Talked to one woman. She recommended a Chinese doctor who has a small clinic on the island. The doctor’s name is Li, a rare name, and his clinic specializes in acupuncture and massage. Gave me a small avenue of this clinic. According to him, our guide and found this clinic. And the next morning we were driving in a minibus on the smooth and wide Chinese autobahn.
"Clinic" - it certainly sounds loud. This is such a beautiful and cozy courtyard with a garden adjacent to the mountainside. And the mountains in Hainan is a separate song. The garden is quite ordinary: breadfruit, mango, bananas. Just kidding. This is normal for the locals. Next to the garden is awkward, in Chinese a completely uncomfortable small two-story building.
At the reception, the Chinese girl took us as relatives. The reason, however, is transparent. We brought with us dollars. Greenish crispy bills, which are so fond of the Chinese. Not only the Chinese love them, but only the Chinese love money and dollars in particular. Money for them is the holiest. Higher than the Communist Party, higher than Mao, higher than the father and mother. Paradox, but it is.
The stairs went up to the second floor. Doors are missing here as a class. Instead of doors - translucent curtains. It seems that everyone here has nothing to hide, and the climate, to put it mildly, is warm.
Dr. Lee received us in a small room with a desk, a couch, a wardrobe and a translation girl. This girl invited us to the doctor. For some reason, not one by one, but all at once. Perhaps, it is still not sufficiently accurately expressed in Russian, although it charatoril boldly. In general, we stared at the doctor all herd. First, to the doctor hooked Alina.
“Rutsku, Pazalsta, Rutsku Doctor,” sang the translator.
Dr. Li was such a large, tanned Chinese man with an impenetrable face. With three fingers, he took Alina’s wrist and froze. I thought a bit and dumped all Alinkina sores to the surface. It would be unthinkable here: to give out medical secrets to all outsiders. But this is China. There is a lot of unusual. Alina, and we were all just dumbfounded. This doctor didn’t tap out, didn’t listen, didn’t say “Tell AA-AA!”, Didn’t take tests. He just felt the pulse!
- Climb on the knee piece!
Dr. Lee sat down with Alina and began to twist her legs in different directions. Alina oyknula a couple of times.
- Nusna pasmatret cool, groomed! - the translator with a gesture showed that you need to lift up the shirt.
Alina had no choice but to submit. The doctor muttered something displeasurefully in Chinese, and suddenly Alinkiin shifted the bra to her neck with a rough and dexterous movement. We three were taken aback. It's one thing when a doctor examines your chest, and quite another when your chest is examined by all and sundry, including patients waiting in line at the door of Dr. Li.
Alina blushed and looked confused while the doctor thoughtfully crushed her breasts with her hands. I wonder how Victor feels. Victor pretended that he did not notice my gaze, and by all appearance showed that nothing special was happening here. Before I came to my senses, it was suddenly my turn.
With a pulse, the doctor again showed the class. Although I didn’t have any particular illnesses, he did note the unpleasant tendency. The translator invited me to the couch. Then it dawned on me that I blundered. If Alina wore jeans, then I dressed up in a denim skirt. And what should I do now? Run away or what? So silly!..
When the doctor began to lift my legs, I noticed how Victor shifted to the side in order to be able to peek at me under my skirt. I tried not to look at my husband. But the picture was still the same: I lay in front of the Chinese, who throws my feet on his shoulders, pushes them apart, the devil knows what he is doing with them. Then, at the interpreter's command, I was stripped to the waist. Damn, okay, so what now ... Victor was staring at my chest, trying not to miss anything. I noticed that he put one hand in his pocket. Husband was very confused. And I thought that Mikhail had probably just recently been staring at Alina. I rose from the couch in a gloomy mood, although the very fact of my involuntary exhibitionism in front of a crowd of spectators led me noticeably.
When we left the doctor, some red-eyed man caught my eye, winked with a serious look and showed a thumb. I wanted to throw a bag at him, but the Chinese do everything quickly: I was already on the procedure.
