A commoner's reflections

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As a fairly seasoned erotic enthusiast, my personal experience over the years has been quite rich. I've had lovers, indulged in overnight sex, participated in threesomes, and even tried wife-swapping, so I feel I have some authority to speak on sex.
Many people rave about wife-swapping and cuckolding.
Many erotic works also use wife-swapping and cuckolding as their selling point.
When I was young, I was also deeply affected by this, once believing that most women in the world were inherently promiscuous, and that as long as your penis was big and thick enough, and your skills were good enough, there was no woman you couldn't get.
However, now that I'm middle-aged, looking back, I realize that the women men imagine are vastly different from the real women in the world.
Part 1:
Let's talk about lovers.
I'm good-looking, have decent eloquence, a decent penis, and am quite stamina in bed.
My record is having sex with my wife, intermittently from 11 pm to past 1 am, with my wife having six orgasms and me ejaculating twice. Of course, I was so tired the next day that I couldn't even get out of bed.
In terms of economic conditions, I'd be considered well-off in a provincial capital city (two houses, one shop, and a car worth around 200,000 yuan).
While I wouldn't call myself a "rich, handsome, and successful" guy, I'm definitely better off than many average men.
However, my experience with finding lovers has been a complete failure.
When I was younger, I had my eye on several women, thinking my looks would make it easy, but I failed every time.
Two women I liked had a good impression of me, and we could banter, but when I tried to pursue a deeper relationship, they both politely said, "I have a good impression of you, but it's better to remain just friends.
"
One of these women, Wen, was in her thirties, a sophisticated and mature woman, and already married.
I'd always had feelings for her and tried to seduce her a few times, but she always refused.
Later, I found out she had a lover. When I saw him once, I was so angry I cursed him out.
Her lover was unattractive, overweight, drove a car similar to mine, and probably wasn't very wealthy.
Wen actually chose this kind of scumbag as her lover; she must be blind.
A man's life isn't about being inferior, it's about being compared.
If Wen had chosen a man better than me in every way, I would accept it wholeheartedly. But she chose a man worse than me in every way, and I'm seething with resentment.
Once, at a friend's gathering, Wen drank quite a bit at the dinner table. Afterwards, I offered to be her protector and take her home.
On the way home, I tried to seduce her again, but she politely refused.
At that moment, the anger I'd been holding in exploded. I was also drunk, and I yelled at Wen, "You'd rather sleep with that short, stout guy than with me! You're such a slut!
"
Wen was shocked and asked repeatedly, "How did you know? Who told you?"
I just smiled coldly and remained silent.
Wen was silent for a long time, then said coldly, "Let's go somewhere else, let's go to a hotel.
"
That was the first and last time I had sex with Wen.
After entering the room, emboldened by alcohol, I hastily stripped Wen naked and mounted her.
Wen was a woman I had liked for a long time, and this was a rare opportunity to have her; I was in top form that night.
At first, Wen resisted a little, but I was very responsive.
I teased her for a long time, and Wen finally got aroused, eventually embracing me and begging for more.
That night, I tormented Wen on the hotel bed.
In the end, Wen knelt on the bed begging for mercy, and I only let her give me oral sex to end it all.
Before leaving, I pulled Wen aside again, wanting to confirm our relationship.
Wen's attitude remained tactful yet firm.
She only begged me not to tell her husband or cause trouble for her lover.
At that moment, I was utterly desperate. We had come this far; why didn't Wen still like me? Perhaps because I had just finished having sex with Wen, I was relatively calm. I simply asked Wen, "Tell me the truth, what is it about that short, stocky guy of yours that I don't, and I'll let go and stop bothering you.
"
Wen was silent for a long time, then said to me, "Let's find a place tomorrow, and I'll talk to you properly.
"
The next day, Wen chose a very quiet coffee shop to meet me.
This conversation with Wen greatly surprised me with the true psychological state of women.
Wen told me honestly that I was better than her lover in terms of external conditions, including in bed, but Wen still liked her lover and not me.
First of all, Wen's lover was much more cultured than me, and this culturedness was reflected in many details.
Wen felt comfortable and relaxed with him; they could talk about many things. In bed, Wen's lover was willing to do things that truly pleased her, such as oral sex and foreplay. Secondly, Wen's lover was very considerate, showing her genuine care and concern—something her husband couldn't do. Finally, Wen told me that I was actually a very capable person, but my personality was frivolous and impulsive, and I often acted arrogantly and lacked manners, which made her feel threatened.
This conversation with Wen deeply affected me.
I began to realize that what many mature women truly need is far more complex than we men imagine.
After that conversation with Wen in the coffee shop, I tentatively asked her if she would still want to sleep with me. Wen still refused, even though she admitted that my sexual prowess was superior to both her husband and lover.
After that, Wen and I maintained a purely platonic friendship.
Two years ago, Wen's lover moved to another city, and Wen didn't seem to find another lover.
I had to admit that there were feelings between Wen and her lover.
Although, in my opinion, Wen, my mistress, wasn't particularly outstanding.
Strictly speaking, Wen wasn't exactly a beauty, and her figure was only slender (big hips but small breasts), but she had a very gentle and quiet temperament, which was very attractive to me.
For many men, it would be hard to accept that a high-quality woman like Wen had chosen a very ordinary man as her mistress, but that's reality.
