The only real 3P

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The internet is a vast celestial river, where many unobservable planets collide, and distant constellations remain undiscovered. What humans cannot perceive is due to limitations in observation or conditions, preventing firsthand experience. However, this doesn't mean there aren't fiery meteors colliding, or that distant planets haven't yet unveiled their secrets.
The internet is a release of desires, where many deeply versed netizens proudly express their individuality, flaunting the suppressed brilliance of their lives, and crafting Don Quixote-like attack methods for themselves.
Tired of browsing pornographic photos of actresses online, though initially patiently waiting ten minutes for the images to load; weary of voice chats, listening to the other person's moaning desires, forgetting the burning desire to rush to their side for comfort… Then, lingering on so-called selfies and video chats, the internet becomes like a childhood bubble-blowing tool; with each colorful bubble you create bursting, after the initial beauty, comes boredom.
While games involving men and women are certainly enjoyable, how many people can resist the temptation when presented with even greater opportunities for excitement?
Such games are called "3P" online, referring to sex between two men and one woman. Even more stimulating are encounters between single men and couples who are complete strangers.
Everyone has a sky above them; no one is blind and has never seen the moon, but not everyone appreciates the twinkling of the stars in the quiet of the night. Without gazing at the starry sky, how can one have their own constellation?
At the end of winter, as early spring approaches, this season is restless. The body, hidden in heavy winter clothes, can no longer endure the winter's confinement. Like hibernating animals, human desires yearn to break free from their shackles.
The cigarette in my hand continued to burn slowly, the rising smoke mirroring my elusive thoughts. Since discovering a dating website for couples, I've spent much of my online time there, reading about the experiences of couples seeking single men, and the beautiful fantasies of newbies.
I still find dating websites for couples somewhat believable. What happens online is that many people wake up one morning, as if sober, repeatedly asking themselves: Was I the one who was promiscuous last night?
Like a fisherman who's cast his net into the water, facing the vast expanse of silver waves, he laments that his net is too small to cover the entire surface. For days, I've sent numerous requests via the contact information provided in the dating ads, through QQ or private messages, but haven't received a response. In my boredom
, I casually clicked on a selfie picture again. Looking at the woman sandwiched between two men, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, a heat rising within me, and my manhood, as usual, stood erect, proving my normal capabilities.
Emotions are a hunting process, requiring patient waiting, suitable conditions, and meticulous preparation. The joy of the hunt lies not in how you capture the prey, but in the process of waiting to catch and tame it.
A profile picture on QQ lit up; it was that young woman I'd known for a while and even slept with, now online. Thinking back to when we first met, our chats were quite heated, a fierce verbal battle where neither of us would back down. A few days of arguing had somehow sparked a desire to meet. It was winter then, just after a snowfall. I stumbled along the crunching snow to our meeting place, only to find a voluptuous young woman. I can't say her breast size; I'm past my fashionable youth, and I don't want to waste my memory on specific measurements. I just felt they were very large, larger than a woman my age would expect, larger than many women's breasts I've ever touched. Without comparison, how can you judge?
The only downside was that she wasn't alone; she came with another female colleague. Do you have to coordinate your shopping choices, and your choice of companions?
When this young woman was later beneath me, enjoying my pleasurable thrusts, I repeatedly asked her to introduce me to this other woman. My reasoning was that since she had invited her to come see me, now that we were in bed together, she should join in. The final result, of course, was her refusal. The woman's ecstatic moans beneath me and the pleasure I gave her made her unwilling to share me with anyone else. More importantly, they were colleagues, and it's difficult for women who aren't very open-minded and accepting of sexual views to share a man. Among my many lovers, I haven't found one willing to engage in "threesomes." When pressured, they would always use phrases like, "Find one, and I'll do it with you both." With such an unwilling attitude, let alone doing it, even thinking about it is difficult. Two strangers sharing one man—would she suck my penis?
It's a miracle she didn't bite it off.
This young woman wasn't very sexually experienced. At first, sleeping with her was incredibly boring. She didn't know how to perform oral sex, and during intercourse, she just lay there motionless. After a few times, when I took off my clothes, she was able to kneel down and perform oral sex on me—a significant improvement. Any woman who enjoys sex and is willing to find pleasure in it is wonderful.
After waiting alone in front of the computer for a long time, her online presence finally lifted my spirits. We talked about our recent longings, and private topics like whether we'd had sex with our husbands. A sense of illicit pleasure filled our room. This illicit affair, however, gradually transformed into a fear—a fear of being discovered.
