This is a great way to learn (reposted).

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Last month, a friend from Shanghai added me, and I habitually accepted. I didn't think much of it after adding him as a friend. We chatted briefly, introducing ourselves, etc. They mentioned that they and their spouse wanted to engage in a threesome for the first time through a spa. I understood their meaning. Later, I quietly added him to my QQ friend list of hundreds of black and white profile pictures. At the end of the month, he suddenly messaged me: "Are you there?" I replied: "Yes." He asked if I was free tonight (it was Friday, and I had nothing to do the following weekend). I said yes. He quickly replied with his phone number. I called him directly, and a few minutes later, seeing the area code was Shanghai, he called back. He said, "Let's meet in Shanghai tomorrow evening, the weekend. I'll treat you to dinner to get to know each other." At this point, I checked the time—around 3:10 PM—and explained: (I work for a state-owned enterprise; I'm a technician, working in the field. I can fill out a form and go to the site. I don't need to go back to the company that night. Just indulging a little. Please don't mind.) I said I could leave work now, and I'd pack up. We agreed to meet at [location in Shanghai]. I calculated that by the time I got home from get off work, changed clothes, and drove to Shanghai on the highway, it should take at least 6:00 AM to arrive. Although Suzhou is very close to Shanghai, and my place is right at the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway exit, there would still be traffic jams and traffic lights. I've been to Shanghai many times. The other person said to meet at 6:00 AM at a certain place. They even texted me their wife's phone number in case they couldn't reach me. Thinking about it, this guy is really thoughtful. Essential oils, SPA lotion, disposable underwear, gloves, and gua sha stone equipment were already prepared in the trunk. I was both excited and expectant on the way. I thought that since it was their first time, I would definitely use all my skills and not give them any bad impressions. Fortunately, it was Friday night and the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway wasn't congested, with very few large trucks. It was much smoother than I expected. I accelerated. After Taicang, I didn't need navigation for the rest of the way. I exited the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway and took the Shanghai-Jiaxing Expressway, then used navigation again. I arrived after three red lights. I arrived at around 5:20 AM. It was 40 minutes faster than I expected; Shanghai's traffic is indeed good. I arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, parked my car in the underground parking lot, and carefully observed the area. It seemed to be a one-stop shopping complex with everything from food and drinks to entertainment and shopping. I noticed there was a hotel nearby, which was convenient. I then called the restaurant, and the other person answered. I told them I had arrived. They told me to wait for them inside KFC. They were shopping for groceries for the evening, so I packed my things from the trunk into my backpack and went to a window seat in KFC. I waited. About ten minutes later, the couple arrived. I recognized him from a distance because he wore glasses. He was about my age, and we had exchanged photos. I politely stood up and greeted him. He smiled and came over. His wife was shy but polite, smiling and greeting me as well. She was carrying plastic bags of groceries she had just bought from the supermarket. She looked like she hadn't changed out of her clothes after get off work; she was wearing a white-collar office look with flesh-colored stockings, and I could even see her red crystal nail polish. I quickly scanned the other person's wife; she was under 30, about 165cm tall, with fair skin and a slightly chubby figure, which was my type. The three of us were around the same age, so we quickly struck up a conversation. I asked what they'd like to drink. They said it was almost lunchtime and suggested we eat together. We chatted as we ate. We chose a less crowded restaurant and sat in a quiet corner. During our conversation, we ordered a few dishes. We talked a lot. The wife mentioned they had been married for three years but didn't have children. She was the CFO of an American company. From her clothes and demeanor, she seemed quite assertive at work. Our conversation felt like a familiar class reunion. Before we knew it, it was 7:50. None of us brought up what to do next, seemingly forgetting the important matter of the day. As the food grew cold, we were so engrossed in our conversation that when things quieted down, the husband suggested, "Let's go to the room and have a proper chat." He handed me the room key. "11:06, you go up first. We'll follow." I was quite surprised too. Usually, it's the single man who comes. I didn't know what to say. Seeing my surprised expression, he said it was okay. "Next time we go to Suzhou, you can come over." (Note: meaning he was paying the bill). I happily took my backpack. Okay. I went out, turned left, took the elevator, pressed the 11th floor button, found the room, inserted the card, turned on the living room air conditioning, and drew the curtains. It was a suite; there was a living room outside, a sofa, a clothes rack, and a bedroom and bathroom inside. Five to eight minutes later, he came in. I checked what he bought. There was shower gel, shampoo, and condoms. The lady was indeed very thoughtful. I learned they came directly from work and hadn't gone home. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Mrs. X wasn't as lively as before and seemed a little shy. Mr. X and I, on the other hand, seemed to have become buddies. Mr. X saw Mrs. X and looked nervous. He even joked, "What's wrong, honey? Didn't we agree yesterday? Why are you unhappy now?" Seeing the tense situation, I went to boil some water and brought it over to Mr. X and Mrs. X. "It's okay. Have some water first. Let's talk." At this point, I dimmed the lights. People tend to get nervous when the lights are bright; that's normal. After about fifteen minutes, we chatted for a while longer. Then I took out my gear from my backpack and showed it to Mrs. X and Mr. X. They seemed quite satisfied. Then the couple went to the bathroom to shower. Mrs. X tacitly agreed. About half an hour later, they came out, wrapped in a bathrobe. Mr. X sat on the sofa and said, "Brother, go take a shower. I'll be watching your performance later." I went to the bathroom and saw Mrs. X's sexy lingerie—pink lace panties and a pink bra—definitely a high-quality woman. I showered as quickly as possible, put on disposable underwear, and came out. Seeing Mrs. X wrapped in a bathrobe, I thought, "She's probably not wearing anything underneath." Mr. X sat on the sofa and said, "You're here to watch my performance. I'm the supporting character today. You two are the main characters. Begin..."