As for the other women who refused to be my mistresses, I didn't talk to them in depth, so I don't know why they rejected me. Perhaps, as Wen said, it's because I lack manners!
My first real mistress was a wealthy and beautiful woman.
I was a mid-level manager in my company, and my department had good benefits.
There wasn't much work, so some of the boss's relatives' children liked to be placed in my department.
Frankly, as a mid-level manager who actually does the work, the worst thing is having relatives among my subordinates. It's awkward to assign them tasks (because they lack ability), it's awkward not to assign them tasks (other colleagues will complain), and I have to cater to them, afraid they'll report me behind my back.
I had such a relative among my subordinates.
This girl, Ya, is the only daughter of the deputy director of the district finance bureau.
She's tall, long-legged, busty, fair-skinned, and has delicate features (I later learned she'd had her nose done).
She's also quite arrogant, and of course, she has the right to be.
Her family is wealthy, she's beautiful, and her boyfriend is a handsome, rich, and successful man (
over 1.8 meters tall, looks like a movie star, his family owns a factory, and he often picks her up in a Land Rover).
A girl like Ya is basically beyond my reach as a middle-class man, so I didn't have any particular interest in her from the start.
Ya is competent at work, though I didn't assign her much.
Her only problem is her temperament; sometimes when she's in a bad mood, I have to coax her to do things.
My department's subordinates are basically divided into two extremes:
the older ones (very old, senior, just coasting through their work), and the younger ones (mainly those born in the 80s and 90s). As the supervisor, I basically have to coax the younger ones to do things and ensure the older ones are obedient.
In this environment, Ya's presence was like a wolf in a flock of sheep; everyone treated her with indifference and resistance.
Ya was labeled: a "connected person," a "rich and beautiful woman." Such people are like celestial fairies; you can only admire them, you don't even have the power to take advantage of them. Therefore, within the department, the only person Ya could truly speak to was me.
Perhaps because of the trauma I suffered with Wen, and because I matured considerably after marriage, I became very considerate of women's feelings when I later interacted with them.
Beneath Ya's "rich and beautiful woman" facade, her true personality was actually quite endearing, a little pretentious, but easily soothed.
Ya and I got along well.
Ya herself said that I was like an older brother to her, very caring, and not like many men who are lecherous.
In Ya's heart, I was actually a gentleman.
Ya's boyfriend and she had been dating for almost five years, and just when they were discussing marriage, he got into trouble.
The incident was truly baffling: he was caught driving under the influence by the police.
This incident itself isn't the most significant part. The real issue is that there was a very scantily clad girl in Ya's boyfriend's car at the time, and ironically, this girl was a friend of Ya's.
Ya's boyfriend had been detained by the police for drunk driving and was released by one of his friends.
However, this friend, being a blabbermouth, exposed his infidelity, making him the laughingstock of Ya's social circle.
Sometimes, thinking about it, this society is truly twisted.
Ya's boyfriend cheated on her before marriage, yet Ya became the object of ridicule, especially among women.
They thought she was too arrogant and deserved this fate.
My analysis of Ya's situation is that people who seem too perfect often have a dark side. When a perfect person falls on hard times, everyone is happy to kick them while they're down; very few are genuinely willing to help.
Ya's boyfriend's infidelity was a huge blow to her; she was depressed for a while. Out of sympathy for her, I tried my best to comfort her during that time.
During Ya's most painful time, I once called her for over three hours to comfort this young girl.
After a while, I clearly felt Ya's dependence on me grew stronger; she would confide in me about everything.
Later, I don't know who initiated it, but I slept with Ya.
Ya was a novice in sex; she had a boyfriend before, and when we got together, Ya was still a "deputy director."
I was quite skilled in sex at that time (after all, I was a married man).
After we got together, I trained Ya a lot, perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps subconsciously wanting revenge on her boyfriend. During our time together, Ya was very obedient to me.
At that time, Ya and I often made excuses to go to the market in the afternoon, sneaking out one after the other to a hotel near the company.
I deeply felt the youth and vitality of a young girl in Ya.
Ya had good stamina and was very resilient in bed; during that period, we tried all sorts of positions and techniques with her.
Ya eventually married her boyfriend.
Ya told me that her boyfriend, in order to get back together with her, knelt down in front of her parents and begged for forgiveness. He even put her name on the deed of their marital home before the wedding (it was a detached villa in a high-end neighborhood). Being her first love, Ya ultimately forgave him.
Two days before Ya's wedding, she asked me to go to a hotel. It was then that Ya gave me her first time anal sex.
After the anal sex, Ya was trembling with pain. I held her and said, with heartache, that she was foolish.
Ya cried in my arms, saying that if it weren't for my marriage, she would never have gotten back together with her boyfriend.
That's when I realized that Ya had actually fallen in love with me long ago.
After Ya got married, our affair gradually decreased. There were many reasons, but not wanting to ruin Ya's marriage was the main one.
Now, Ya and I occasionally go to hotels, but very infrequently, about once a month or so.
Every time we go to a hotel, I make sure to put in the effort, kissing Ya's sensitive spots, touching her whole body, giving her oral sex, and even licking her anus.
Ya does her best to satisfy me in every way.
Although Ya and I don't have sex very often now, the quality of each time is very high.
Sometimes I feel like what we're doing isn't sex, it's love.
To sum it up: because of Ya, I've started to understand why Wen would choose a man who is inferior to me in every way as her lover.