One time, when we were playing around naked on the bed, her phone rang. After getting up, she picked up the phone and put her finger to her lips to signal me to be quiet. From the conversation, I knew it was her husband calling. She was talking tenderly with her husband about family matters. Lying on the bed, watching her naked and talking affectionately with her husband, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement. Why not have sex with her while she was talking to her husband? So, I tiptoed up and silently approached her. A look of urgent fear appeared on the young woman's face; she blinked repeatedly, signaling me to stay away. I stood behind her and hugged her from behind, my hands immediately caressing her breasts. The young woman's voice changed briefly, becoming somewhat indistinct. I then took the opportunity to push her towards the bed. She mechanically followed my push, still talking to her husband on the phone. I pressed down on her back, signaling her to bend over. She didn't resist, perhaps even feeling a fleeting pleasure from the affair, and obediently raised her buttocks. I gently inserted my penis into her body, silently thrusting in and out, my hands lightly caressing her breasts. I groped around, and could hear her talking to her husband. I leaned closer and clearly heard what he was saying in his earphone. At that moment, my penis was inside her, feeling the tight, pulsating sensation of her hot vagina. After the young woman finished her call, she let out a long sigh, turned around, and scolded me, "Are you crazy?"
I chuckled, hugged her, and fell onto the bed. Our two bodies, chilled outside the covers, were reawakened after being covered. The pounding continued for a long time. Thinking about how I had entered her while she was talking to her husband, an uncontrollable pleasure filled my consciousness. With an uncontrollable cry, I ejaculated all my semen onto the young woman's beautiful vulva.
Afterwards, I was indeed a little scared. If her husband had noticed something was wrong, things would have been troublesome. This young woman was quite nice. In daily life, we only slept together when we had sexual needs. When we were apart for a long time, we would occasionally exchange a few text messages to check in. If something happened, it would be a pity for such a bland relationship.
The young woman logged off shortly after going online, having other things to do. I was once again plunged into a lonely wait, hoping for a stroke of luck. Perhaps my prayers finally came true; the little speaker icon on QQ started flashing. Checking the profile, I discovered it was a couple of similar age from the same city.
Spring had arrived just like that? No wonder they say the arrival of spring is imperceptible.
Since it was my first time communicating with a couple, I put aside my usual carefree online tone and adopted a very calm and sincere approach to our conversation.
To be honest, at the beginning, I wasn't sure if they were genuinely dating. I was bored, and there must be even more bored people online. But after a few exchanges, I gradually came to believe they were a couple. Their online name was "******," but their dating profile stated that single men were also welcome. I usually only send requests to couples who specify this requirement; I wouldn't bother those just looking for ******.
I've read many posts about threesomes or sex swapping. Some descriptions feel like they actually happened, while others seem to be written by inexperienced kids who've never had sex—it's all just imagination. For couples to engage in this type of game, the primary condition is a strong emotional bond, acceptance of sexual concepts that are generally unacceptable, and viewing sex as an enjoyment. With this enjoyable perspective, many variations of sex can emerge. For example, the husband might enjoy watching his wife become aroused by another man's caresses; he might have a desire to better satisfy his wife's sexual desires; or he might be willing to let his wife find a man she likes and share her passion with him.
This couple had only recently come across this idea after visiting a couples' dating website. Having been married for a long time, they had already tried all the sexual variations they could. At this point, seeking and supplementing passion became the lubricant for their marriage. Forward-thinking couples who didn't want their marriage to become dull and their feelings to cool often sought something to rekindle their passion.
They inquired about my health, marriage, and work, which was understandable, given that they were engaging in a sexual game not accepted by most people. Their caution stemmed from a high degree of responsibility towards everyone involved.
The couple I met later weren't as arrogant as some others I encountered. Some of those couples, upon learning I was a single man, adopted a condescending tone, making demands and asking why I didn't swap partners. Isn't that absurd? As I mentioned before, I only send requests to couples who specifically state they're open to finding single men. Since you've accepted this kind of "love game," we should communicate to see if it's suitable. If not, we should amicably say goodbye; if it is, we can get to know each other and develop the relationship. From my perspective, I don't want to take advantage of anyone. We are participants in the game, paired up according to our needs and fate, to enjoy each other's company. Therefore, I wish good luck to those sincere couples who are willing to share their wives!
Their typing speed on the other end of the network was clearly not fast enough, so I looked at their increasingly slow typing speed and asked, "Who's chatting with me? Sir/Madam?"
Soon, a small woman's image appeared in the chat box. I understood; it was my wife I was talking to. Even though we met for a common purpose, it's best not to talk about sex with women we've just met—it's a matter of respect. Just like now, we both have video chats, but unless they ask me to turn mine on, I would never ask to watch them. After all, in this kind of game, although the roles are equal, the cost of a married couple's involvement is heavier.
So, we talked about the weather, our children's studies, and all the normal topics that newly acquainted people can discuss. Through the conversation, I could sense that they had a slight liking for me.
