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My True Experiences with an Online Friend from Work We met at the end of 2007. She had been married for a little over two months, and her husband worked in another city, only coming home once or twice a week. She was usually home alone, so she spent her days online. I happened to see her post on a general forum and learned we worked at the same company (our company is huge, with tens of thousands of employees, so it's normal not to know each other). We exchanged text messages and ended up connecting on QQ. Men who are attracted to women often go online seeking thrills, and since the woman was newly married and her husband was away, our conversations quickly turned to that kind of thing. We agreed to meet, of course, at her place—safe and cheap (awesome!). Since we worked at the same company, there were bound to be familiar faces. Afraid of running into acquaintances or being seen by neighbors, we chose 9:30 PM. She lived on the fourth floor, and luckily no one was downstairs. It was dark outside, so we didn't dare make any noise. As we had agreed beforehand, she didn't lock the door, just left it ajar. I pushed open the door and went in. The room was dark. She was in the inner room playing a QQ card game. She seemed a little shy since it was our first meeting and didn't know what to say. I sat behind her and watched her play. As I watched, I hugged her and reached for her breasts. She resisted slightly but then gave in. She had a baby face, a slightly plump figure, and huge breasts—far too big for one hand to hold. They felt wonderful; I couldn't feel the nipples. I unhooked her bra from behind, and her large breasts were completely free. Perhaps because they were so big, they were slightly sagging; I guessed they'd been with many men. While my hands were busy, my mouth wasn't idle either, kissing her from her neck to her ears. She couldn't resist any longer and turned her head, and our lips met. My hands moved down, unbuckling her belt. Her pubic hair was thick, and her labia felt full and wet. I lost all interest in playing cards. She said, "Let's go to bed." So we moved our battleground. Entering the bedroom, I saw the bed was already made, with a deep red quilt cover and a small bedside lamp emitting a dark red light (looks like they were prepared in advance. Awesome!). Their wedding photos hung on the bedside table and wall; the man was quite handsome. The thought of making love with his wife under the gaze of his man's photo filled me with immense pleasure. She said she had never brought a man to my house before (we'd only been married two months!). I was going to help her undress, but she refused, quickly taking off her clothes herself and crawling into bed. I stripped naked and followed. Her skin was beautiful, white and smooth. During our online chat, she mentioned that it was related to her frequently drinking men's semen, and that she particularly enjoyed it (shocking! She must have slept with many men before). We hugged and kissed. Her breasts were unusually large, probably suitable for masturbation, but her nipples were only the size of soybeans. I asked why her nipples were so small. She said she didn't know; they'd been like that since middle school. Her pubic area was covered in hair, extending all the way to her perineum. Her labia were thick and large, and somewhat dark in color. She said, "Let me help you with my mouth first," which was exactly what I wanted. I didn't expect her oral skills to be so superb, definitely on par with professional prostitutes. I couldn't even feel her teeth. The pleasure was indescribable. Prostitutes in bathhouses could never compare. They just go through the motions, giving you a few perfunctory strokes before urging you to finish quickly. But this girl, lying between my legs, was serious and meticulous, as if savoring a delicious meal. She used her nimble tongue to lick every part of my penis, even my testicles, and even did a few deep throats. Watching my penis go in and out of her mouth, she looked completely absorbed, even more so than I was enjoying it. My hands weren't idle either. I grabbed her clitoris and quickly massaged it. Her clitoris was incredibly sensitive; after just a few strokes, a lot of fluid gushed out. Wow, so stimulating! It's so much fun with lots of fluid, and you can keep getting wet. The sheets were soaked. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated, and she swallowed every last drop, even licking the residue off my penis. When I asked her how it tasted, she said it wasn't great. She said some men's semen, while not exactly delicious, at least doesn't have an unpleasant smell; mine was probably because she'd been drinking alcohol. This was the only time she drank my semen. She'd given me oral sex later, and I'd ejaculate into her mouth, but she never swallowed it. We lay down for a while, and she mentioned that she often used her mouth on her husband, and he really liked it. She said that with so much use, her oral skills had improved. I know that most women's mouths can't last that long; they either get tired or breathless. It was clear she was quite confident in her oral skills. After resting for about ten minutes, I had her use her mouth and hands to stimulate my penis a few more times, and it immediately became erect again. So we started with the traditional missionary position. I straddled her and thrust into her vagina. As I expected, her vagina was a bit loose, but it felt great. Her labia were thick, warm, and slippery inside. I started thrusting hard. Since I had just ejaculated, my penis wasn't as sensitive, so I just kept pounding away. She moaned with pleasure, initially trying to control her voice, but then she started screaming without restraint. I quickly covered her mouth; it was the middle of the night, and the neighbors knew her husband wasn't home, so it wouldn't be good if they heard. We changed positions again, with me still on top, but this time I had her lying on the bed from the shoulders down, with her neck and head hanging off the edge. This made her head feel congested and dizzy, which felt even better. I started thrusting again, and she moaned "Ahhhhhhh..." beneath me, as if she couldn't breathe and might stop at any moment. She said she liked it best when a man did it to her from behind, so she knelt on the bed, and I thrust in from behind, penetrating very deeply, feeling like my penis was being sucked in. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, rubbing them hard, and thrusting my hips, my glans repeatedly hitting her cervix, causing her to tremble. Her semen gushed out from where we were touching, soaking the sheets. I'm someone who sweats easily, and intense sex is very tiring. My vigorous thrusting left me drenched in sweat, especially on my face, which dripped onto her body with my movements. Having sex with strangers is novel and exciting, especially with their wedding photos in the background, the man's big eyes staring at us. I said to her, "Your husband is watching us have sex," and she replied, "Your wife is watching too!" See? It's more exciting when someone's watching. When people get crazy, they don't care about anything else; they just want to have fun! Like a friend of mine said, when a man reaches orgasm during sex, even if you point a pistol at him, he'll still ejaculate. Finally, with my mechanical thrusting, my somewhat numb penis ejaculated. Her muscles twitched with excitement, and she said, "You're amazing!" I was covered in sweat and a little cold. I didn't want to lie down, but I half-knelt there. She took a towel and helped me dry off, then hugged me and lay down, saying, "It's okay, I'll wash tomorrow." A woman, if you serve her well, she'll do whatever you want. My impulsiveness subsided, and I wanted to slip away. I gave her a token hug, made an excuse to get dressed, and left. She even saw me to the door. She gently closed the door, and no one sneaked home in the dark in the middle of the night—it felt so good! After the first time, there was a second, a third… We would secretly make love whenever we had the chance. It was always at her house; there was a big bed opposite the computer. We often watched porn first, and then we'd end up having sex, trying out the moves from the porn. It was very exciting. She was very open-minded; she didn't care how we did it. All the strange and unusual moves I saw in porn could be experimented on her. She just wouldn't let me do it to her anus. I've never done it before and have always wanted to try, but she wouldn't let me. She said she tried it once and it hurt too much, so she never did it again. We showered together, cleaning each other's genitals, focusing mainly on the process and teasing each other. We made love in the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, and on the balcony. We used bananas, sausages, and cucumbers to penetrate her vagina, and we even put our cell phones in a plastic bag, put them on vibrate, and played with them inside her vagina. She half-reclined in the computer chair, with her feet on the desk, legs spread open, watching porn on the computer. I sat opposite her on a relatively low stool, directly facing her genitals, and I used my hand to stimulate her clitoris. As I mentioned before, her clitoris is very sensitive; after a few strokes, she squirted. Stimulating her G-spot with my fingers caused a jet of fluid to gush out.Many people say that the scenes of women squirting in porn are fake, that such things never happen, but I actually saw it happen on her, and it was really fun. One time I went to her place after drinking, and she complained about the smell, so she told me to brush my teeth. I usually take off my clothes first, so I'm completely naked. While brushing my teeth, some toothpaste dripped onto my penis, making my clitoris feel numb and itchy. I remembered the online recommendation of applying toothpaste to the penis, so I consciously applied more. My penis immediately became erect and hard, and we lasted a long time during sex. We also tried adding jelly to the