Wen needs more than just sex; she needs love, and her lover can provide both.
Back then, I was young and all I could think about was how to fuck women. How could a man who looked like a scoundrel attract the attention of a high-quality woman like Wen?
I once asked Ya who was better in bed, me or her boyfriend.
Ya initially gave a vague answer, saying they were about the same, but she eventually told the truth after I pestered her.
Her husband is younger and much more capable in bed than me, and his penis is also bigger (mine is about 15 centimeters, while Ya's husband's is probably around 18 centimeters).
But Ya said that it's much more comfortable with me than with her husband. There are many things her husband would never do for her, such as oral sex or anal licking; and there are some things that Ya wouldn't dare to do with her husband, such as blowjobs, deep throat, and anal sex.
Ya's words deeply alarmed me: "When I'm having sex with my husband, it always feels like there's a barrier; I have to maintain a certain distance, neither too cold nor too wanton. But with me, she's completely open; she dares to try anything with me, and tells me everything on her mind."
Compared to Ya's husband, I'm inferior in every way: not as tall (Ya's husband
is over 1.8 meters, I'm
less than 1.75 meters), not as handsome, not as rich, and my skills in bed are a bit lacking (after all, her husband is younger).
Because of my experiences with Wen and Ya, I've become wary of my own marriage: Is there another man behind my wife who's inferior to me in every way, and who's so tired of fucking her?
There's not much to say about me finding a second lover. Our relationship was short, only about six months.
It never felt like the deep connection I had with Ya; it was purely for sex.
Sister Li was a client of mine, around thirty-five years old, fairly pretty, but with a very voluptuous figure (large breasts and hips, but not a thick waist). Like Wen, she was a sophisticated mature woman.
Sister Li's husband was frequently away on business trips (in engineering, you know), and her child was in elementary school back home, leaving her feeling isolated.
My wife worked in finance and was stationed abroad for a year.
Ya had just gotten married and we saw each other less often.
I was experiencing significant physical discomfort.
Sister Li and I were in the same boat; after a few private meals, we developed feelings for each other.
During the six months we were together, we basically booked a hotel room every three days, had sex, and then went our separate ways.
A few times we spent the night together, and when I held her, it didn't feel like holding my wife or Ya; she just felt heavy. Sister Li also didn't seem comfortable spending the night with me.
There's not much to say about being with Sister Li. She wasn't nearly as open sexually as Ya; she was satisfied with just normal sex. I begged her for a long time before she reluctantly gave me oral sex a few times, and even then, her skills were mediocre.
Later, I asked her, "Are you like this with your husband?"
She told me she was very open with him and willing to try many different things.
But with me, for some reason, she always felt guilty afterward. Maybe it was because there was no emotional connection; sometimes she lost desire while having sex with me.
I tried giving her oral sex, but she didn't react well, saying it was uncomfortable, even though she said her husband gave her great oral sex. We
were lovers for less than six months, and our sex life was never fully compatible. The only thing that comforted me was that she had big breasts and a big butt, which felt good to touch.
When her husband was about to return, she broke off the relationship with me.
Perhaps he had made enough money; he stopped doing construction work after that.
Sister Li later wanted to transfer her child to the provincial capital and even asked me for help.
Looking at her happy expression, I thought: women are really different from men. Men often only need sex; women often need not only sex but also love.
Sex without love won't last long with a woman.
Now let me talk about my wife.
My wife and I met through a blind date. I should say, my wife is outstanding in every way (among all the girls I've met on blind dates, she has the best overall qualities).
My wife is
about 1.74 meters tall, elegant and beautiful, with a C-cup, long thighs, and a rounded bottom (I love this part of her body the most). She has fair skin and a good job in the finance department of a state-owned enterprise.
Life after we got married was relatively uneventful. We got married because we'd been trying to seduce her for over a year, and both sets of parents were urging us to get married.
At the time, we thought she was pretty good, so we just went through with it.
To be honest, my wife is quite attractive; she's an 8 out of 10 without makeup, and a 9.5 with makeup
.
Strangely, before and after our marriage, I didn't feel any particular passion for my wife. Perhaps it was because I had easily won her over and didn't cherish her.
At the time, I was still preoccupied with Wen and intentionally neglected my wife.
Shortly after our marriage, my wife's company sent her abroad for a year (essentially a demotion to a branch office for training), after which she would be promoted to finance manager.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel any reluctance; instead, I was secretly pleased, thinking I would have some freedom again.
During that year, my luck with women was excellent; I hooked up
with Ya and Sister Li. However, my understanding of women's true psychology during my relationships with Ya and Sister Li made me curious about my wife: if a rich and beautiful woman like Ya and a virtuous wife like Sister Li could cheat on me, would a beautiful woman like my wife also cheat on me?
Once a man has this thought, he becomes very sensitive and suspicious.
Once, when I was on the phone with my wife around 9 pm, her voice sounded suppressed, as if something was weighing on it.
That time, she only said a few words and hung up.
My wife's unusual behavior during that phone call puzzled me for a long time. Deep down, I didn't believe she would cheat on me. In my eyes, aside from being a bit controlling, she was a very upright person, a typical virtuous wife and loving mother.
After we became a couple, I basically didn't do any housework, and she took excellent care of me. She was also very proper in public; her colleagues and friends all said she was a good woman.
