***game

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****** is something that most people despise yet are curious about. It's said to be the author's true feeling, described from a woman's psychological perspective. There's no explicit content, but the grasp of psychological changes is quite good. We met a wonderful couple—a very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple. We met Mr. Zhang and his wife, Lili, at a restaurant in Tianjin. Knowing we liked spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to hot pot. Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate differences between Tianjin and Beijing. Later, the men's conversation shifted to cross-strait relations, while Lili and I remained relatively silent. I didn't dare look at Mr. Zhang; I felt I would reveal my expression or desires. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from a high place of fantasy to the ground; the clear feeling of falling brought clarity to my mind. To be honest, I felt we were more suited to be friends than to sexual games. Sure enough, when we went to sing karaoke after dinner, everyone relaxed and forgot what they were actually supposed to be doing. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he had returned to the season of love. He held the microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang "My favorite is you..." His dreamy eyes touched me. They sang a duet intimately and were very happy. We all passed the time in this relaxed manner. The dim lighting didn't create any feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes... No one knew what to do or not to do.
Around 11:30, we took a taxi to their house. The lights were bright, and there was no ambiguity between us, so the hostess turned off the living room light. We all started to smile knowingly...
It was a very typical world for two, the interior simple and cozy. Stepping out of the living room, there was a large balcony. My crowded heart suddenly felt a moment of relaxation, and the night breeze was gentle. When Mr. Zhang walked onto the balcony, his hand briefly lingered on my waist, and I suddenly became nervous.
After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. Lili brought me one of her nightgowns. I repeatedly told my husband I wanted to wear something modest, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and my clearly visible areola...
I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband. Everyone took turns showering, and the rest of us were rather silent. At that time, a channel was showing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes." After the TV program ended, we all sat obediently in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next morning. The lights were bright, and there was no hint of ambiguity between us, so the hostess turned off the living room lights. Everyone started to smile knowingly.
I was actually a little reluctant because Mr. Zhang wasn't my type (I'm sorry). But with the lights off, the visual pressure lessened considerably, so we started to create an ambiguous atmosphere. When we all sat on a sofa, Mr. Zhang put his arm around my shoulder and his right hand around my chest...
I didn't refuse; at that moment, the situation controlled everything. I saw my husband sitting very properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Lili, so I encouraged him with my eyes. I felt relaxed then, perhaps the fleeting physical pleasure gave me a rare sense of tolerance and acceptance…
Later, the four of us took turns having sex in two separate rooms, which felt strange and exciting. Because of different habits or other reasons, my pleasure didn't materialize as expected…
During our lovemaking, Mr. Zhang kept thinking about his lover, and I turned my head to one side, smiling understandingly. Later, Lili came to see us, but after just one glance, she ran out again. Lili cried after she left…
This reminded me of myself…
But strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, and I couldn't even find a trace of sadness…
My husband, Mr. Zhang, and I all comforted her. Lili's crying was very infectious; her tears intensified the emotional element of the game. I felt that authenticity was good; if everyone were only indulging in pure physical pleasure, it would make us feel even more miserable, and we might even begin to doubt our attitude towards love.
Women are always somewhat sensitive, and I felt a deep tenderness for her, like tenderness for myself. So I had my husband hold her, while I hugged him from behind. Actually, at that moment, I also needed my husband, but I didn't say it. I rested my head against his back, feeling the warmth of his chest. This familiar, warm embrace...
I couldn't bear to leave. It took Lily a long time to calm down, I think it was because of the simultaneous comfort from the two men. Lily and I both believed that the men got more pleasure than the women in this game, and we were very friendly then. Her smile was captivating. After showering separately, we sat back down in the living room. We discussed how to sleep that night.
... Actually, while showering, I clearly told my husband, "I don't want to spend the whole night with him." It was true; at the time, I hadn't thought that I didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman. I was just strongly insisting from my own perspective. So everyone tried to conceal their attitudes during the discussion.
Of course, clearly expressing them inevitably hurt some vulnerable souls. I smiled and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the lights were on, everyone would see my honest, undisguised smile. They didn't really agree with me, because they were still discussing.
"You decide, I'm fine with whatever," all three of them said.
I suddenly felt a sadness... my mood was low, yet I was also stubborn. Perhaps they were all hoping for a new feeling of sleep.
I insisted, "Let's sleep with our own people, otherwise... I really don't feel comfortable."
They agreed. Because my reason was perfectly plausible. My husband and I returned to the room, and naturally, a slight unpleasantness ensued. I'm a selfish, willful, and capricious woman. I blamed my husband for not considering my feelings, for not cherishing me, for not loving me as much as he claimed, and for all sorts of other things.
...My tricky and strange questions often left him speechless. I hit him, pinched him, twisted him, and made him swear he loved me.
