Jiangmen Hot Spring Trip 1

After that chaotic passion, summer arrived, which was also the peak season for business. Men were either working themselves to the bone to earn money or playing themselves to the bone. My husband started focusing on his own business, often coming home very late, so tired that he would fall asleep as soon as he lay down. It was heartbreaking to see. Sometimes, to cheer him up or ease his mind, I would deliberately say, "Honey, honey, I have something to tell you. That XXX chatted with me today and wanted to ask us out. How about we go out for karaoke?" He would just stay silent or wave his hand and say, "Honey, I'm so tired, let me rest."
This year, business has been particularly tough, with fewer orders. The good thing is that my husband's business has been relatively normal, with no order cancellations and mostly no late deliveries. Gradually, his homecoming times became more regular. When work is a little easier, men tend to go astray and start overthinking. But I've already accepted it, so I don't argue with him too much anymore. One day, he said, "Honey, someone asked us out." I habitually said "Oh." He continued, "This time, let's not go for karaoke. How about we go to Gudou Hot Springs in Jiangmen sometime? It'll be a simple trip." I asked, "How far is that?" He said it would take about an hour to drive there. I said, "It's just for fun, not tourism. It's a different kind of trip. Going on a trip with my husband is relaxing, but here... I'm just serving others." My husband didn't say anything and put his arm around my neck. I pushed him away and said, "I don't know if I'll have time. We'll see." He knew I agreed when he heard me say that, so he habitually created a WeChat group for three people. We chatted briefly in the group occasionally, but there wasn't much to talk about. It was mostly flattery like "wait for me to be free," "wait for my arrangements," and "I'm the queen." I didn't want to seem too promiscuous, but I also didn't want others to think I was aloof or impolite, so I would occasionally reply with a coffee emoji to acknowledge that I understood. Women are lustful and have their own desires. After so long, I sometimes feel that urge, but I won't bring it up myself because my husband will worry about me. However, I don't wait for my husband to urge me. I quietly arrange my time according to my menstrual cycle and work situation. I know my husband will arrange things according to my menstrual cycle, but he doesn't know my daily work situation. However, my job is relatively flexible, and I can take leave if I can't make it.
In early September, the weather in the south was still hot and humid. One day, a single man said, "Sister, are you tired lately? How about we go to a hot spring for a few days?" From his tone, I already knew that my husband had told him about my menstrual cycle. I habitually replied with a coffee emoji. He persisted, asking, "Sister, what do you mean by that? Can you give me a definite answer?" I could only say, "Sure, you guys decide. I'm busy right now." Then I watched them chat and finally agreed on the 6th. I checked and it was next Monday. Today is only Thursday, so I could accept the schedule. After get off work, I asked my husband if he could go shopping with me. I need to buy two sets of underwear, and I asked him to keep an eye on things for me. My husband usually doesn't go shopping with me, but this time he immediately agreed. He sat down on the sofa, put on his shoes, and we slowly walked to the shopping mall together. On the way, I asked my husband how many times he had gone shopping with me since we got married. He smiled a little awkwardly. It was very close, so I went to my usual store and bought two sets of lace lingerie, one red and one black. When I got home, my husband reminded me to wash them.
On Monday morning at 10 a.m., he asked me in the group chat, "Sister, when am I coming to pick you up?" This time, I didn't pretend to be polite and replied directly, "Around 11 a.m., I'll take leave around 10 a.m. to go home and shower." Because I was on my way to Jiangmen, I passed by my husband's factory, so he wouldn't be coming back. He saw the chat and said, "I'll wait for you at the company." At 10:30 a.m., I told my boss, "Sister, I need to leave work early today. I have something to do this afternoon and would like to ask for leave." She said, "Please arrange your work first." I said, "I understand." Then I went home and showered. I had just finished showering and dried my hair for two minutes when my phone rang. I saw it was a single man calling me directly. When I answered, he said, "Sister, I'm at the entrance of your community. Don't rush, take your time." I smiled and said, "Okay." I dried my hair briefly, knowing what I was going to do next, so I tried to dress simply. Besides, in the south at this time of year, it's impossible to wear too many clothes. I was wearing a black V-neck short-sleeved shirt and white shorts. I had wanted to wear high heels, but my husband said they would be inconvenient for walking, so I wore white casual shoes instead. I was wearing a new bra I had bought the day before yesterday.