But my reason told me, wasn't Ya a good girl? Two days before our wedding, she even let me fuck her ass, her whole body trembling as I fucked her, and she still stuck out her big, white ass for me to enjoy; wasn't Sister Li a virtuous wife and loving mother? At least Ya had feelings for me, but Sister Li and I had no feelings for each other, it was just for sex, and she still lay under me, being fucked to the point of ecstasy.
My wife herself is outstanding, with many suitors, and being stationed abroad for a long time, she also has sexual needs. Given the right temptation, it's normal for her to cheat; it would be abnormal if she didn't.
After thinking it through, I suddenly realized that deep down, I could accept the possibility of my wife's infidelity.
After all, I wasn't exactly innocent myself, and I hadn't been particularly attentive to her since we got married.
After that, when I talked to my wife on the phone, I started to consciously show her concern, inquiring about her life and work.
I calmly offered suggestions regarding the difficulties she encountered at work.
Often, love between husband and wife is reciprocal.
My wife was clearly touched by my concern, and we talked on the phone non-stop every night, like young lovers at the beginning of their relationship.
It was at this time that my wife and I began to have in-depth discussions about marital issues.
I told her very frankly that if she couldn't hold back and wanted to have a one-night stand, I could accept it; because when I couldn't hold back at home, I would occasionally go to a bathhouse to find someone to help me.
My wife was initially very surprised and even angry about my honesty.
But after calming down, she was able to accept it.
In her words, because of her work, I couldn't enjoy family life, and she couldn't satisfy me sexually, which was indeed her fault.
I was against my wife being assigned to a year-long overseas posting, but she went anyway for her career.
Later, I changed the subject and asked her, "How do you usually deal with things when you can't hold it in anymore?"
My wife is a very simple-minded person, so she forced a smile and said, "I just bear with it."
Later, after I pressed her for answers, my wife confessed that she had indeed done something to betray me in another city, but the person wasn't a man, but a girl.
I still remember how I felt when I heard that. Oh my god, I had been cheated on by a girl!
Under my repeated questioning, and on the condition that I wouldn't bring up the past, my wife told me about two of her past romantic experiences: When my wife was in college, she had a boyfriend who was very outstanding—a graduate student, a member of the school basketball team, and very handsome.
However, he was very career-oriented, and after dating my wife for almost a year, he received a guaranteed admission to a university abroad and broke up with her for his career.
My wife was extremely depressed at that time, and she also experienced physical discomfort (she had just experienced the pleasures of a man, and he was gone), feeling empty inside. At that time, many boys pursued her, but she always felt that none of them could compare to her ex-boyfriend, so she never dated anyone else.
Back then, there was a girl in my wife's dormitory who was exceptionally beautiful, a campus beauty queen, and a goddess in many people's eyes.
My wife and that "goddess" had a very good relationship. After my wife's breakup, she received a lot of comfort and care from the "goddess," and the two became inseparable.
One summer vacation, the "goddess" invited my wife on a trip.
During the trip, my wife and the "goddess" took a bath together. While bathing, my wife couldn't help but be captivated by the "goddess's" body.
In my wife's words, the "goddess's" body was too perfect, truly like the body of a model in an art photograph—exceptionally white skin, exceptionally straight thighs, exceptionally round breasts, and a soft, alluring body like a flower.
It was during this bath that the "goddess" took advantage of my wife.
The "goddess" brought my wife to orgasm several times with her mouth and hands.
At that moment, my wife discovered for the first time that sex between women, while perhaps not as wild as sex between men, was much more delicate.
My wife and the "goddess's" relationship continued until after graduation.
After graduation, the "goddess" wanted to go to Beijing to pursue her dreams.
She wanted to take my wife with her, but my wife, considering her parents, ultimately refused.
There was another reason I later learned: my wife privately felt that although sex with women was also beautiful, she still preferred sex with men.
During the year my wife was stationed abroad, a young woman from the branch office's finance department worked with her, and the two even shared a dormitory.
This young woman was pretty and charming, but she never had a boyfriend.
After my wife and this girl became close, the girl became very clingy, practically wanting to hold my wife while sleeping at night.
My wife suspected the girl was a lesbian, thinking that being away from home must be lonely, and having a cute girl to alleviate that loneliness at night wouldn't be bad. Remembering the happy times she had with her goddess in the past, my wife half-heartedly gave in to the girl. My
wife was usually very careful when she talked to me on the phone, but that one time when I was on the phone, the girl was on top of my wife, sucking on her breasts. Because it felt so good, my wife couldn't control her tone, and I noticed the inconsistency.
After hearing about my wife's two past relationships, I felt a mix of emotions: bitterness (damn, my wife was slept with by two beautiful women, and for quite some time!), relief (thankfully she wasn't cheated on by men, at least she wasn't being cuckolded), and shock (what's wrong with this world? I always thought my virtuous and upright wife was cheating, and in such a sophisticated way!).
Also, I should mention that I later met both women who had been with my wife. The first one was truly beautiful, just as my wife described, as beautiful as a flower. The second one, the girl who seduced my wife, was incredibly innocent-looking. When I first saw her, I couldn't believe such an innocent girl had slept with my wife.
After my wife returned, she still kept in touch with that girl by phone, but that was all.
Although my wife never said anything, I felt that there were still feelings between her and that girl (there was no physical contact, but the contact never stopped; what else could it be but genuine affection?).
Because of my wife's infidelity, for the first time, I felt I was starting to love her.
