The comfort of a newlywed wife

After a wonderful honeymoon, I found myself living in a completely different place! As a bride who moved to Hong Kong, it was a pretty good place. Every morning, I'd get up and make breakfast for my husband, and after he left for work, I could explore this beautiful Pearl of the Orient. Victoria Harbour, the Convention and Exhibition Centre, Lantau Island—I spent a month slowly appreciating it all.

Today, I went to Mong Kok and bought some clothes for my husband. When I got home, I was surprised to find he was already back.

"I'm going to Taiwan on business later, it might be for half a month," my husband said as he packed his clothes.

"Ah!" I was shocked. We'd only been married a few months, and he was going to be away from me for so long. I hugged him from behind, pleading, "No, I don't want you to go!"

He turned around and put his hand on my shoulder, "Sweetie! This is important. There's a sudden problem at the branch office there, and my boss specifically asked me to handle it personally. Be patient, I'll buy you lots of good food when I get back!" He then kissed me on the cheek.

I know he's a workaholic, and I didn't want to put him in a difficult position, so I helped him pack his luggage.

It was only a little past 9 PM after I saw him off at the airport. I sat in the taxi, lost in thought, unsure of where to go. Then, I remembered an old classmate from high school. She had come to Hong Kong with her father a few years ago and left me her phone number before leaving. I took out my phone and called her. Her father said she had moved out and gave me her phone number.

"Hello, is this Xiao Jiao?"

"Who is this?"

I recognized her voice: "Guess."

"Wow! Little Witch! (This nickname was given to me because I was considered pretty and had a good figure in school.) When did you come to Hong Kong? Where are you now? How many days are you planning to stay?" She exclaimed excitedly.

An hour later, we met. I told her about my current situation, and she said she wanted to take me to see the world. Of course, I agreed; my husband was away on a business trip, so I wasn't afraid to party all night. We

arrived at a nightclub—places I'd never dared to go before. We found a room and sat down. A guy came in: "Sister Jiao, why are you so late today? Andy Lau has already taken his turn!" She seemed to be a regular.

"Find me two handsome guys to take good care of my friends."

"Don't worry, Sister Jiao, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" The guy gave an "OK" sign and left.

Ah! No way? She's going to call two male escorts to keep us company! I panicked: "Isn't that a bit much? We'll just sing a few songs and go home! Don't go to all this trouble." I can't do that! Even if my husband finds out I went to a nightclub, it'll be a disaster, let alone calling male escorts to sit with us!

"Silly girl, the point of going out is to have fun, don't worry about so much." She said, lighting a cigarette and casually taking a drag.

"If my husband finds out, I'm dead!" I said anxiously.

"How could he possibly know? He's probably in Taiwan right now, having a good time with some woman!" Xiao Jiao said, casually exhaling a smoke ring.

"But..." Before I could finish speaking, two guys came in. To be honest, they were really handsome, both 175 cm tall, fair-skinned, like pretty boys. One of them sat down next to me. Well, since I was already there, I didn't want to be too conservative.

"Miss, you're so beautiful, your skin is so fair! We rarely see such a beautiful and well-proportioned lady like you here." Of course, I've been the school beauty since I was a child, and countless people have pursued me.

Seeing that this guy was even more handsome than my husband and had such a sweet tongue, I didn't care about anything else. We drank and sang, having more and more fun. I can't hold my liquor, and I felt like I couldn't drink much. Ah Jiao drank a lot and was probably a little drunk. She sang songs with erotic lyrics and danced in front of

the TV, making lewd gestures. "Take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!" the two guys cheered. Ah Jiao obediently twisted her waist and took off her clothes. I felt very dizzy, so I leaned weakly against the sofa and watched her performance. She lifted her short skirt, revealing pink panties underneath, and placed her fingers on her vaginal opening, stroking it while making lewd moans.

The boy with her couldn't resist any longer and rushed over to unhook her bra. Her large breasts bounced wildly in front of her. Wow! I hadn't expected her to have developed so well in just a few years. The boy caressed her breasts, occasionally kissing and licking her nipples, while simultaneously rubbing his genitals against her vulva. "Ah...ah...ah..." Ah Jiao closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

The boy next to me, who had initially been quite well-behaved, started to get restless after seeing their performance. He leaned closer and placed his hand on my leg, gently stroking it. Luckily, I was wearing jeans today. In the past, I would have been rude to any boy who dared to be so disrespectful, but now we were in Hong Kong, an open international metropolis. To fit in, one couldn't be too conservative. So I let him touch me.