condom, as recommended online, but the jelly was too soft and easily broke, making it difficult to insert, and it didn't feel as good as the online reviews described. When we finally pulled it out, the jelly had turned into a paste. The best way is to have her hold a piece of [unspecified substance] in her mouth and give me oral sex. Personally, I feel this is much more stimulating than toothpaste. My writing skills are limited, so I can't describe it well. I suggest you guys try it with your girlfriend. We like to say crude things during sex. There are some things I'm embarrassed to say to my wife, but I'm unrestrained with her. When I want to have sex, I just order her, "Come here, I want to fuck your pussy." For example, while I'm thrusting hard, I'll say to her fiercely, "I'll fuck you to death!" And she'll say, "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death." Sometimes I'll make her say, "Uncle, be gentle, I can't take it." She'll say while panting heavily, "Uncle, be gentle, I can't take it," which sounds really exciting. I think sex requires stimulation not only of feeling and sight, but also hearing. (I feel a bit perverted, I'll just say that to myself~) Anyway, we played around like crazy and exciting people. We were so focused on having fun that we didn't care much about what we did to our wives. Once, we even tore her genitals, but we were so engrossed in the fun that we didn't think much of it. Then it got infected, and she spent a week in the hospital on IV drips. She complained for a long time, saying I was too rough and that she'd never play with me again. I feel really guilty about it now, because of our secret relationship. I didn't even visit her while she was getting treatment. When we were online, I said, "I can't visit you, so I'll give you some money to buy some supplements." She got angry and said, "What do you take me for?!" Actually, I later realized that we were just having fun, and there shouldn't have been any feelings involved. But after she recovered, we still played together, having a blast, but she never let me mention it again. We also had several all-nighters together, going at it three or four times a night, and waking up with sore, trembling legs. We decided to find someone else for a threesome. I naturally wanted two women and one man. She had discussed it with her close friend, but she didn't agree. Her friend was her old deskmate; they used to watch porn together all the time, and she was very curious and wanted to try it. Maybe because she recently got married and has a husband, she doesn't do it anymore. I encouraged her to ask her colleagues at work—there are so many! She said, "How can I ask just anyone about this? If word gets out, I won't be able to stay at work!" One time, I decided to call my buddy. She had prepared food and drinks at home early (her cooking skills are actually quite good). She probably had a fight with her husband and was in a bad mood. Plus, it was her first time having a threesome, so she wanted to use alcohol to cover up her embarrassment. We drank a case of beer and opened a bottle of baijiu. My buddy and I were fine, but she was completely drunk. We carried her to the bed, stripped her naked, and she didn't react at all. We held a beer bottle to her genitals and thrust a few times; beer foam and semen dripped onto the sheets. She just groaned a couple of times, turned over, and went back to sleep. We two grown men saw there was nothing left to do, so we left. Our first threesome ended in failure. The next day, she called to ask what happened last night. I said she drank too much and we left. She then asked why there was a big stain on my sheet. Of course, I couldn't say we used a beer bottle on her; it was just beer foam. I just said it was probably your own foam, and we didn't do anything. She said, "You have to tell me the truth. Yesterday was my fertile period; I absolutely can't get pregnant." She worried for a long time, and she wouldn't believe anything I said until she got her period. Much later, one afternoon, my buddy and I were drinking outside when she called. Drunk and lustful, I asked her to come to my buddy's house (his wife works the afternoon shift and doesn't get home until nine). When we got home, to ease the tension, we played cards. We agreed that whoever lost would have to take off an item of clothing. With two men against her, she naturally lost more often. Soon she even took off her bra, leaving her in my friend's coat. When it came time to take off her only remaining item, her underwear, my friend and I exchanged glances. We had agreed beforehand that he would go first. To be honest, I really wanted a threesome, but when the time came, I didn't have the courage; I was too embarrassed. My friend understood, took her into the bedroom, and I watched TV in the other room. A little while later, I heard a woman moaning from inside. I thought they were already aroused, and I was about to listen more closely when my friend came out, pulling up his pants and running to the bathroom, saying, "I