Michael:
Everything turned out somehow unexpected. Once - and I no longer believe my eyes, I stare at Alina’s chest. In the presence of his husband and his wife. Unusual sensations. Other unusual sensations washed over when Dr. Li began to paw the half-naked Svetka in the presence of familiar and unfamiliar viewers. Behind my back, Victor distinctly puffed. Squinting my eyes, I saw that he was searching for his pocket. I thought that he was massaging his pleasure center. Victor clearly fapal my wife. However, it cost me some effort not to let the cocoon grow on my pants.
Sveta is afraid of acupuncture. And we went to Victor with one of the offices. More precisely, in one of the torture cabinets.
After a while, we were already lying naked on hard tables, covered with needles from top to toes.
- Damn, what the ... - heard the voice of Victor - Mikhalych, I get up naturally!
I turned my head and it was noticeable that Victor was not lying.
“You need to stare at other wives,” I answered jokingly.
- Yes, where are the other people's wives! It itself. And he did not stare himself!
- I'm not you, at his staring. You need a needle stuck under the eggs?
- And then!
- And then. Point Hui Bay is called. From prostatitis. You see, very accurately hit.
- You too...
- Yes, this is Dr. Lee knowingly takes dollars. Uncomfortable somehow ...
I was lying and thinking that when the assistant came to remove the needles, we would look like two bare pidaras with sticking prichindalami. I was located at the door. But the Chinese do not have doors, but there is only a thin curtain that moves lazily under the wind. Is that a curtain whispering like that? Almost twisting my neck, I turned my head and saw the socks of shoes under the curtain. Svetka shoes. And Alinkin. Okay, our ladies are looking at us in an interesting position. With the thought that Alina is now considering my penis, and my Svetka is Vitkin, my erection has become irresistible. But I could not do anything. My cock for a couple of seconds rose like a devil and just did not burst from the pressure. I heard someone choking with laughter, and someone almost grunts. Then quick hurried steps away.
Almost immediately a Chinese woman came in - an assistant, to take off her needles. Victor managed to close with a rag. And I am a flawed type. I wanted to know the reaction of the Chinese woman to my device. This is not a Chinese fake, girl! This is the original. The modest Chinese woman diligently avoided looking in the direction of the original. Nevertheless, I experienced undisguised pleasure when she, having previously put on a glove, gently raised my scrotum to remove a needle from a Hui Bei point.
***
While we were sitting in the lobby and waiting for the hotel minivan, I listened to Svetkina's impressions of the Chinese therapeutic massage.
- Foot massage, you say? And why pry? I will tell Victor everything about how you, shameless ones, were spying on us. Oh no no no!
Sveta giggled.
- And we did not peek. Just wanted to know if you will be free soon. And then the nurse just came.
- I have more than Victor, right?
- What do you have more than Victor?
- Hui Bay.
- Ugh. Vulgar.
- Well, admit that more!
- More.
- Oh, so you saw, saw. Ugh, you looked at Hui Bay Victor!
- Yeah. I watched. Let's go already, Hui Bay.
Svetlana:
Still, it's good that I put on a skirt. Massage ...
stop was doing a stringy Chinese boy with fingers like ticks. An adult of course. But he looked like a teenager. It was very funny to watch him staring at the white lady's feet and for no particular reason pulling them up so that he could stare at me under the skirt. I sat back in my chair and looked at the massage therapist through my eyelashes. In the twilight of the hall there was an impression that I was just resting, dropping my legs in a tub with hot herbal decoction. My slave boy fussed at my feet, burning with lust for his mistress.