Gradually, his hand moved higher and higher, slipping inside my clothes and slowly moving upwards along my waist... almost touching my breasts. No! I had to control myself. I swayed as I stood up. "Xiao Jiao, let's go! I'm drunk."

By then, the boy had already taken off Xiao Jiao's underwear. She sat on the sofa with her legs spread wide, her naked lower body exposed to everyone without any restraint. The boy seemed unfazed, continuing to rub her breasts and even inserting his fingers into her vagina. Xiao Jiao was breathing heavily; she seemed quite aroused.

"Stay a little longer, I haven't had enough fun yet," she said reluctantly.

"No, I really have to go." I grabbed my bag and staggered towards the door.

"Okay, finish the drinks on the table and then we'll go." Seeing my determination, she had no choice. So, I drank another glass.

"Let's go! Let's find somewhere to sober up."

"Anywhere." I was already quite drunk after finishing the last glass.

We went to a sauna. I thought it was only for men, but now I realized many women came there too. I didn't want to spoil Xiao Jiao's fun, so I went in with her.

After taking off our clothes, we soaked in a large warm water pool. "This pool water has Sooltin (a disinfectant similar to the Chinese brand 'Jieeryin'), which is good for the vagina," Ajiao said, spreading her vulva with her hands to let her vagina absorb the essence. I was afraid it wasn't clean enough and didn't dare to imitate her.

After the sauna, I felt much more sober. A female server helped me put on a pair of loose shorts and a bathrobe, and we went into the lounge to rest. I was surprised to find two boys, about 16 or 17 years old, standing there in uniforms. Since I was completely naked under the bathrobe, I immediately felt embarrassed, and my cheeks, which had been pale from drinking too much, flushed slightly.

After I sat down, one of the boys came over: "Would you like a manicure or a pedicure?"

"No, no," I answered before Ajiao could. I was afraid she would say "yes," and I would accidentally expose myself and embarrass myself!

"Let's go in for a massage!" Ajiao said. Led by a waitress, we each entered a small room. On the way, Xiao Jiao said to me, "Enjoy it! It's great. Don't be as reserved as before." I understood what she meant, but it was too late to regret it then; I could only grit my teeth and continue.

Not long after, a boy entered, probably around 18 years old, with a sunny smile, a strong physique, and quite handsome. A boy like that would definitely be popular with girls. Looking at him, I actually felt a little shy, probably because I knew I was completely naked under my bathrobe.

"Miss, hello! May I give you a massage?" he asked politely, and I nodded. I think no woman would refuse such a handsome young man!

He helped me lie down on the massage bed and began massaging me from my head. I often get this massage when I get my hair washed at the hair salon, and my slightly nervous mood gradually relaxed.

"Miss, you're so beautiful, your skin is fair and rosy, you're a real beauty!" Hearing such a sweet-talking young man compliment me made me feel happy, even though many people usually say I'm pretty.

He started massaging my arms, gently kneading my hands: "Miss, your hands are so delicate! Your fingers are long and slender, truly exquisite hands, so smooth to the touch. You must take good care of them." I do take great care of my hands, applying various skincare products every day, and even wearing rubber gloves when washing vegetables and dishes. My husband often can't help but kiss my hands.

Lost in his praise, I didn't even realize my bathrobe had opened, revealing half of one breast, the rosy nipple faintly visible. I quickly straightened my robe. "Is this your first time?" he said with a smile. My face flushed even more; I wanted to disappear into a hole. For a conservative married woman like me, having my breasts seen by a man other than my husband for the first time was inevitably filled with shame and embarrassment.

He was careful during the massage, avoiding touching my sensitive areas, which reassured me that he wasn't a bad or lecherous person, and I finally felt relieved. He massaged each area thoroughly, from head to toe, making me feel incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

"Miss, would you like to extend the session?" he suddenly asked, as I was still admiring his technique, because it seemed my time was up.

"Extend the session? What kind of massage?" I wanted to know first.

"An oil massage! It's very good for your skin; we use imported oil."

"Okay! I'll add it." Hearing that it was good for my skin, I agreed. Seeing him sweating profusely from the massage, I already felt a liking for him.

But as soon as I said it, I regretted it. Didn't an oil massage require taking off clothes? By then, he had already gone out to get the oil, so I had no choice but to continue.