can't take it anymore, you go ahead." They weren't very familiar with each other, and we had both drunk quite a bit. I guessed he was drunk, and his penis wasn't erect. He was too embarrassed to ask her for help, and after a couple of unsuccessful attempts, the result was predictable. I went in and asked, and sure enough, it was as I expected. I said, "Why don't you help him?" She said, "He doesn't say anything, how can I do that?" I was different; we were old acquaintances. Without me even asking, she saw my situation and immediately took my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills were superb; it didn't take long for me to get hard. I didn't ask her to stop, so she continued giving me oral sex. When I was done, I started thrusting into her violently, each contact making a "slap slap" sound. She moaned "Mmm... Ahh..." beneath me. We made love in all sorts of positions. When I used my hands to explore and caress her clitoris, she used her mouth to envelop my penis, her juices flowing out, making a mess of the sheets. My buddy came in twice during this time, once to bring us toilet paper, and once to bring us condoms. I guessed he wanted to watch the live stream. I told her to call him over, but she was too shy to say anything. At that moment, her shoulders and head were drooping off the edge of the bed, while I knelt between her legs, thrusting violently. Her mouth was wide open, "Ahh..." She kept moaning, and I said, "Wouldn't it be perfect if he came and put it in your mouth?" She didn't moan. I was high on alcohol and in the mood, so I moaned twice, but he still wouldn't come. Maybe he felt embarrassed. The three of us took turns on the phone. The funniest thing was that her brother called while she was moaning. She was enjoying herself while trying her best not to let him hear, and I deliberately went at it harder. She was talking in a high-pitched voice, which was so exciting. Her husband had called before when we were doing this, and I always stopped and told her to finish the call before continuing. I would thrust for a while, then tease her, and her juices flowed freely, soaking the sheets. When my penis went soft, I told her to give me a blowjob. We did this for over an hour. My partner was getting impatient and kept urging us to hurry up. When we finished, I called him in to take a look and tidy up a bit more, trying to restore it to its original state, because it would be troublesome if his wife found out. He looked at the damp sheets and said, "You guys are amazing! My wife will be back soon, what am I going to do if they're not dry?" Finally, she came up with a solution: using a hairdryer. He didn't have one, but she did. She went home to get it. Sure enough, it was dry in less than two minutes, except the dried areas were a little stiff and slightly dirty, with a white line around the edge. But you couldn't see it unless you looked closely. After cleaning up, we opened the windows before leaving. Later, my friend called to ask if his wife had noticed anything. She said she was very suspicious about the stains, and my friend said it was because the sheets weren't washed properly. Although his wife didn't press him further, she kept a closer eye on him, sometimes checking the bed first when he came home. This made my friend very unhappy. Yeah, he drank too much, went in, lay on the bed, and didn't get to do anything. He felt embarrassed, and his wife was suspicious. He had no way to vent his frustration. I just laughed at him and invited him to dinner. He said he would never do it again. The planned threesome ultimately didn't happen. I once asked her what our relationship was—lovers, sex partners, or one-night stands? She said it was none of those. I don't know when it will end, because we were just having fun, just trying to make our lives a little happier. This is a true story about me and my online friend, without any exaggeration or fabrication.This is a true story that happened between me and my online friend; there is no exaggeration or fabrication whatsoever.This is a true story that happened between me and my online friend; there is no exaggeration or fabrication whatsoever.One time, I decided to call my buddy over. She had prepared food and drinks at home early (her cooking skills are actually quite good). She was probably in a bad mood because of a fight with her husband, and since it was her first time having a threesome, she wanted to use alcohol to cover up her embarrassment. We drank a case of beer and opened a bottle of baijiu. My buddy and I were fine, but she was completely drunk. We carried her to the bed, stripped her naked, but she didn't react at all. We took a beer bottle and thrust it into her genitals a few times, beer foam and semen dripping onto the sheets. She just groaned a couple of times, turned over, and went back to sleep. We two grown men saw there was nothing more to do, so we left. Our first threesome ended in failure. The next day, she called and asked what happened last night. I said she drank too much and we