Is it just that men are inherently cheap, starting to cherish things when someone tries to take them away?
After my wife returned, Ya had already gotten married, and Li Jie and I broke up. I began to devote myself entirely to my wife.
Our marriage truly became harmonious.
My wife and I completely opened up to each other.
This openness was similar to that between Ya and me; in bed, my wife and I gradually became quite compatible.
My wife is now a dignified and elegant wife in public, but a typical harlot in bed.
I even found the feeling of having a lover with my wife—I could do whatever I wanted with her.
How harmonious was our sexual relationship? Even if we argued in the morning, when we went to bed at night, my wife would still undress completely and snuggle into my arms.
Sex had become a unique way for us to communicate.
Before marriage, I tried one-night stands for a while.
One-night stands are different from having a lover.
Having a lover is more about feeling (especially for long-term relationships). Often, as long as the man and woman are attracted to each other, differences in age, appearance, and material possessions are not that important (especially when the woman is financially well-off).
One-night stands are different; they are purely for the thrill.
When I was younger, I lived in Hangzhou for a while (over a year). Back then, I was young, good-looking, and earned a decent salary, so I frequented nightclubs.
My nightclub escapades were all about "e-night stands.
" At that time, I had a colleague who was a master at picking up women, and he often took me along on these "collusive" activities.
When we went to nightclubs, my colleague would usually take the initiative, bringing girls along (he was a local from Hangzhou, so he was good at talking to girls from all over, locals and out of town). After bringing girls, we'd each use our skills, and whoever the girl took a liking to would be taken away.
After a while, I got tired of
"e-night stands," although my colleague still enjoyed it immensely. At first, I found "e-night stands" exciting, but after doing it a lot, I realized that most of the women involved had some issues.
Women who frequented "e-night stands" generally fell into five categories:
First, single women (including divorced women).
These women are either experiencing relationship or marital problems and can't find men through normal channels, so they resort to online sex purely to satisfy their physical needs. Some of these women are quite attractive, but most have somewhat distorted personalities (forgive my use of this term), and some are simply the type who wouldn't show their face without makeup. Second, there are white-collar workers or non-mainstream individuals seeking thrills.
These women mostly seek the so-called excitement of online sex, or some even fantasize about finding a good man through it. These women usually only try online sex temporarily, and after a few times, finding it uninteresting, they return to normal life. Third, there are prostitutes. They use online sex
as a pretext, but it's really about selling themselves; you only realize after you've had sex that the other person isn't doing it for free (many students work part-time in bars doing this). Fourth, there are girls who have been hurt in relationships or respectable women whose marriages are unhappy.
These are extremely rare; meeting one is considered lucky, and actually hooking up with one is even luckier.
I once met a girl, the cute type. She had a fight with her boyfriend that day, and he said he wanted to break up. In a fit of anger, she went to a nightclub to drown her sorrows.
I hit it off with her, and we had a one-night stand at my rented apartment that night. The next morning, I was still hoping for a long-term relationship with her, but unexpectedly, while having breakfast, her boyfriend called, begging to get back together. Without a word, she put on her pants and ran.
Damn it, it's not just men who can just play around and run away.
Fifth, middle-aged women who are sexually frustrated, tired of their marriages, and can't find a man other than their husbands to sleep with.
Most of these women are over forty, not particularly attractive, and don't have the money to hire male escorts, so they try one-night stands at nightclubs to see if they can find free male escorts.
My colleague unfortunately fell for it, being hooked up by a heavily made-up middle-aged woman.
According to my colleague, that woman almost drained him dry that night, to the point that he trembles and gets weak in the knees whenever he sees a middle-aged woman afterward.
In short, having one-night stands is an extremely unreliable thing.
Men and women with real marketability usually have their own lovers and generally don't bother with one-night stands.
I've been having one-night stands for over three months, and apart from that heartbroken girl who disappeared after the initial encounter, I haven't met a single truly high-quality woman.
As for my colleague, after persisting with one-night stands for over half a year, he decisively gave up this not-so-ideal hobby.
Regarding threesomes, I think everyone is probably very interested in this topic.
So far, I've only tried threesomes with two couples, and each time I was the sole male participant.
One threesome partner was someone I met online. There was a special group in the group where a couple was looking for a single male for a threesome. I tried sending my information to that couple, and the woman was very satisfied with my appearance and promptly chose me.
There's not much to say about that threesome; the first time was quite exciting, but it got boring afterward.
Both were middle-aged couples. The woman was pretty and petite, but her figure was a bit out of shape after she took her clothes off (she had given birth, and her genitals were wide). The man was a middle-aged man, a little
over 1.7 meters tall, and quite overweight.
During our threesomes, I felt like a sex toy, a human plaything the middle-aged man had hired to satisfy his wife, and without paying for it (the man was a businessman, and probably had a lot of casual sex, so his sexual ability was weak; in most threesomes, I was the one having sex with his wife).
After a few encounters with this couple, I lost interest and gradually stopped contacting them.
There was another couple, friends of mine, whom I met in Hangzhou.
My friend was five years older than me, and his wife was the same age; we knew each other fairly well.
They were a highly educated couple; the man was a PhD student in bioengineering, and the woman was a medical graduate student. They were typical "three-high" individuals: high salary, high education, and high pressure.