My hair was still damp and loose. As I walked to the entrance of the community, a black Lexus honked. I looked up and saw that he looked a lot like the person in the photo. Since I wasn't sure, I smiled at him. He said, "Sister, get in." I opened the back door of his car, intending to sit in the back, but he said, "Sister, sit in the front. It's still more than 20 kilometers to my brother's company. Let's chat and get to know each other first." I thought that made sense, so I turned around and sat in the front passenger seat. After I was seated and fastened my seatbelt, he said, "Sister, let's go." Then we slowly drove off, chatting briefly about the weather and what I liked. The light turned red, and the car stopped. He casually placed his right hand on my leg, stroking it and saying, "Sister, your skin is so nice, your legs are so white and smooth." I said it's natural, nothing special. The car started moving again. I noticed he was leaning towards me because he was touching my leg, so I moved my left leg towards him. "Sister, you're so nice," he said, stopping and starting. His hand had already gone inside, so I had to adjust the backrest and half-lie down, opening my legs. He tried to unbutton my pants, but because he was driving, I unbuttoned them myself. My underwear and pants had slipped down a bit, and a shirt was covering them. I closed my eyes, listening to the hum of the car and the occasional horn. Water started flowing. He touched me down there, then sucked his finger, repeating this motion over and over. I tried to get some tissues, but he wouldn't let me. I said I needed to put them under my buttocks because my underwear was wet and I couldn't get out of the car. After putting them under my buttocks, I continued lying with my legs spread. Although I wasn't craving an orgasm, it felt very comfortable. After a while, I felt the road become uneven, and the car kept bumping. I sat up and saw that we had entered a side road. He saw me get up... He pulled me over, pressed my head down towards his genitals, and I knew he wanted me to eat it. I loosened his belt, unzipped his zipper, and pulled his underwear down a little. With a gentle pull, his penis sprang out, pointing directly at my face. Clear, watery fluid oozed from its opening. It had no smell. I licked it a few times and then put it in my mouth, using my mouth to stroke it. He drove slowly, swaying and bumping forward... Suddenly, the car hit a big pothole and jolted violently. I was pushed deep into my throat, making me moan and spit out his penis. Then I coughed loudly, panting, my face turning red from the coughing. "Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I coughed and waved my hand. After calming down, I said, "I won't eat anymore, I won't eat anymore. We should be almost there." As I said this, I adjusted my seat and sat up. I felt my face was a little hot. I looked in the mirror and saw that it was indeed red. I asked him to stop the car. After getting out, I turned to him and said, "Please pour some water on my face so I can wash it." After washing my face, I felt much better. He straightened his clothes, calmed his breathing, and drove into his husband's factory. He got out of the car,
and his husband stood at the factory gate. We went upstairs together, greeting acquaintances along the way: "Hello! Long time no see! Mrs. Zhang is here!" We chatted with the people we knew. We went into his office; the tea was already brewed. His husband sat on a single sofa and washed the teacups for us. I sat opposite him across the tea table. We drank for a while, then heard the workers talking as they left work. After the machines stopped and the workers left, the workshop and office were quiet. We drank for a while longer, then his husband got up, locked the door, handed me some paper, and sat back down on the single sofa, watching us. I didn't know what they had discussed in private, but I understood it wasn't just about drinking tea. I couldn't say anything then, so I took the paper and glared at my husband. The man saw this and said, "Don't be angry, sister," and reached out to unbutton my pants. Then he gently pushed me, trying to make me lie down on the sofa. I said, "Right here? Isn't that inappropriate?" What if someone comes over? He didn't say anything, but when he pushed me again, I had no choice but to lie down. He took off my shoes and started to pull off my clothes. At this point, I didn't say anything, just slightly tilted my buttocks. He gently pulled down both my underwear at the same time. My husband took them and licked my underwear a few times before placing them on the armrest of the single sofa he was sitting on. Since he had already taken off my pants, I had no choice but to put some tissue under my buttocks to prevent it from getting everywhere. I had one leg behind him and the other on his leg. He turned to me and then gently moved my left leg. I knew that I couldn't penetrate him in this position; he wanted me to open my legs. So I put my left leg on the back of the sofa. He stood up and took off his pants. After he took off his pants and came over to lie on top of me, I put my right leg on the coffee table. Feeling uncomfortable, I wanted to put it on the floor, so I used my foot to look for my shoe. My husband saw this and came over to help me put my right shoe on. I slipped it on the floor, saying that this position would allow us to work together later.