left. She asked again, "Then why is there a big stain on my sheet?" Of course, I couldn't say we thrust into her with a beer bottle; it was just beer foam. I said it was probably your own, and we didn't do anything. She said, "You have to tell me the truth. Yesterday was my fertile period; I absolutely can't get pregnant." In short, she worried for a long time, and wouldn't believe anything I said until she got her period. A long time later, one afternoon, my buddy and I were out drinking when she called. Drunk and lustful, I asked her to come to my buddy's house (his wife works the afternoon shift and doesn't get home until 9 pm). When we got there, to ease the tension, we played cards. We agreed that whoever lost would take off a piece of clothing. With two men against one, she naturally lost more often. Soon she even took off her bra, leaving her in just one of my buddy's coats. When it came time to take off her only remaining item of clothing, my buddy and I exchanged glances. We had agreed beforehand that he would go first. To be honest, I really wanted to have a threesome, but when the time came, I didn't have the courage; I was too embarrassed. My buddy understood, and pulled her into the bedroom. I watched TV in the other room, and soon I heard a woman moaning inside. I thought they were already aroused, and I was about to strain my ears to listen more closely when my buddy came out, pulled up his pants, and ran to the bathroom, saying, "I can't take it anymore, you go ahead." They weren't very familiar with each other, and we'd both drunk quite a bit. I guessed he was drunk, his penis wasn't erect, and he was too embarrassed to ask her for help. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, the result was predictable. I went in and asked, and sure enough, I was right. I said, "Why didn't you help him?" She said, "He didn't say anything, how could I?" I was different; we were old acquaintances. Without me even asking, she saw my situation and immediately took my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills were superb; it didn't take long for me to get hard. I didn't ask her to stop, so she continued giving me oral sex. When I was done, I started thrusting into her violently, each contact making a "slap slap" sound. She moaned "Mmm... Ahh..." beneath me. We made love in all sorts of positions. When I used my hands to explore and caress her clitoris, she used her mouth to envelop my penis, her juices flowing out, making a mess of the sheets. My buddy came in twice during this time, once to bring us toilet paper, and once to bring us condoms. I guessed he wanted to watch the live stream. I told her to call him over, but she was too shy to say anything. At that moment, her shoulders and head were drooping off the edge of the bed, while I knelt between her legs, thrusting violently. Her mouth was wide open, "Ahh..." She kept moaning, and I said, "Wouldn't it be perfect if he came and put it in your mouth?" She didn't moan. I was high on alcohol and in the mood, so I moaned twice, but he still wouldn't come. Maybe he felt embarrassed. The three of us took turns on the phone. The funniest thing was that her brother called while she was moaning. She was enjoying herself while trying her best not to let him hear, and I deliberately went at it harder. She was talking in a high-pitched voice, which was so exciting. Her husband had called before when we were doing this, and I always stopped and told her to finish the call before continuing. I would thrust for a while, then tease her, and her juices flowed freely, soaking the sheets. When my penis went soft, I told her to give me a blowjob. We did this for over an hour. My partner was getting impatient and kept urging us to hurry up. When we finished, I called him in to take a look and tidy up a bit more, trying to restore it to its original state, because it would be troublesome if his wife found out. He looked at the damp sheets and said, "You guys are amazing! My wife will be back soon, what am I going to do if they're not dry?" Finally, she came up with a solution: using a hairdryer. He didn't have one, but she did. She went home to get it. Sure enough, it was dry in less than two minutes, except the dried areas were a little stiff and slightly dirty, with a white line around the edge. But you couldn't see it unless you looked closely. After cleaning up, we opened the windows before leaving. Later, my friend called to ask if his wife had noticed anything. She said she was very suspicious about the stains, and my friend said it was because the sheets weren't washed properly. Although his wife didn't press him further, she kept a closer eye on him, sometimes checking the bed first when he came home. This made my friend very unhappy. Yeah, he drank too much, went in, lay on the bed, and didn't get to do anything. He felt embarrassed, and his wife was suspicious. He had no way to vent his frustration. I just laughed at him and invited him to dinner. He said he would never do it again. The planned threesome ultimately didn't