Time always flies when things are pleasant. They had to log off, agreeing to chat again the next day. That evening, I turned off the computer very early, something I rarely do since I started using the internet. After a quick shower, my wife and I lay in bed watching TV.
My wife is a traditional woman and doesn't understand what I'm passionate about; persuasion is futile. Lying in bed, I imagined my conversation with my wife during the day, dreaming of a successful relationship, and envisioning what it would be like if the three of us were together. It was nothing more than replacing the men in the pornographic films I'd watched with myself, imagining myself playing like those characters. In a moment of passion, I couldn't resist becoming intimate with my wife. While I was having sex with her, I fantasized about her. That night, it went on for a very long time, until my wife asked in surprise, "What happened to you today? Why are you so crazy?"
I endured until noon the next day after work. Sure enough, when I logged on, she was already there. A surge of excitement coursed through me. It was my wife, asking where her husband was. The wife said, "I'm watching you chat from the side." The conversation continued, with each asking about their feelings for the other and whether things could continue. They seemed hesitant. The wife suggested, "How about a video call first?"
So we video-called them. The couple in the video looked ordinary; the wife appeared fuller-figured, while the husband seemed thinner. They seemed like very calm people. Perhaps because they were seeing each other in person, their conversation became more casual and gradually veered towards the main topic. It was clear they were hesitant about whether to do it or not. Some things are like that—you can do them or not, it all depends on a bold decision and whether you're willing to indulge yourself.
Finally, in a moment of passion, we reached an understanding to meet.
Once at their house, awkwardness replaced formality. Everyone was cautious. Despite the husband's hints, I didn't want to make any advances. We could still be friends without sex; we came and went without any ties. After all, the probability of finding genuine and suitable friends online is very low. So we chatted for several tens of minutes.
As the host started playing porn, we naturally joined in. The host had prepared alcohol, which can relax people and ease some of their rationality.
When I went out with the hostess to pour more drinks, I was already certain what was about to happen between us. The hostess, with her voluptuous figure and beautiful eyes that exuded a subtle spring-like allure, possessed a charm that most women lacked. Her well-tailored white blouse accentuated her waist, and her breasts seemed to flutter. What drew my attention, however, was her feet. In their home, she had changed into a sexy outfit: high heels and flesh-colored stockings, the pearlescent stockings making her thighs exceptionally alluring.
The drinks had flowed freely, and everyone was in high spirits. The husband began to tease his wife, encouraging her to take the initiative. His hospitality was excellent, making me feel completely at ease. The woman took off her high heels and stretched her feet towards my crotch, gently rubbing them against my groin. I quickly felt aroused, so I reached out and touched her foot, savoring the realistic feel of the thin stockings. Her husband smiled and gestured for me not to be shy. I stroked her shapely calves, feeling as if I were in heaven.
I gently lifted her chin, and our lips met. She responded passionately, displaying excellent kissing skills; her tongue moved incessantly, and her swallowing motions were very pronounced. Kissing such a passionate woman was truly a pleasure. At this moment, I unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and gestured to my wife to take it in her mouth. Whether it was because the curtains weren't drawn or because of her shyness, she glanced at me a few times but didn't bend down to give me oral sex. I sat on the sofa in the center, and my wife sat down on the sofa to the side. My penis was now erect and defiantly looking at my wife. My wife, her clothes unbuttoned and revealing her white bra, touched my penis with her hand, then bent down and took it completely into her mouth. Her oral sex was vigorous, like kissing—the kind where she takes the penis in her mouth, her tongue flying, her mouth sucking and licking, which is very pleasurable for a man. She wasn't shy at all during oral sex; it was a natural way of appreciating the penis. After a while, she would release the penis and kiss the scrotum, caressing the entire penis thoroughly. My penis swelled in my wife's mouth. Her husband watched us from the side.
We went to the bedside, and my husband and I began to take off our clothes. When I hugged my wife again, completely naked, I gently took off her top, wrapped my arms around her body, and unhooked her bra. My wife trembled slightly and let out a faint moan. My hand then moved down to find the buttons on her skirt. After pulling down the zipper on her skirt with my left hand, her lower body was exposed, revealing a black thong. My wife's good intentions for this activity were evident. That very sexy thong should be carefully examined and played with to do justice to my wife's good intentions, but time was of the essence. My surging passion was burning within me. At this moment, my husband was already lying on the bed, and I whispered for my wife to lie down on the bed as well.