He took one of my legs out of the tub, carefully rubbed it with a towel. Next, put my foot on his thigh and began to massage my knee. I pretended that I wanted to get comfortable in a chair and put my fingers to my groin. For a couple of seconds, the guy froze to bend closer to my leg. My foot felt under the boy's leotard something resembling an accelerator pedal in the car. This “pedal” also resiliently resisted the press. But instead of accelerating, this pedal slowed down the movement of my employee. Entered into a stupor. My God, I messed up the pedals again. This is a brake! And where is the gas? Removed her leg.
The guy acted with my left leg in the same way: he pulled out of the tub, gently wiped, put himself on the thigh, began to massage his knee. I gracefully raised my foot and gently positioned my fingers on the top of his braking device. The guy froze again, lifting his eyes to me and stumbling upon my dark, deliberately languid look at the rest. And when my foot began to move, rubbing his “lever” from below, he closed his eyes in a painful grimace. The boy began to stroke my right leg from the ankle to the knee, half-opening his mouth and barely audible akhaya.
Now I will help you, baby. I take my right leg out of his hands, bend at the knee, position on the edge of the seat. Then I take my knee slightly to the side. In this case, the Chinese boy set a record for the wide opening of the eyes among Asians. Look, look at the white panties of the white lady, my little page! The boy was staring at my crotch, shaking his pelvis forward and backward under the influence of my leg. Then, rather loudly, he squealed like a dog, and grabbed my heel, setting the pace. At the silent request of my young partner, I accelerated the pace. It became easier to move the foot: the lubricant was the seminal fluid of an Asian massage therapist in his underpants. Then she got up and, as if nothing had happened, went out onto the veranda.
This day was full of impressions. Almost immediately, Alina and I looked at our naked husbands. In the arms race, Mishka clearly won. But at the same time, the kind of half-standing Victor's penis unexpectedly responded to me with a sense of libido with a painful undertone.
Then a translator came up to us and offered for tomorrow the “special features of mass-aphid xenxing” “hug a tarakon” for $ 100 from Dr. Li. We both agreed. A hugging cockroach, so hugging a cockroach. Only Alina took the procedure for tomorrow, and Dr. Lee’s assistant will do it. And I will do the doctor himself Lee the day after tomorrow, and it will cost $ 160. I think, in vain Alinka pozmotnichala.
Michael:
After the acupuncture session, when I went down to the reception desk, a translator came up to me, took me aside and began to say something in a low voice. With clarifying questions, I realized that she offered me for $ 40 to see how my wife would be given the original “Hug the Dragon” massage for women. This is for her quick work, and she asks not to disclose this initiative.
We entered the service entrance, here I handed "businessman" money.
- Vasa zena Alina, right?
- Uh-uh ... Alina, yes! - I nodded vigorously with my head.
- Let's sing mulberries, to not be able to share ...
We went into some dark closet. What is surprising is the door. The translator cautiously pushed back some valve and beckoned me. Then she carefully slipped out of the closet. I put my eyes to the gap in the wall. Well what can I say ... Hugs with dragons were in full swing. Alina was lying naked on a surgical table. One dragon was in the form of an assistant in a dressing gown, and Alina hugged his head with her bare hips. The black-haired dragon head moved rhythmically. The second dragon was about two heads. One head was alternately applied by the mouth to Alina's nipples, and the second head she held in her hand, and her fingers moving rhythmically, supported the tone in this vital organ of the dragon.
I took out my smartphone, turned it on and put it to the slot. The action began to excite me greatly, especially after Alina began to moan louder and louder. Her free hand unceremoniously clung to the hair of the first dragon and began to carry it along her crotch. Here I felt that I was also turning into a dragon. I opened the zipper of the trousers and ... I hope my pant did not sign up for the video. Alina with the words "Well, come on!" Shoved the assistant, who sucked her breast. He was at a loss until he heard the voice of the translator, who had meeked something in Chinese. Then he drove away the first assistant and began to cobble between Alina’s legs. He succeeded when the first assistant lowered the surgical table a little. The Chinese fellow moved his ass, and after a minute Alina was already shaking in her orgasm.