Women can be so fickle sometimes. Just a moment ago I thought my husband was being a bit too much, but now I'm starting to crave it and am even preparing to have sex with someone else. I closed my eyes, anticipating it... He pushed my top and bra up a few times, revealing my breasts. He lowered his head and started sucking on my breasts, his hands caressing my body. As he stroked me, I tilted my head back, my breathing becoming a little rapid. Slowly, his hands moved down to my lower body, and as he teased me, my body trembled. I felt a warm, wet rush from below. Then he stopped and called me "brother." I felt something rubbing against me a few times, paused briefly, and then thrust in. I let out a soft "uh." My husband told me to be quiet. I held my breath and slowly exhaled. "Sister, do you want to climax?" I asked, my eyes still blurry. "Can you give me one? I want it." He said I was too excited and wasn't sure. I didn't say anything and closed my eyes. Seeing this, he said he would try his best. To be honest, I really wanted to climax. When he said that, I hugged his waist tightly, one foot on the ground and the other on the sofa. Maybe because of the tense and novel environment, I felt a strong desire and started to twist and turn with him. After a few minutes, he said "****" during his thrusting. I was afraid I would ejaculate so quickly, so I hugged his buttocks tightly with hunger and twisted my hips upwards to meet his. In the friction, I actually climaxed. A wave of contracting pleasure washed over me, and I cried out in a breathy voice, "Faster...faster...it feels so good...it feels so good..." He whispered as I contracted. He moaned and quickened his thrusting. After a few heavy breaths, he thrust in hard a few more times, then lay still on top of me... He went limp and came out, and I felt the semen flowing out too. I gently pushed him and said the semen was flowing out. He got up and pulled out, and another stream flowed out. Because of the orgasm, I was in a good mood. I sat up and looked down. Thick semen was flowing from my body onto the sofa. I laughed and said, "How many days has it been since you did it with your wife?" He said at least half a month. I said, "Wife, don't you want it?" He said that when he wanted it, he said he was tired. While we were talking, my husband took off his pants and came over... I lay down and hugged my husband, deliberately looking annoyed, and said, "Shameless! You dare to do this in the office!" My husband didn't say anything, wrapped his arms around my neck, and thrust into me.
After having sex with my husband, I used some tissues to pad my lower body and rested for a while. When I got up, the sofa was soaked, with white semen that I hadn't managed to remove. My husband found a cloth, poured warm water on it, and wiped the sofa clean. I put the tissues back on, sat up, got dressed, and sat down to drink tea and rest for a bit. My husband checked the time and said, "Sister, it's time for dinner." We got up and locked the door. When I came out, because I had used so many tissues, I felt very uncomfortable down there, and my gait was a little awkward. My husband said that when the cleaning lady came, she would notice that I had sex. I gave him a embarrassed look and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

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