happen. I once asked her what our relationship was—lovers, sex partners, or one-night stands? She said it was none of those. I don't know when it will end, because we were just having fun, just trying to make our lives a little happier. This is a true story about me and my online friend, without any exaggeration or fabrication.One time, I decided to call my buddy over. She had prepared food and drinks at home early (her cooking skills are actually quite good). She was probably in a bad mood because of a fight with her husband, and since it was her first time having a threesome, she wanted to use alcohol to cover up her embarrassment. We drank a case of beer and opened a bottle of baijiu. My buddy and I were fine, but she was completely drunk. We carried her to the bed, stripped her naked, but she didn't react at all. We took a beer bottle and thrust it into her genitals a few times, beer foam and semen dripping onto the sheets. She just groaned a couple of times, turned over, and went back to sleep. We two grown men saw there was nothing more to do, so we left. Our first threesome ended in failure. The next day, she called and asked what happened last night. I said she drank too much and we left. She asked again, "Then why is there a big stain on my sheet?" Of course, I couldn't say we thrust into her with a beer bottle; it was just beer foam. I said it was probably your own, and we didn't do anything. She said, "You have to tell me the truth. Yesterday was my fertile period; I absolutely can't get pregnant." In short, she worried for a long time, and wouldn't believe anything I said until she got her period. A long time later, one afternoon, my buddy and I were out drinking when she called. Drunk and lustful, I asked her to come to my buddy's house (his wife works the afternoon shift and doesn't get home until 9 pm). When we got there, to ease the tension, we played cards. We agreed that whoever lost would take off a piece of clothing. With two men against one, she naturally lost more often. Soon she even took off her bra, leaving her in just one of my buddy's coats. When it came time to take off her only remaining item of clothing, my buddy and I exchanged glances. We had agreed beforehand that he would go first. To be honest, I really wanted to have a threesome, but when the time came, I didn't have the courage; I was too embarrassed. My buddy understood, and pulled her into the bedroom. I watched TV in the other room, and soon I heard a woman moaning inside. I thought they were already aroused, and I was about to strain my ears to listen more closely when my buddy came out, pulled up his pants, and ran to the bathroom, saying, "I can't take it anymore, you go ahead." They weren't very familiar with each other, and we'd both drunk quite a bit. I guessed he was drunk, his penis wasn't erect, and he was too embarrassed to ask her for help. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, the result was predictable. I went in and asked, and sure enough, I was right. I said, "Why didn't you help him?" She said, "He didn't say anything, how could I?" I was different; we were old acquaintances. Without me even asking, she saw my situation and immediately took my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills were superb; it didn't take long for me to get hard. I didn't ask her to stop, so she continued giving me oral sex. When I was done, I started thrusting into her violently, each contact making a "slap slap" sound. She moaned "Mmm... Ahh..." beneath me. We made love in all sorts of positions. When I used my hands to explore and caress her clitoris, she used her mouth to envelop my penis, her juices flowing out, making a mess of the sheets. My buddy came in twice during this time, once to bring us toilet paper, and once to bring us condoms. I guessed he wanted to watch the live stream. I told her to call him over, but she was too shy to say anything. At that moment, her shoulders and head were drooping off the edge of the bed, while I knelt between her legs, thrusting violently. Her mouth was wide open, "Ahh..." She kept moaning, and I said, "Wouldn't it be perfect if he came and put it in your mouth?" She didn't moan. I was high on alcohol and in the mood, so I moaned twice, but he still wouldn't come. Maybe he felt embarrassed. The three of us took turns on the phone. The funniest thing was that her brother called while she was moaning. She was enjoying herself while trying her best not to let him hear, and I deliberately went at it harder. She was talking in a high-pitched voice, which was so exciting. Her husband had called before when we were doing this, and I always stopped and told her to finish the call before continuing. I would thrust for a while, then tease her, and her juices flowed freely, soaking the sheets. When my penis went soft, I told her to give me a blowjob. We did this for over an hour. My partner was getting impatient and kept urging us to hurry up. When we finished, I called him in to take a look and tidy up a bit more, trying to restore it to its