It's probably because intellectuals tend to have more open views on sex. This couple, only in their thirties, were already tired of each other and wanted to try a threesome to see if they could rekindle their passion (the man had previously suggested they each find lovers, but the woman disagreed, fearing that they might develop feelings for each other and break up the family).
They initially searched online, but the first potential partner turned out to be quite sleazy and completely different from their expectations; the woman immediately rejected him. After searching online for a while, they couldn't find anything particularly suitable and decided it would be easier to find someone they knew.
They looked through their circle of acquaintances, but married people were hard to find, people they knew too well were also hard to find, people too old were unsatisfactory, and people too young might scare them away. Finally, they chose me: handsome, honest, not from Hangzhou, safe.
My friend tentatively asked if I wanted to try a threesome, and I, driven by lust, agreed on the spot.
My friend's wife is a beautiful woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou, a 7 out of 10 without makeup, and an 8.5 with makeup; she has
large breasts but a less-than-perfect butt.
Since we were acquaintances, I was inexplicably nervous the first time we did it. I couldn't get an erection, and even after my friend's wife gave me oral sex for a long time, I still couldn't get hard. Later, my friend had me take Viagra, and that's when
I finally got an erection (the couple laughed about this for a long time afterward). The next few times were much better. I was young then (only 26), had good stamina, and plenty of energy. In each threesome, my friend would go first, arousing his wife, and then I would go. After the break, I would take the lead, while my friend focused on enjoying his wife's oral sex.
We met once a week, and my friend and his wife would prepare the necessary items. I would occasionally bring gifts (cigarettes, alcohol, or flowers).
I learned a lot from this couple, not just about sex, but also about interpersonal relationships.
After almost a year of dating them, the initial excitement wore off, and the subsequent threesomes felt like family sex, except it was two men with one woman, and everyone enjoyed themselves immensely.
During this time, my friends and their spouse were truly like family, offering me a great deal of help and advice in both life and work. They helped me discover and correct many of my bad habits from my youth.
The threesome with them is one of the most cherished memories of my life.
It's not that the threesome itself was particularly special, but my friends and their spouse were incredibly kind to me, treating me like a younger brother, giving me the warmth of home a migrant worker from out of town could have.
I later always called my friend's wife Sister Qian, and Sister Qian always addressed me as her brother.
Sister Qian had a significant influence on my choice of partner, leading me to consistently prefer mature women.
I've always had feelings for Wen because she shares a similar temperament with Sister Qian.
My friend was also very good to me; as an older brother figure five years my senior, he taught me a great deal about life and interpersonal relationships.
Unfortunately, my friend later needed to go abroad for his career, and Sister Qian followed her husband overseas.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, I'll likely never have the chance to see them again.
To be honest, when they left, the three of us were very sad, feeling like we were parting from a loved one.
After they left, I couldn't recover for a long time, feeling like a piece of my heart was missing.
It was because of that couple that I never tried threesomes again, because I felt I could never meet such a perfect couple again.
As for wife swapping, I've never even considered it; my own wife is always the best.
However, one of my middle-aged divorced clients is a wife-swapping enthusiast.
After divorcing his wife, he kept a mistress.
When he got tired of her, he felt he should make use of her remaining value and started trying wife swapping.
The client is from Chengdu. He found a wife-swapping circle and, with a try-it-out mentality, took his mistress to experience the thrill.
According to the client, the wife-swapping circle is mainly composed of middle-aged couples, most of whom are no longer physically attractive.
Very few young couples actually participate in wife swapping, and even if they do, they disappear from the circle after a few times.
After participating in wife swapping a few times, his wife became very popular (after all, she was young and beautiful), which made him unhappy, as he didn't meet many high-quality women.
Later, the client decisively withdrew from the wife-swapping circle.
In his words, "wife swapping" is simply a group of middle-aged men and women who can't find quality men and women exchanging low-end products, hoping to discover potential partners among them.
Essentially, it's a lewd extravaganza for middle-aged men and women—exciting, but nothing more.
Now, let me continue talking about my wife.
After our marriage got on track, aside from occasionally having sex with Ya, I basically settled down.
In our sex life, my wife is a typical "lover-centric" type.
Simply put, if I'm satisfied, my wife will be satisfied psychologically too—of course, this is on the premise that she loves me.
I once asked my wife what kind of sex she likes.
She listed them off: touching, kissing, oral sex, hugging; finally, if I like a certain method, she'll try to like it too.
I enjoy oral sex, so my wife gives me oral sex before every sexual encounter. After sex, she doesn't even wipe my penis before giving me oral sex. During her pregnancy, fearing I wouldn't be satisfied, she often gave me oral sex while heavily pregnant to help me relieve my pent-up desire. Once, she even fell asleep from exhaustion while giving me oral sex.
I like doggy style, so my wife has learned to adjust her position. Now, I don't need to adjust my height; my penis can be inserted very accurately. What's even more amazing is that my wife has good stamina. Sometimes, I only need to lie on my wife's plump buttocks, and she will bend up and down below me, allowing me to enjoy the pleasure of my penis being played with by her vagina.
As for anal sex, my wife doesn't really like it. So far, I've only been able to enjoy it when she's on her period.
However, Ya doesn't object to anal sex. Every time we have an affair, I ask Ya's opinion beforehand. If Ya doesn't object, I prepare lubricant, and Ya's anus is a good place for me to relieve my pent-up desire when we're in a hotel room.