“Scene one, take one,” I muttered, catching my breath. But he lingered until he completely wrote down how a Chinese man hides his work tool in his pants, while Vitkina’s wife dresses and leaves the room.
On the way to “Kaktus” I furtively studied the behavior of Alina. And besides the fact that she became frown and is in a blissful mood, I did not notice anything special. Past people these women.
***
The next day I didn’t go for acupuncture, I took the translator into circulation. He said that an error occurred, and last time it was not my wife. And today is just mine. The translator was not upset, took bribes and led me to the same closet. The room with the surgical table was empty. I attached my smartphone and waited. Soon my wife came in with a translator. She undressed, lay down on the table, and the translator covered her with a sheet. I expected two Chinese men to join the assistant now, but Dr. Li suddenly entered instead. As usual, with an impenetrable expression on his dark face. Carelessly threw back the sheet and carefully examined my naked wife. I saw her shiver under his gaze. He grunted.
“Toktor Li cavarit relax,” the translator readily replied.
The doctor, as last time, put his hand on his wife's chest and began to knead them. Sveta looked stoically at the ceiling. The assistant came in, put a tray with smoking herbal candles on the table and left. Meanwhile, I saw that something was wrong with Svetka. She twisted her head, bit her lips and her thighs became agitated. Then she stretched out her hand and pressed it to her bosom.
The doctor, without looking, took her hand by the wrist and took her aside. Now his hand was on his wife's pubis. And she is not just lying. She was moving. First, slowly, then faster. Sveta issued a deaf breath-moan. Her thighs bent at the knees and moved like butterfly wings. The doctor's fingers made smacking-licking sounds that indicated that Svetka had flowed. The doctor's other hand continued to crush his wife's breasts. I've never seen Sveta get excited so quickly!
The doctor grunted again. The interpreter jumped up to the doctor and consistently let her medical pants and underpants off him. Here, Dr. Lee's cock came on the scene already in combat. The translator knelt, put a condom on his penis, carefully smoothed it, then licked it, taking it in her mouth. Then she got up, took one of the smoldering candles and stood waiting. The doctor slowly positioned himself between the bare thighs of my wife. The table was chosen just for his height, because he entered my wife with all the comforts, as evidenced by her “Aah!”. She covered her face with both hands, and the doctor slowly began to move his ass. Then he licked his finger and sent .
somewhere down. Svetka screamed and tried to get up on the bed, but the translator forced her back, saying something soothing. Svetka lay all in tears and whined in a rhythm to Dr. Li's movements.
Before my eyes, a Chinese man fucked my wife. It was unbearably exciting. My cock trickled and sweetly whined when I took it out of my pants and started masturbating to the beat of the doctor.
“Toktor will lend you the scattered forces,” the translator commented.
Sveta, closing her eyes, bit her fingers. Her face burned. Following the doctor's instructions, the translator handed the doctor a candle, and she stood behind the head of the bed and grabbed my wife by the armpits. The doctor, without stopping his movements, brought a thick smoldering candle to one of his wife's nipples. She screamed and twitched, but they held her tight: she was by the arms, he was by the legs.
- A little pratrepeti, all Karash, - soothed the translator.
The same was done with a different nipple. This served as a slap in the face of some kind of signal: Svetka began to stop. For a long time, silently twitching and twisting, as if she were tortured with a current. Dr. Li came out of my wife. The interpreter removed the condom from him and sang:
- Toktorr Tari Tam Wama abundant energy! Need to blot.
She tilted her wife's head to the side, and Dr. Lee was masturbating and came right up to her. He puffed loudly, the doctor tightened his buttocks, the eggs hanging like a hog pulled up, and Svetka screamed. She was not visible from behind the doctor.
“The valuable liquid of Lee's toctor must be swallowed!” - insisted the translator.
Dr. Li walked away and began to wear pants. Svetka lay on her side, covering her mouth with her hand. Then she dressed for a long time and put herself in order. I filmed it all.