original state, because it would be troublesome if his wife found out. He looked at the damp sheets and said, "You guys are amazing! My wife will be back soon, what am I going to do if they're not dry?" Finally, she came up with a solution: using a hairdryer. He didn't have one, but she did. She went home to get it. Sure enough, it was dry in less than two minutes, except the dried areas were a little stiff and slightly dirty, with a white line around the edge. But you couldn't see it unless you looked closely. After cleaning up, we opened the windows before leaving. Later, my friend called to ask if his wife had noticed anything. She said she was very suspicious about the stains, and my friend said it was because the sheets weren't washed properly. Although his wife didn't press him further, she kept a closer eye on him, sometimes checking the bed first when he came home. This made my friend very unhappy. Yeah, he drank too much, went in, lay on the bed, and didn't get to do anything. He felt embarrassed, and his wife was suspicious. He had no way to vent his frustration. I just laughed at him and invited him to dinner. He said he would never do it again. The planned threesome ultimately didn't happen. I once asked her what our relationship was—lovers, sex partners, or one-night stands? She said it was none of those. I don't know when it will end, because we were just having fun, just trying to make our lives a little happier. This is a true story about me and my online friend, without any exaggeration or fabrication.My colleague was getting impatient and kept urging us to hurry up. When we finished, I called him in to take a look and tidy up a bit more, trying to restore it to its original state, because it would be troublesome if his wife found out. He looked at the damp sheets and said, "You guys are amazing! My wife will be back soon, what am I going to do if they're not dry?" Finally, she came up with a solution: using a hairdryer. He didn't have one, but she did. She went home to get it. Sure enough, it was dry in less than two minutes, although the dried areas were a bit stiff and slightly dirty, with a white line around the edges. But it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely. After carefully tidying it up and opening the window, we left. Later, she called my colleague to ask if his wife had noticed anything. She said his wife was very suspicious of the stains, and my colleague said it was because the sheets weren't washed properly. Although his wife didn't question him further, she's been keeping a closer eye on him, sometimes checking the bed first when she comes home. This made my colleague very unhappy. Yeah, he drank too much, went inside, lay in bed, and nothing happened. He felt embarrassed, and his wife became suspicious. He was in a bind, and I was the only one laughing at him while offering him drinks. He said he'd never do it again. Our planned threesome ultimately didn't happen. I once asked her what our relationship was—lovers, sex partners, or one-night stands? She said none of those. I don't know when it will end, because we were just having fun, just trying to make our lives a little happier. This is a true story about me and my online friend, without any exaggeration or fabrication.My colleague was getting impatient and kept urging us to hurry up. When we finished, I called him in to take a look and tidy up a bit more, trying to restore it to its original state, because it would be troublesome if his wife found out. He looked at the damp sheets and said, "You guys are amazing! My wife will be back soon, what am I going to do if they're not dry?" Finally, she came up with a solution: using a hairdryer. He didn't have one, but she did. She went home to get it. Sure enough, it was dry in less than two minutes, although the dried areas were a bit stiff and slightly dirty, with a white line around the edges. But it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely. After carefully tidying it up and opening the window, we left. Later, she called my colleague to ask if his wife had noticed anything. She said his wife was very suspicious of the stains, and my colleague said it was because the sheets weren't washed properly. Although his wife didn't question him further, she's been keeping a closer eye on him, sometimes checking the bed first when she comes home. This made my colleague very unhappy. Yeah, he drank too much, went inside, lay in bed, and nothing happened. He felt embarrassed, and his wife became suspicious. He was in a bind, and I was the only one laughing at him while offering him drinks. He said he'd never do it again. Our planned threesome ultimately didn't happen. I once asked her what our relationship was—lovers, sex partners, or one-night stands? She said none of those. I don't know when it will end, because we were just having fun, just trying to make our lives a little happier. This is a true story about me and my online friend, without any exaggeration or fabrication.

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