is waiting for me," and hurried away.
My face was burning hot, perhaps from the alcohol. Back in my room, I rushed into the bathroom and took a shower. As I showered my face and body, his image kept replaying in my mind. This made me uneasy; how could I be thinking about a stranger? What I regretted even more was giving him my phone number.

After I finished showering, Feng also went in to shower. After he went in, I heard the two people in the next room return.

After Feng got into bed, I quickly snuggled into his arms. I felt an overwhelming urge; I had already removed all my inhibitions, completely naked. Feng seemed surprised, yet also excited. When he rolled over and pinned me beneath him, inserting his hard penis into my already wet vagina, I couldn't help but moan.
"Ah, ah... husband, harder, ah..."

Gone was my usual shyness and reserve; I cried out loudly, yearning for him to bring me to that peak of pleasure. Clearly, this change excited Feng, and he thrust his hard penis into my vagina with all his might.
Soon after, the ecstatic moans from next door also began to echo.

Feng became even more excited, his thrusts becoming even more violent.

A moment later, the woman's lewd cries rang out, "Ah, brother, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ah, ah, you're so strong today, fuck me to death, fuck me to death..."

"So good, ah, so good, so good, your big cock is fucking me so good, ah, fuck my little cunt..."

...

Feng was also aroused by the lewd cries. I didn't know why she was so wanton, but I knew she must be enjoying herself immensely at that moment. And I, too, strongly desired to enjoy myself like her.

I gripped Feng's arm tightly, staring into his eyes, "Husband, husband."

Feng thought something was wrong, stopped, and asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing, husband, fuck me, let me orgasm, okay? Please?" I looked at him with extremely eager eyes.

Feng didn't speak, but continued his vigorous thrusting, murmuring, "Good, baby, good."
I started screaming wildly, "Ah, ah, husband, fuck me, fuck me, make me climax, please, fuck me..." This unrestrained screaming stimulated me greatly, and it also deeply stimulated Feng. I could clearly feel his penis inside my vagina getting harder and harder. The frequency of his thrusts also increased.

The pleasure below grew stronger and stronger, and I arched my hips to meet his fierce thrusts.

Suddenly, Feng hugged me tightly, his penis pressing firmly against me. I knew he had ejaculated again.

At this moment, I felt like I was about to collapse, filled with resentment and anger. The howling of the woman next door seemed to be mercilessly mocking me.

Feng raised his head, wanting to kiss me, but I pushed him away and pressed my hand to my clitoris, starting to frantically stroke it. Waves of pleasure began to wash over my body again.

Feng paused for a moment, then leaned down beside me, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand gripped the other tightly.
I pulled his hand over and placed it on my clitoris, teasing it. He quickly understood and began to tease me rapidly.

I started moaning loudly again, "Husband, move me, ah, ah, move me, move me, it feels so good..."
The woman's moans next door became more intense again. I knew she was close to climaxing. I imagined them, imagining him on top of her, thrusting violently like a warrior. Her beautiful face was contorted with pleasure. They were lying next to me, and I felt like I was the woman being pressed beneath her.

With a long howl from the woman, I knew she had climaxed again, and I felt I had reached the peak of pleasure.

I pushed Feng's hand away and started teasing myself with my own fingers. The pleasure quickly gathered. It was coming, it was almost there... Suddenly, the man's excited moans came from next door. He was about to climax. I kicked my legs hard on the bed, raising my buttocks high, wanting to touch that peak of pleasure, as if welcoming his final thrust.
A surge of heat gushed from below, and waves of intense pleasure quickly engulfed my body; I climaxed again.

Afterwards, although Feng didn't say anything, I could clearly sense that something was off about him. I knew I might have hurt his pride, but I also understood that he was probably lacking in this area. I snuggled into his arms, letting him hold me as we slept, and told him he had finally brought me to orgasm.

[To be continued]
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