...I turned my back, crossed my arms, my hair hanging lonely on my chest. Tears streamed down my face, my breathing heavy and labored. I felt that sex made everything fragile; I was sad, I was afraid, I was alone.
...I thought of any man I could miss: I thought of Z, and I desperately wanted to text him at 3 a.m. to tell him I missed him, to feel his pure, almost monotonous emotions. I knew he would say the world was better when it was pure, and so I longed for the pure life I once had...I thought of Xiao Tang, of WXY, of WY, of the unfamiliar "feelings"...At that time, anyone who had shown me concern could have become someone I confided in...
My tears had already soaked my temples...
Just then, Mr. Zhang pushed open the door and told my husband they should switch beds. I was extremely unhappy, but I didn't say a word. My breathing seemed off, so he asked my husband what was wrong. My husband said he was crying. He asked why, and my husband said he didn't know. So he said, "Then you two go to sleep."
...After Mr. Zhang left, I pretended to be calm and said, "Disappointed, aren't you? Why don't you come over? I'm fine sleeping alone...I won't be angry, really." My husband smiled and hugged me tightly. I dodged, and he hugged me tighter; I dodged again, and he hugged me again.
Finally, feeling wronged, I nestled into his arms, listing all his faults and crying uncontrollably… He started kissing my earlobe… We made love quite well, working up a sweat, but then quickly fell into a deep sleep. I remained in the same position, tightly hugging him from behind
… Before, he always draped his legs over me, but since I became pregnant in 2001, my husband has maintained this sleeping position to avoid putting pressure on my abdomen. So, for the past two years, this position has become our preferred sleeping position. The next day, our game officially began…
When I woke up, it was already past 10 a.m. I kissed my husband, and he seemed a little excited. I urged him to go to the next room, but he refused. I knew he was just saying it for my benefit, but I was still quite happy…
That's how silly women are…
I don't know why my mood inexplicably improved. He went over, and Mr. Zhang came over. Mr. Zhang, still very concerned about his wife, asked me, “Do you think they're finished?”
I told him to go check on them. He asked if I was coming or not, and I said I didn't have the courage. He went over and came back a little while later. I asked, "Are they done yet?" He said, "They seem to be done."
So, I put on my clothes, my heart tightening, but I still bravely said, "I'll go check on them too." My husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Lili was sitting too, a certain distance between them. When they saw me coming, they smiled. I asked, "How are they?" My husband said, "I can't take it anymore, I feel pressured." I asked why, and he said
, "I keep worrying that someone will come over..." I said, "I didn't mean to come over, he said you were done, so I came."
My explanation was correct, but the correct explanation actually served as a good cover for my true feelings... I was still very selfish. ...
So, we all got up and washed up. Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and she went online. Later, the men cooked, and she helped out, while I went online in the inner room. Seeing TT and "Mood" online was like meeting family; an unspeakable wave of grievances welled up inside me...
They comforted me, advised me, and even scolded me, but no matter what, they were doing it for my own good. That was the best gift I received that day… “Mood” even called to comfort me and listen to my troubles… My husband smiled tolerantly when he saw me chatting; he knew I was seeking comfort, something he couldn’t provide.
During dinner, Mr. Zhang meticulously served his wife rice, vegetables, and drinks, even cleaning up the dishes later…
He’s a good husband, and Lili is very happy.
After lunch, Lili and Mr. Zhang made love in their room, asking my husband to film it. At the time, I was extremely tolerant (now I realize I was being dishonest; I wonder if I can still be considered honest now, haha) and said to my husband, “You three come on, I’ll film you.”
My husband shook his head and told me to watch them. Only then did my mood lessen somewhat. They were very affectionate and absorbed. Later, they suggested we do it too, saying we could record it together. So, our two families each did our own thing on one bed. We kept to ourselves…
But I felt very comfortable; I fainted again on my husband. … I like it this way; I love my husband so much, and at that moment, I could only accept this kind of love. Later, everyone felt that this went against our original intention. Yes, what kind of 4P is this? So, we naturally switched.
I watched my husband moving vigorously on top of Lili, a smile on my face. Lili's moans grew louder. Mr. Zhang asked, "Is it comfortable?" Lili didn't have time to answer…
I felt like an audience member… even though Mr. Zhang was working hard on top of me… Mr. Zhang ejaculated.
I looked at my husband; he glanced back at me and finished quickly too. Lili lay on the bed for a long time, too weak to move. Mr. Zhang gently stroked her the whole time… Mr.
