Sanya in early summer

Early summer has arrived in the blink of an eye. After two dates alone, my wife has found more enjoyment in her dates with him. Perhaps it's based on our long-standing friendship, or perhaps his generous spending has made her materially dependent on him—though not very strongly. Women are materialistic, after all, it's normal. I felt we were ready to move to the stage of a three-person trip. In early September , the children started school and could stay with their parents, so we decided to go to Sanya for a vacation. I suggested that we start our initial idea together. She nodded in agreement, and then I asked her to let him know the hotel we arrived at on our first night in our WeChat chat. He still thought it was just my wife's invitation and happily booked the same hotel for us, except he was in the suite section.
On our first night there, we were exhausted from the journey and went to bed early. Partly because we were tired, and partly because we were all nervous about the opening ceremony the next day. Even though we'd showered, I still suggested we go for a walk on the beach. The hotel has its own private beach. I held her hand, and as the evening breeze blew, her long beach dress billowing in the wind, I asked her if she regretted it. She shook her head and asked me in return, "What about you?" I said no. Watching the people playing on the beach, I brushed her hair aside and kissed her forehead before heading back to our room to rest. We didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but a good rest was always good.
The next morning, around 6 a.m., her phone received a WeChat message. She glanced at it and told me he wanted her to come to his room. I said, "Go ahead, call me if you need anything." She nodded and went to wash up. Half an hour later, she came out—wow, she looked like a goddess again! A clear lip gloss made her small lips even more alluring. Her rarely-dressed eyes had been enhanced with longer lashes, making her already expressive eyes even more captivating. She had applied a touch of blush; she rarely wore makeup, but perhaps it was to conceal her tired skin from lack of sleep, or maybe it was for him. She wore a light purple vest dress, the neckline lower than the knee, adorned with small, delicate floral prints that complemented her exquisitely small face. She wore brown stilettos with ankle straps. It was a bit chilly outside, so she had draped a white short-sleeved blouse over it, making her look like a fairy, haha. She asked me if I looked good. I said, "You look good in anything." She said, "I'm going!" I told her, "Go ahead, cheer up!"
I turned around, closed the door, and listened to the sound of her high heels walking up the stairs slowly disappear. My heart started racing. I didn't know what would happen next. I quickly got up, washed up, put on a short-sleeved shirt, and watched TV while waiting for her message. At that moment, I truly felt like each day was an eternity.
About 40 minutes later, when I received her WeChat message, I glanced at the time. " Come on over, in room 808. " Although it was only a few words, every single one struck me deeply. I ran to their door as fast as I could. It was quiet inside, not as I had imagined. Strangely, there was even a hint of regret? Heh. I rang the doorbell, and she opened the door. I saw she had changed into a bathrobe—not the hotel's, but I later learned that he had bought her an Armani bathrobe because he was worried about hygiene in the hotel. It was a simple style, but it already accentuated her figure. She turned and went inside. I closed the door myself, and then I smelled a faint perfume scent, confirming it was his usual fragrance. Passing through the living room, she saw her dress and his clothes scattered haphazardly on the sofa. He came out to greet her, exchanging polite pleasantries, albeit with a slightly awkward undertone. Sure enough, he was wearing the same dress as her. She felt a pang of unease. The wind blew and chewed, the flowers gathered and the grass turned gray and yellow, the walls were pale, the grass was suitable for the long journey, the pancreas was fine and hazy, the gourd was covered with grass, the relatives were hard and the emperor was tall, the water dripped and the grass was beautiful, the grass was bright and shiny, the grass was strong and the grass was covered with grass, ... I think it was a 5 or 6 out of 10. I heard her moaning and saying "no, no," so I was worried something might happen and went outside. Seeing everything was alright, I sat down on the sofa in the living room, casually flipping through a magazine. Before I'd even settled in, he called out, "You're already here, come in!" Without hesitation, I practically jumped out and went in. The room was completely naked; they were having sex from behind on the bed. She was facing the door, her hand covering her mouth, making soft moans. When she saw me, she panicked, "Honey, don't come in! Don't come in! Don't look! Honey, don't look!" But I knew that the more she acted like that, the more it fueled his desire. Sure enough, he thrust even harder, and after a few rounds, he ejaculated completely inside her. I actually only stood there motionless for about five minutes. I'd never felt like that before; my head felt throbbing with blood, and I think they did too. They collapsed onto the bed. I went over and took her hand. " Were you happy? " She nodded weakly, the blush on her cheeks telling me she had climaxed. Then, perhaps to avoid embarrassment, he went to wash first. I helped her up and showed her her vagina. Sure enough, a stream of white fluid was flowing out. Only then did I notice the thong she was wearing under her skirt—the purple one she bought in Japan. So, they hadn't even taken off their underwear while they were doing it. She said, "Don't look, I'll wash it off." I said it was okay. She pulled her hand away from mine and ran into the bathroom. She took off her bathrobe and handed it to me. There were obvious red marks from her hands on her breasts and buttocks. It seemed their foreplay had been quite intense before I arrived.
I could hear their laughter and playful banter coming from the bathroom. I sat alone in the living room, letting the discomfort in my head slowly subside...
To be continued

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