When he came back, he told me to turn over and lie face down. I lay on the bed, feeling uneasy, wondering what he was going to do. He put his hand under my stomach, and I knew he was going to take off my bathrobe. I thought to myself that since I was facing away from him, only my back was exposed, so I bent over slightly and let him take it off.

After he took off my bathrobe, my entire back was immediately exposed to him. At this moment, my heart started racing. After all, it was the first time I had exposed so much of my body to a strange man!

He gently sat on my buttocks, poured the oil on my back, and even covered my arms, then slowly and rhythmically massaged down from my shoulders. The oil was smooth and had a pleasant fragrance. His massage was so attentive, meticulous, and the pressure was just right, making me feel warm and comfortable. I felt completely relaxed and let my skin absorb the essence.

"Miss, your skin is so beautiful, snow-white and delicate, so smooth to the touch. I've never seen such a perfect woman before." The romantic atmosphere and his words of praise completely captivated me.

He moved back a little and sat on my calves, beginning to massage my legs—calves, thighs… When he reached the end of my thighs, his hand slipped inside my loose shorts and applied the oil to my buttocks. Ah! My underwear had been removed during the sauna, meaning he was now touching my bare lower body!

Suddenly jolted awake, I tried to stop him, but his body pinned my legs down, preventing me from moving. He was already rubbing my buttocks, and I couldn't stop him from continuing.

He kept rubbing and kneading my buttocks, occasionally squeezing and pinching my flesh. The comfortable feeling made me abandon my reserve, and my tense mood gradually relaxed. Then he started applying oil to the inside of my thighs, which is my sensitive area! He pushed the oil up to my groin, almost touching my vulva. At that moment, I shivered, feeling my whole body go limp, and my vulva even twitched reflexively a few times. Perhaps he sensed it, because his hand didn't touch my vulva, but just rubbed it back and forth.

At this moment, I felt very excited. I knew I was aroused. I suppressed the moans of arousal and moved my vulva, hoping that his hand would intentionally or unintentionally touch my vulva and give me some satisfaction. He knew my intention and gently stroked my vulva with his two thumbs. Oh my god! I was so excited that I almost fainted. I never thought that someone as conservative as me would be like an animal in heat, recklessly enjoying the pleasure coming from my genitals. This was an excitement I had never felt in all the time I had been married.

He gently turned me over. I was so excited I was completely powerless, letting him do as he pleased, only turning my head to the side so he wouldn't see my face, which was flushed red to my neck. He could clearly see my breasts, small breasts with pink nipples that were already erect.

He applied some oil to my body and started rubbing it on my front. Although I was afraid he might do something else, I also wanted him to continue, to make me feel even better. He gently rubbed the oil on my breasts and occasionally stroked my nipples. My nipples have always been very sensitive, and every time he touched one, my whole body trembled, just like when my husband ejaculates.

Under his caresses, my vagina was already itchy and I felt wet. I couldn't bear it anymore. I really wished that something thick and big would be inserted into me and thrusting inside me right now. I moaned softly, "Ah...ah..."

He rubbed my breasts while pulling down my loose shorts. Now, I was completely naked in front of him. He leaned down between my legs, admiring my pubic hair, and ran his hand over my vulva, teasing me wantonly. At this point, I was completely controlled by lust and could only let him do as he pleased.

He lifted my legs, then spread them apart and placed them on his waist. Good heavens! My genitals were now wide open, facing him, and the entire structure of my vulva was exposed to him without any concealment, even my vagina, dripping with lustful fluids, was spread open, as if beckoning him to come in and enjoy it.

I twisted my hips, trying to move my aroused genitals away from his sight, but it was in vain. I was already exhausted, and my legs were spread wide open by his waist, making it impossible for me to close them. Even my husband had never seen the details of my vagina. Because I was very shy, I had refused several times when my husband tried to lick my genitals. And now, my beautiful, overflowing vagina was open for this boy I was meeting for the first time to stare at.

I glanced at him shyly and saw him staring at my vulva with a surprised expression. My pink labia were slightly parted, opening and closing gently with my breath, revealing glimpses of the tender red flesh inside. My vagina was already quite wet, slowly flowing out. Worst of all, my clitoris was peeking out from the tip of my labia; it was my most sensitive spot, now like a hungry snake emerging from its hole after a long winter, looking around, hoping to find something delicious.