Zhang made porridge for dinner, which we ate well. Afterwards, Lili went to the inner room to work, while the three of us watched a DVD outside. It was "The Pianist." Although I had heard of it before, this was the first time I'd seen it. It was indeed very good. They have a lot of good movies; Mr. Zhang has a hobby of collecting them. The scene was beautiful. I sat between them, next to my husband, with a slice of watermelon Mr. Zhang had cut in front of me. There was no light, only the flickering light from the TV screen following the plot…
We chatted happily… Mr. Zhang's left hand gently caressed my buttocks, moving very lightly through my pajamas…
After "The Pianist" ended, Mr. Zhang put on another movie. This time, my husband's fingers probed inside me. He looked at me in surprise; I knew he was asking why I was so wet down there. I smiled shyly, and his fingers became restless, grinning mischievously…
I involuntarily twisted my body, leaning my upper body towards Mr. Zhang. He responded, and my husband made his move from behind…
At that moment, I felt incredibly alluring, because I was simultaneously and freely displaying myself in front of two men…
Because we were on the sofa, perhaps Mr. Zhang was still thinking about his wife, so it ended there.
By the time Lili came out, we were already sitting there properly watching TV.
However, after Lili came over, she asked Mr. Zhang in surprise, "Where are your pants?" Mr. Zhang awkwardly pointed to the condoms on the coffee table with his foot and said, "I gave them to them."
Lili didn't say anything; I could tell she was angry. I didn't say anything and pretended not to notice. At the same time, I noticed that my husband hadn't had time to put on his pants either…
Lili went into the bedroom, and Mr. Zhang went in after her. I felt that Lili needed comforting, so my husband and I went in together. Lili was lying on the bed, and Mr. Zhang was chatting and video chatting with someone online. So we joined in. Later, my husband and I were chatting while they were making love on the bed
… Later, at the request of a friend, we put on a show. But we were still just doing it with each other, even though we were on the same bed. Near the end, to prove to others how exciting it was (at least that's what I thought), we switched places. Lili moaned with pleasure again, and Mr. Zhang took her hand and asked, "Was it good, baby?" He kissed the back of her hand repeatedly…
My husband and I looked at each other… I turned my head away… Mr. Zhang ejaculated inside me again. My husband moved a few times…maybe he was afraid of condoms, anyway, it was pointless.
Netizens said it was exciting, and I think anyone would say that. Sensory experiences often mask many subtle details. I gave each netizen a shy smile; they only associated it with allure, that's just how it is, no one's fault but ours.
That night, my husband and I slept together, and we made love perfectly. I had multiple orgasms, like a winged angel, constantly soaring in heaven…
my husband said I was both crying and laughing, and very loudly…
but truly, I felt incredibly released, I loved him to death…
we slept very late. We didn't get up until noon, had lunch, and Lili had to go out. I shook hands with her to say goodbye, and at my suggestion, my husband hugged her goodbye…
At 2 pm, my husband and I said goodbye to Mr. Zhang…
beautiful Tianjin, we left in the afternoon shade…
In the blink of an eye, we experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage. ...
My mind is still filled with the unfamiliar street scenes of Tianjin, the strange yet warm home, and vivid images. ...
I'm already sitting in the study room again, nestled in the dim light of my computer, using memories to wake myself up. I remember telling TT, "Seeing the scratches on my husband's back makes me very sad."
I really cared then, but now I've forgiven everything. ...
I remember telling Mr. Zhang before leaving that neither of us was perfect. We should have treated each other like new partners for those two days, but we cared too much about our own partners, which made us restrained. ...
Mr. Zhang said, "Actually, this is a gradual process, and it's easier for everyone to accept this way..."
...I'm always a theoretical giant, but in reality, I was the most fickle one throughout the whole process. I didn't know how to hide my feelings and acted on impulse. ...
After leaving their house, I began to regret not having a proper talk with Lili. She's a very tolerant woman, much more mature than me, and I like her very much. I'll always remember wearing her pajamas and sleeping in her wedding bed...
We should actually be very close friends.
4P is a very challenging game. I mustered up my courage to participate and gained love and harmony with my husband, as well as a trace of lingering unhappiness...

Nothing can be perfect for all four people at the same time, without any flaws. So, whether it's regret or happiness, what matters most is that it's in the past and we've experienced it. Everyone says the first step is hard, but once you take it, it's over...
Sometimes, looking back, you feel caught off guard. Looking back at the threesome, I think the woman was actually the happiest at that moment. To be honest, I really hope to experience it again, because a threesome doesn't make another woman cry. Moving from one step to another, and then looking back, understanding doesn't need words; everything falls into place naturally. This is how practice and theory are repeatedly proven.
In just one month, we suddenly tried everything, feeling extremely uneasy, like a child who has stolen too much, filled with fear. Therefore, we hope to have a quiet period of life, or rather, to live with a contemplative attitude. We need to revisit love, and cherish our family and children. I hesitated for a moment, then added this unimportant sentence, nothing special.
—Milan Kundera said: "Life is dying, dying from excessive desire."

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