I once tried footjob, which involved putting a thin film over my feet and inserting my toes into my wife's vagina to play with her.
After a few minutes, although I was very aroused, my wife said she was uncomfortable, so I had to stop.
I've also tried oral sex and facial ejaculation on my wife, both times she degraded herself to satisfy me. Afterwards, when I asked her how she felt, she only said she felt very cheap and humiliated, so I never tried it again after that one time. I've
also tried footjob with stockings, but I don't really like it. I
tried it a few times, but the novelty wore off, and I stopped. As for bondage and such, I'm really clumsy. I tried it a few times, but I felt it wasn't very fun, so I gave up.
Outdoor sex or car sex is nice, it's more exciting.
But provincial capitals have nothing but crowds, making it very difficult to find a suitable place for outdoor sex or car sex.
Moreover, there are news reports about young men extorting couples having sex in cars, so for safety reasons, many outdoor sex activities are basically prohibited.
About two years into my marriage, my relationship with my wife gradually transformed from romantic love into familial affection.
My married life with my wife was relatively perfect, but I still maintained frequent contact with Ya in private.
However, the frequency of our sexual encounters decreased; we would secretly meet in a hotel room about once a month (more often when my wife was away on business).
After Ya got married, she continued working in my original department, while I was promoted to another department due to my outstanding work performance.
Our dates with Ya sometimes took place during the day, sometimes at night, but generally, the quality of our sex life was very high.
Since we could only have sex once a month, each meeting with Ya felt like a whirlwind of passion, like tearing down a house.
Ya became a little plumper after marriage, and now she's truly a radiant young woman.
We've been together for several years, and Ya hasn't made any material demands on me (she's much richer than me).
I've asked Ya how her married life is, and she sighed: "Before marriage, I was like a treasure; after marriage, I'm like a blade of grass."
Perhaps because she and her husband had known each other for five years before marriage, their sex life deteriorated after marriage.
Although her husband still made love once a week, it was just that—once.
Unlike me, her lover, I always went all out during sex, often pinning her down and fucking her until she was exhausted.
According to Ya, her husband cheated on her again less than a year after their marriage.
But this time, Ya turned a blind eye. Firstly, both families were respectable, and a divorce would be unseemly for everyone; secondly, Ya had me as her lover to provide some spice, and her husband was still fulfilling his responsibilities as a husband in other aspects, so Ya just made do.
Because sex with Ya always had to be done secretly, we both cherished every opportunity to have an affair, trying our best to satisfy each other sexually.
After these years of sexual experience with me, Ya said that she felt it was difficult to leave me physically; I was probably the man in the world who understood her body best.
Every time we met, Ya felt like she was on an aphrodisiac, incredibly thirsty, and she enjoyed everything I did in bed.
The most pleasurable time I had sex with Ya was when my wife was away on a business trip, and Ya's husband was also out of town on business. Ya and I spent the weekend at a five-star hotel, staying there for two days straight.
During those two days, I was like a beast in heat, desperately wanting to fuck Ya (my wife had her period that week, and we hadn't had sex for a whole week, so I was really pent up).
Before that date, I specifically bought a medium-sized dildo, wanting to experience what it would feel like to fuck both of Ya's holes at the same time.
Coincidentally, Ya had also been pent up for a long time (her husband had probably been out having fun, and hadn't given her any fertility treatment for over half a month).
That time at the hotel, I started by fucking Ya with all my might, and when she was completely ecstatic, I took out the dildo and continued thrusting into her. Ya thought I had gone soft then and didn't care, continuing to cooperate and enjoy being fucked.
After Ya climaxed, I pulled the dildo out of her vagina and used lubricant to rub her anus.
Ya was especially docile after her orgasm, obediently sticking out her buttocks to welcome my penetration.
While I was fucking Ya's anus, I secretly inserted the dildo into her vagina while she was lost in passion. Ya resisted a few times, twisting her buttocks, but seeing my firm stance, she gave up.
Later, I secretly took out the remote control of the dildo and turned the frequency of the electric dildo to the maximum, while simultaneously thrusting my penis hard into Ya's anus. I could clearly feel the two penises, one real and one fake, meeting inside Ya.
Ya's reaction was like she went crazy; she started screaming.
It was a real scream; if the room hadn't been well soundproofed, I estimate Ya's screams would have gotten a male dog two miles away hard.
Within minutes, Ya quickly climaxed, lying face down on the bed, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Her vagina gushed water like a spring, and her anus contracted repeatedly, so intensely pleasurable that I thought my penis would be snapped off.
Ya trembled on the bed for almost two minutes before regaining her senses, and the first thing she said to me after she came to her senses was: "I'm really going to die from pleasure."
Ya's extreme orgasm that time was medically known as the ultimate "mini-death" of sexual pleasure. At the peak of orgasm, a woman feels as if she's dying; her body is completely out of control with pleasure, even to the point of urinary incontinence, but her mind remains clear and her senses are incredibly sensitive.
Ya said that at that moment of ecstasy, she suddenly had a thought: I am like her God, and she would even be willing to die for me.
This feeling of "mini-death" is an extremely rare experience for a woman.
For a long time afterward, I found it difficult to let Ya relive that feeling.
In my analysis, to find that feeling, both people must be in a very good state; the right time, place, and circumstances are indispensable.
That weekend, Ya was almost completely obedient to me.