The boy paused for a moment and said, "What a beautiful vulva, like a flawless piece of jade." How embarrassing! Not only did he look, but he also said it aloud! I couldn't bear to look at him anymore and quickly closed my eyes, hoping he would treat my vulva gently.

He began his assault, first caressing my labia with his hand, then gently pinching my clitoris. I felt my whole body trembling, waves of pleasure washing over me. After stimulating me with his hands for a while, he lowered my legs, bent them, and pushed them apart to the sides, making my legs almost in a straight line. Then he knelt between my legs and began to pleasure me with his mouth. He first kissed my genitals with his lips, and then stuck out his tongue to lick my labia. Oh! It felt so good! It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

He gently sucked on my clitoris, then teased the tip with his tongue. Oh no! The intense pleasure left me weak all over, only able to tremble and moan uncontrollably. I was about to dehydrate to death. Then, he produced a small vibrator from somewhere. Before I could even figure out what it was, he had already turned it on and placed it on my vulva, massaging my engorged labia. I arched my back in pleasure, my mind blank. I never imagined this little vibrating thing could feel so good.

He slowly moved the vibrator to my clitoris, and a violent tremor ran through my body. I felt an urge to urinate, and even my limbs went numb. What was happening? But I couldn't stop the spasms; my vagina opened and closed faster and more intensely. An unprecedentedly powerful orgasm instantly enveloped me.

The boy realized I had reached orgasm, so he opened his mouth wide and covered my vulva. Oh my god! I couldn't control myself anymore; urine was about to gush out. As he inhaled, he ran his fingers across my anus. I shuddered violently, and urine gushed out like a burst dam, followed by a series of rapid spasms… Ah—it felt so good!

I held his head tightly with both hands, pressing my entire lower body against his mouth. Urine kept spraying out, and my soul seemed to fly out of my body with the fluid. Only now did I realize that this was when a woman truly climaxed. The pleasure I had experienced before was merely the initial excitement. I thought making love with my husband was the happiest enjoyment in life, but this boy had so easily brought me to an even more wonderful peak. After

I climaxed, I wasn't as shy as I had been at the beginning, but because of the orgasm, my face was even redder. I watched shyly as he swallowed all the urine from his mouth. “Oh dear! That’s dirty, how could you…” I spoke to him for the first time. “It’s not dirty. That’s not urine; it’s your vaginal fluid from when you squirted. It’s good for your virility,” he said seriously. I looked at him and smiled, finding the young man silly but adorable.

"How could you bring me to orgasm so quickly?" I asked, as if we were discussing sex as husband and wife. "Amazing!" he smiled shyly. "Actually, it's not difficult for a woman to achieve orgasm. Just find the most sensitive parts of her body and stimulate them appropriately, and a chain reaction will be triggered, culminating in a powerful explosion of pent-up pleasure."

I found him increasingly endearing. Besides, I had already orgasmed and squirted in front of him—something my husband had never given me. Now, completely naked before him, offering up my most private parts—parts I'd never shown to another man—I felt no shame, only gratitude. He had shown me what a true orgasm was, unveiling the mystery of the relationship between the sexes.

For some reason, a strange urge welled up within me. I wanted to have a truly passionate sexual experience with him, to unite us in a physical bond. Whether it was being unfaithful to my husband or not was completely unimportant. I sat up and hugged him, kissing him passionately on the lips, my hand reaching down to his crotch to find what I craved. He understood what I wanted and cooperatively guided my hand inside his pants, while his other hand caressed my wildly aroused vulva. I had never been so impulsive, never needed a man's comfort so much.

His penis was already erect, and under my caresses, it became even more magnificent, almost irresistible. I impatiently pulled down his underwear and grabbed his vibrant young penis, playing with it between my fingers. Young men are truly young; his penis was so thick and erect, radiating heat and youthful energy, making my trip worthwhile. After a while

, his penis became even more powerful, the glans glowing red. I couldn't resist any longer and quickly bent down to take it into my mouth, licking it with my tongue, sucking it with my mouth, and licking it with my lips, wishing I could swallow it whole.

He leaned close to my ear, gently licking my earlobe, and whispered, "Shall I buy you a double clock?" Although I didn't know what "double clock" meant, at that moment I was willing to do anything he wanted, so I nodded repeatedly, both giving him oral sex and expressing my consent.