I was a little excited and asked Mrs. X to lie down first. Wearing a bathrobe, I started massaging from her shoulders. Even through the bathrobe, I could feel her skin was very dry, soft, and smooth, probably from regular exercise. Because she had a good impression of me before, Mrs. X and I chatted quite well. After massaging her shoulders and arms for a while, I asked if she could take off her bathrobe so I could massage her back with essential oil. She nodded in agreement. Slowly, she cooperated by unbuttoning the bathrobe from behind, her fingers still gliding over her back and shoulders. Then she lifted it off her head. The moment it came off, I saw Mrs. X's snow-white, smooth back, the view between her buttocks barely visible through her semi-transparent panties. Her shapely, long thighs. Full buttocks, straight, beautiful legs. It was simply a tempting, sinful figure! At that moment, I thought to myself, "Keep calm, don't rush," so I poured a little essential oil into my hands, rubbed it in, and then gently massaged Mrs. X's back with my palm. Because Mr. X had previously told me that his wife would definitely be shy the first time. I carefully and patiently began the back massage with essential oils, gradually working along the muscles and meridians of her back. This helped Mrs. X relax. She told me she was a little nervous about getting a massage dressed so scantily for the first time, and I half-jokingly said that this kind of tense and ambiguous atmosphere is what makes massages with the opposite sex so effective in promoting hormone secretion and allowing the skin to absorb the essential oils better. Hearing this, she relaxed. She rested her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and seemed to be asleep, waiting to enjoy herself. I proceeded gradually, pushing along her spine from bottom to top. Each time I reached her shoulders, I slipped my fingers under her armpits and gently touched the side of her breasts. She seemed to cooperate; each time my hand reached her armpit, she would slightly lift her body, allowing my hand to go a little further in. After about 20 rounds of this, when my middle finger accidentally touched her nipple, I felt her body tremble slightly. It seemed she sensed I was deliberately teasing her, but she didn't say anything. I noticed her change, so I stopped caressing her breasts and changed direction, pushing from her shoulders down to her buttocks. This time, when I reached her waist, I slipped my fingers inside her panties, touched her buttocks, and then pulled them back down little by little. Her buttocks gradually became visible. I tried to compliment her on her perky buttocks and her great figure. She seemed embarrassed and said that she had gained weight in the office and her figure wasn't as good as before. As we chatted, I had pulled her panties down halfway, and her full, perky buttocks were almost completely exposed to me. The crucial moment arrived. As I pushed from her waist to her buttocks, I tentatively placed my palm on her buttocks for the first time. With a slight pressure, I parted her buttocks a little, and her anus peeked out from the crevice. The pink bud gradually opened, revealing the tender, light-colored flesh inside. I was afraid she would be shy. After a brief moment of exposure, I closed her buttocks again. I continued vibrating her hands, causing her body to tremble for a while. Then I continued massaging her buttocks, which looked incredibly alluring with the oil's effect. I dipped my thumbs in the oil while massaging, slowly tracing them upwards across her anus. My fingertips teased her anus, lightly touching it. She fell silent. Her tense body stiffened slightly, and seeing that she was no longer resisting, I poured some oil onto her pectoral muscles. I leaned over her back and began chest massage. She was initially surprised, but the smooth, slightly pressing sensation on her back was very comfortable. I continued upwards, my lips lingering near her ear, blowing warm breath into it. She shyly buried her head in the pillow, while my erect penis pressed against her underwear, rubbing against her vulva. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew when to stop, so I immediately sat up again, ready to massage her legs. Everyone knows that feeling of being teased but then left hanging, like a woman suspended in mid-air. As I sat up, I felt her hand reach behind me and touch me, as if reluctant to let me go. Next, I sat between her legs and gently parted them, the angle wider than before. After massaging her feet for a while, I poured some essential oil on her legs and started massaging her calves, relaxing her leg muscles and massaging acupoints as I went. Perhaps because the massage was so comfortable, the tense yet ambiguous excitement between us gradually subsided. After massaging her calves, I placed her feet on my underwear. The instant her feet touched my underwear, she felt my erect penis and immediately pulled back, placing her feet to my side, spreading her legs even wider, lying there spread-eagled. Seeing that her panties were already half off, I knew I was close to success. Patiently, each time I pushed along the meridians of her thighs to the groin, I deliberately touched the tender flesh of her vulva through the thin fabric. I touched it once and immediately moved away. Finally, my hand stopped there. My fingers slid inside her panties, massaging the groin area and pubic bone, while my thumbs circled her labia, but without directly touching them. This trick worked wonders. When I tentatively touched her labia, her body trembled, and she slightly tightened her legs. My fingertips felt a sticky, warm patch of tender flesh. At this point, I hinted that she could take off her panties. She seemed to have been waiting for this, lifting her buttocks to make it easier for me to remove the transparent cloth, now smeared with essential oil. As I pulled it off, I think our hearts were pounding. In silence, I also took off my own panties. Her head was buried in the pillow, and she didn't see my erect penis behind her or the resolute expression on my face as I prepared to launch my final assault.

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