After getting into bed, I stood on the bed and let my wife suck my penis. She obediently sucked. After watching her perform oral sex on me for a while, her husband moved to her side, wrapped one arm around her, stroked her back with the other, and kissed her. It was these caresses and kisses that ignited her desire and passion. After feeling my penis harden, I pressed myself against her, embracing her voluptuous body. I eagerly thrust my burning penis into her vagina, which was also hot and slippery. She had a lot of pubic hair. We thrust in and out, responding to each other, listening to her moans. My husband, behind me, stroked her genitals as I was penetrating her. She moaned beneath me with her eyes closed. The three of us were immersed in a strange excitement…
When my wife and I changed positions, I continued to penetrate her. My husband had moved to our side. As I rapidly penetrated her, her hand finally moved towards her husband's genitals, grasping his penis, murmuring, "I want… I want…"
Then, her husband … The wife eagerly took her husband's penis into her mouth, immediately swallowing loudly. At the same time, she used her genitals, which were wrapped around my penis, to thrust against my body repeatedly. The scene I had watched countless times in 3P pornographic pictures, the kind of feeling I had wished would happen to me, suddenly unfolded vividly before my eyes. The feeling at that moment was like a dream...
I moved away from my wife and let my husband take over. After he took over, he thrust rapidly into my wife's vagina again. I also put my penis in my wife's mouth. That familiar feeling of ecstasy filled my body. Watching my wife swallow and spit in her mouth, after several rounds, we asked my wife, "Can you feel the difference when two penises are in?"
My wife remained silent, shyly.
We were all crazy back then, so much so that I can't even list out the specific sexual positions and variations that followed in order. My alcohol probably played a part too; we were all going at it like crazy. Being a married couple, we knew each other's lovemaking techniques and how to maximize pleasure. When I was on my wife's left side, I stroked her breasts and kissed her. Because she had been sucking on two penises that had been going in and out of her vagina, her mouth had a certain taste, but in the context of sex, that taste wasn't unpleasant at all; it was more like a stimulating perfume. Her husband held one of her legs high, while her other leg lay flat on the bed. I thrust violently into my wife's genitals, and she let out a high-pitched cry—a genuine, pleasurable moan. It was clear she was completely immersed in the pleasure. I intensified my caresses and kneading of her breasts. With another loud cry, my semen spilled onto her vulva. After my husband left, I climbed on top of her and asked if he had ejaculated. She nodded, and I thrust my penis back into her still-leaking vagina. My penis was likely covered in her semen, thrashing about inside her vagina, which had just swallowed it. The pleasure was indescribable, and my wife's immersion made the game a series of climaxes. A few times my penis seemed to soften, but whenever I signaled to her, she would suckle diligently, allowing my penis to swell in her mouth before returning to her vagina.
My wife prefers doggy style, so I was having sex with her from behind, my hands reaching forward to thrust my penis in and out while I fondled her breasts. My husband had just knelt on the bed, erected his penis, and was making my wife take it in her mouth. I could clearly see this lewd scene. Perhaps because it was our first time, neither of us had thought of inserting both penises into my wife's vagina at the same time, not sandwiching her between us, one in front and one behind – a real shame.
My penis was a little limp, so I gently rubbed it inside her vagina. I pressed myself against her, watching closely as she swallowed and released my penis, kissing her red lips still smelling of semen as she released it. I felt my penis harden again, and at that moment, my wife had released my penis and was directly clamping me between her legs. As I was vigorously having sex with my wife, my husband quietly told me to get out of bed, saying to save my energy. I stood on the floor, and my wife rolled across the bed, positioning her hips towards my penis. She propped herself up on all fours, her buttocks perfectly aligned with mine, and easily slipped inside. Her vagina enveloped my penis, and I placed my hands on her buttocks. My wife took the initiative, thrusting into me relentlessly. Urged on by her passion, I also pushed hard into her vagina. My wife's strength was considerable, and her energy was abundant, like a fully wound-up toy. We listened to the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding. Her husband had made similar loud noises before ejaculating, and I was amazed by the energy hidden within my wife's body. We were doing this to her, and she didn't seem tired at all. The husband then moved to his wife's head and put his penis in her mouth. By this time, I was almost exhausted, and my movements slowed down. After taking the husband's penis into her mouth, she began to focus on her husband's penis, giving me a chance to rest. I gently thrust inside her vagina, watching her intently suck on his penis. After we switched positions again, I leaned back, supporting myself with my arms, exposing my penis to her. She savored it, sometimes stroking it, sometimes kissing my scrotum. I watched her actions with great satisfaction. A little later, she straightened up, straddled me, and knelt down to insert my penis into her vagina.
As I took her left breast into my mouth for the last time, the husband took her right breast. My hand caressed her clitoris, while the husband caressed a little lower down. We could touch each other's hands. I pressed myself against her again, letting out a series of chaotic moans, and ejaculated inside her.
This was my only threesome, and I haven't experienced it since. Maybe it's because it was everyone's first time. Many things can't be done in an awkward situation. There was only a simple beauty, a sexual frenzy, and a faint memory.

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