He said "thank you" and slowly pulled me back down, then took off his uniform top, pressing his naked, muscular body against me. I immediately spread my legs wide, parting my labia with one hand and guiding his penis to the entrance of my vagina with the other. As soon as he released my hand, he lowered his hips, and that alluring woman's treasure began to slowly penetrate deeper into my vagina. I squinted, savoring the process of my lower body gradually filling and being filled, my hands trembling with pleasure.

Wow! When the head of his penis touched my cervix, my whole body went numb—what a wonderful feeling! My entire vagina was filled with his hard penis, which was throbbing inside. Just that one thrust was enough to bring me to orgasm almost instantly. I've never felt so excited when making love with my husband.

He started to slowly thrust in and out, and I felt so good I was almost fainting. My juices were flowing uncontrollably, and I thought I must be incredibly lewd. Despite his young age, his technique was quite skilled. He would thrust shallowly a few times, then suddenly go deep, almost to the root. I believe any woman would fall at his feet. No wonder Xiao Jiao often lingers here.

While he was thrusting into my vagina, he would alternately rub my breasts with his hands. The double stimulation drove me crazy. I hugged his firm buttocks, pushing and pulling, as if he wasn't going in deep enough or hard enough, and I had to give him more. My lower body involuntarily followed the rhythm of his thrusts, rising and falling. The feeling of hungry intimacy made it more accurate to say that I was fucking him than that he was fucking me.

After getting married, I thought making love with my husband was the most exhilarating thing ever. Now I realize that sexual intercourse can reach such a blissful state. His youthful and vigorous penis is like an iron stake; every thrust feels like it's piercing my heart, and every withdrawal feels like it's pulling my heart out with it.

After only a hundred or so thrusts, I couldn't take it anymore. The increasingly tingling sensation inside my vagina caused a chain reaction of spasms throughout my body. My legs were stretched straight and wide open, and I could even feel the vaginal fluid flowing down my buttocks like a stream, soaking a sticky patch.

"Ah...no...I can't take it...I'm going to...I'm going to come again..." I murmured in a dreamlike voice, and the orgasm came quickly. I cried out, "Oh...oh..." and dug my fingers into his buttocks. "Okay, let's come together!" he said, immediately increasing the frequency and force of his thrusts, making a "slap slap" sound.

His increasingly hard penis thrust in and out during my orgasm, pushing my pleasure to even greater heights. I became completely oblivious to my surroundings, all my senses focused on my vagina, only knowing how to absorb pleasure. It felt like the whole world consisted only of his penis.

"Do you want me to cum inside?" I vaguely heard him ask. My mind was a complete blank. I vaguely remembered that I was in my safe period these past few days, but the most important thing was that he absolutely couldn't pull his penis out now. I nodded, pressing his buttocks down while moaning wildly, "Mmm... thrust... thrust... thrust harder... cum... don't stop... keep thrusting harder... ah... it feels so good..."

My vaginal walls tightly enveloped his penis, and I could clearly feel it convulsing along with the spasms of my vagina. After a few strong and deep piston-like thrusts, it stopped moving and then began to ejaculate. Oh... so much, so hot, so intense! One gushe after another sprayed into my flower core, prolonging the pleasure of my orgasm endlessly... Gradually waking from the trance, I couldn't remember where I was. My body felt limp, yet incredibly comfortable, so comfortable that I didn't want to move. He was still on top of me, his penis semi-erect but still inside my vagina. Ignoring my still rapid breathing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. The two naked people, connected only by their genitals, kissed passionately like a pair of lovers in the throes of passion.

His penis finally shrank and slipped out of my vagina, followed by a large amount of sticky, slippery secretions from both of us. He pulled away from my lips: "Lie down and rest for a bit." He got up and took a hot towel from the small table, carefully wiping my messy genitals. I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and comfortably enjoyed his gentle service.

He checked his watch, kissed me again, and said, "Sorry, time's up. Thank you for coming! If you're satisfied with my service, you can come back to me next time." Then he took the uniform next to him and pointed to the name tag: "I'm number three, my name is Peter." He put it on, then turned to pack his things.

"Peter... Peter..." I murmured, watching his strong back disappear through the door. Will I come back? I don't know. My hand gently stroked the genitals where I had just had intercourse with that young man named Peter, the first time I had betrayed my husband. I thought, perhaps one day I won't be able to resist the urge and will come back for comfort again!

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