In the minibus, Sveta spread out in an armchair without any strength, blissfully closing her eyes.
- Well, how's your massage? I asked in an innocent tone.
Svetlana:
- Yes, as you say, dear. Exceeded all my expectations.
Alina barely audible snort. Bear did not notice this, it seems. And in fact, yes, I have never had such an experience. China is an unusual country. Here doctors can manage your feelings as you please. So I thought when I was after the procedure, at the reception I washed down with green tea Dr. Li's semen. In the end, this is a medical procedure. Stimulating a woman with latex cannot be considered sex. As for seminal fluid, why not treat it? On any herbs? Otherwise, why all this?
***
The next day was still relaxed. In addition, not slept. Something found on her husband, he would not let me sleep the whole night. Fucked me like a routine. I do not know what came over him. The acupuncture procedures must have started.
The foot massage also relaxed me. And I'm not naughty at all this time. After the massage, a translator unexpectedly approached me and said that today my husband will have a prostatitis prophylactic procedure with a prostate massage. And what is interesting. Do I want to see?
“The spectacle can be exciting,” she said mysteriously.
Thirty bucks is a very small amount. View really interesting. And see if he has sex with someone from the staff.
Caught in a dark and slightly smelly closet, I clung to the slide valve. I recognized that very room with a surgical table, on which I was lying yesterday myself. Memories of yesterday's events brought me a little.
Husband was lying on the table, covered with a sheet. Soon a middle-aged translator and doctor in a medical gown entered. Dokursha walked off to the side and disappeared from sight, and the translator carefully folded the sheets. The bear was naked and looked a little embarrassed.
“Bend the socks and heal the closest,” the translator instructed.
The bear was lying in a pose that was very similar to mine when I was used by the doctor. Translator, meanwhile, lubricated her husband's anus with some kind of cream. The doctor came up. She was already without a robe and was very reminiscent of Lara Croft, with her black form, dark stockings with black straps, on which was attached a holster. Only the doctor did not have a holster attached, but ... a strapon! I almost jumped out of the closet to figure out what was going on here. Then I thought, prostate massage and strapon - things are compatible. Or maybe it is not a strap-on, but a purely medical device. I would look like a fool to make a scandal.
Bear also noticed the similarity with Lara Croft, because he smiled, and his penis began to obviously increase in size. Further, the Chinese Lara Croft took a position between his legs, and the translator with a singing voice advised to relax. Kitayka put down her device and slowly leaned forward. The husband closed his eyes in a pained grimace.
- Nusno relax!
At this time, quiet rhythmic music began. Kitayka slowly and carefully fucked her husband with a strap-on, and he looked at her, and his member got up. The sight was both repulsive and exciting. My husband in my eyes fucks Chinese balzakovskogo age! Excitement overpowered.
I was so fascinated by this unusual sight that I shuddered in surprise when someone's hand suddenly fell on my mouth.
- Hush, it's me, Victor!
Victor let me go.
- Watching how your hubby is fucked, huh? - he whispered - Fuck like a slut, like a shoulder prostitute, just look!
I saw with indignation that the Chinese woman had thrown her husband's legs over her shoulders. And increased the amplitude and pace of fucking movements.
- Victor, let's go. This is a medical procedure, it is not necessary to look at it.
Victor took me by the shoulders and pressed hard against the wall.
- Medical, yes? Look how medical she is, ”he whispered loudly in my ear.“ She’s as medical as you and Alinka. ” But what if he finds out what your “medical procedures” were, eh?
I got cold inside.
- Find out? Why do you need it? - I babbled.
“Why, why ... If you don't give it to me, then I'll tell you everything.” Let Alinka ask, find out how it was.
Victor is a simple man, a builder. Cattle He always stared at me. And in the doctor's room ...
- Victor, what about Alina? - I tried to bring him to his senses.
- How, how ... Long ago I made my way to you!
Victor pressed me against the wall and began to paw me on the chest. I almost screamed: after yesterday's procedure, my nipples were still sore.
- Victor, it hurts me! Let go!
- As a doctor, it does not hurt, eh?
He pulled his hand forward and rudely crawled under my skirt between my hips. With the other hand, he frantically unzipped his pants, breathing warmly in my ear. I pulled my hand off the wall, and I felt a hot half-full member in his hand.
- Come on, jerk off.
Victor's hand had already climbed into my pants, his finger penetrated into me and began to stimulate me roughly. I also had behind him to stimulate his gradually hardened sexual organ. In the dark atmosphere of the closet, we often and intensely breathed.
I looked into the gap and saw that there the depravity reached unprecedented heights in general. Doctor fucked her husband, holding his legs. And on him, or rather, on his penis, a half-naked translator, which he was pawing on his chest, was jumping. I was beside myself. So when Victor said "Bend down" and dragged me by the hips to me, I obeyed. So not solidified, fat member of Victor could not enter into me. Finally, I put my hand behind my back and positioned his body exactly in the right place. Victor, hacking, pushed into me. He pushed deeper. I gritted my teeth, was silent. Pushing his penis into me until it stops, Victor hoarse:
- Look Mihalych, I fuck your wife!
He made several small hurried frictions, after which he began to finish. Right in me! Scott !!! I wanted to break free, but he did not let him go until he stopped lowering. I sat down on my knees with tears in my eyes, and he frantically pulled on his pants and ran out of the closet.
Michael:
We drove to our hotel. Svetka was somehow gloomy and not in the mood. Victor, on the contrary, shone with joy and bliss. I was also blissful, remembering an unforgettable Chinese massage. Alina and Victor sat in front. I took out my pipe, found a video clip with Alina, who shot in a closet. And with the text "Hello!" Sent him to Alina. When Alina squeaked a phone, Victor was lounging in a chair and gazing at nature. Alina took out her phone, fingered her finger on the screen. Frowning, she held it to her eyes, and suddenly, startled, she quickly turned it off and looked at Victor. She sat quietly, and her ears were crimson. When we got off the bus, she threw a confused look at me. I smiled and nodded to her.
After lunch, I went to the hall and sat on the sofa. After some time, Alina flew out of the door with a bullet. and resolutely hooked to me.
- Michael, what does this mean? Where did you get this video from? Is it the Chinese who filmed?
- No, that you. I shot it.
- What for?
- I want to show Victor.
- But why?!
“Let him know how you instruct his horns.”
- Mi-and-isha, well, do not! Well, why do you need this?
- Aaa, scary! I can not show, of course.
- Do not show, please! - Alina made a pleading doll face.
- If you are a good girl. When Victor gets drunk and falls asleep, send me a text message and get out of the room.
- What for?
- And you will see.
Alina was offended, she was staring, looked at me frowningly and left. In the second hour, when both of our half rested, we met in the corridor. The "Cactus" stupid architecture, there are many places created it is not clear why. For example, a winter garden, in which we descended. There I found a suitable nook and let Alina into it.
- So what? - She asked looking around.
- Come on quick. With my mouth, - I lowered the pants leotard.
- And Sveta you do not, right? - scoffed Alinka.
- It has long been imagined how you do it to me. Tsigel-Tsigel.
Alina doomed sighed:
- Come on. Blackmailer fucking.
Prisula to the head of my member tongue and asked:
- And you like me, huh?
- Do not be distracted.
She sighed again, and then diligent, savory sounds came from her mouth. Then she pulled away from my dick and, lifting her breath and wiping her mouth, asked hesitantly:
- Misha, and maybe you fuck me, huh? Vitka is not worth almost ...
Well, and so dreamed to be a vile blackmailer. Stupid Alina broke off all my buzz. This time I sighed:
- Let's better you me! - and lay down on the sand with small pebbles.