I, too, was overcome with lust, repeatedly defiling Ya, this woman many consider a heartthrob, like the most despicable prostitute.
I tied Ya's upper body with red rope.
I had prepared this beforehand; I admit I had ulterior motives towards Ya that time.
After several years of having an affair with Ya, I was actually a little tired of her body; I desperately needed to find new pleasure with her.
I made Ya lie face down on the floor, simultaneously using a dildo and my own penis to fuck both of her holes. When I got tired of one hole, I would switch to the other. While fucking Ya, I would slap her big ass. When I was about to ejaculate, I would just grab Ya's long hair and give her a face shot or oral sex.
That weekend, pencils, toothbrushes, emergency flashlights, and other items I could find in the five-star hotel became tools for my wanton manipulation of Ya. Twice, Ya was so tormented by me that she fainted. At
the most insane moment, I made Ya crawl on the carpet while I rode on her big ass and fucked her hard; or I made Ya lie on the bed with her head half-suspended in the air, and I used her mouth like a vagina to fuck her (the dildo was constantly fucking Ya's anus and vagina). Finally, Ya couldn't take it anymore and knelt on the ground crying and begging me to stop.
At that time, her face was covered in semen, her hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in bruises, a pitiful sight that allowed my darkest desires to be fully released.
Ya later told me that she lay in bed for two days after returning home before she could get up. Luckily, her husband was away on a business trip, otherwise, something terrible would have happened.
Later, when we went to a hotel together, Ya strictly forbade me from having sex. She also confiscated the dildo, saying she threw it into the Yangtze River.
Poor little dick, your life was short.
After such a frenzied and depraved relationship with Ya, I developed a feeling for her that was different from that for my wife: perhaps only Ya could be so completely cooperative with me in this world.
The only person I felt guilty about regarding my relationship with Ya was her husband.
If this dashing, rich, and handsome man knew that his beloved wife and mother had been fucked so badly by me, and that I had played with every part of her body, I wonder what he would feel?
As the saying goes, "He who defiles another's wife and daughters will have his wife and daughters defiled by another."
Ya's husband's long-term infidelity meant he had to bear the risk of his wife being taken advantage of.
After all, in modern society, no chaste woman will truly remain chaste for you. Once you can't satisfy her, she'll go out and find food herself.
I was having affairs with other men's wives, and now my own wife was being coveted by others.
In the third year of our marriage, our love for each other slowly transformed into familial affection.
Sexually, we still maintained our passion; I delivered our "marital duties" three times a week, and occasionally we could even have some romantic moments on weekends.
My wife once asked me a question: "Can you accept your wife having a physical affair?"
I thought about it for a long time and said firmly, "I can accept you having a physical affair.
Sex is like eating; you'll definitely feel uncomfortable if you don't eat for a long time.
If you really cheat on me one day, I can accept you having some casual sex, but I absolutely cannot accept you having a lover.
"
My wife was very surprised and asked why.
My answer was very realistic: "After a one-night stand, you two scoundrels will have to say goodbye, there's no time to cultivate feelings; finding a lover is about finding a man to fuck you long-term, and men and women, you know, easily develop feelings after fucking for a while.
"
My wife laughed out loud and swore to me: "Honey, for the rest of my life, I'll only let you fuck me; don't worry, I won't cheat.
"
And it really came true, my wife has indeed only let me fuck her for the rest of her life.
But damn it, why didn't she say she wouldn't let any other woman fuck her for the rest of her life?
In the third year of our marriage, my biggest rival in love, my wife's ex-girlfriend—that goddess as beautiful as a flower—came back.
Next episode:
My marriage to my wife was, in a way, an accident.
Before I met my wife, I was in a state of success in my career but unsuccessful in love.
At that time, I was madly infatuated with Wen, a mature woman, and for a while, I didn't think much of other young girls.
When I was promoted to department manager, I was 28 years old, a time of great success.
My parents had already bought me a house for my wedding, and I suddenly became a highly sought-after bachelor in my parents' circle. Many older women were trying to sell me their daughters or nieces.
Blind dates often feel like human trafficking.
Both sets of elders would pull their unmarried younger relatives along, weighing their family assets and debating whether the two young people were a good match. "Oh, their families seem to be about the same," they'd say. "Okay, these two young people can get married and have children."
At the time, I was extremely averse to blind dates.
This feeling intensified after meeting a few blind date partners; they were either too young or too unattractive.
If they were pretty, their personalities were often problematic.
In short, I clearly remember going on no fewer than eight blind dates in one month.
On the ninth date, I met my future wife.
She was from my hometown, but her family was from a rural area below my hometown (my hometown is in a county town).
In the past, my mother would never have approved of my wife; but in recent years, her family received a large sum of money from
a land expropriation. My mother, greedy for money, and considering my wife's bachelor's degree and her job at a state-owned enterprise (which she got through connections and bribes),
considered everything and felt we were a perfect match. She immediately called me and instructed, "This wife is great, son, you must win her over.
"
My first impression of my wife was that she was beautiful, had a great figure, especially her very shapely and round buttocks. Just for that, I wanted to win her over.
My wife was also quite satisfied with me; she was good-looking, came from a good family, and was very charming. Before long, we started dating.
Many people fall in love before getting married, but my wife and I got married first and then fell in love.
We lived together for about three months after we met, and after six months, both our parents decided we should get married.
I had just experienced the biggest setback of my life with Wen, and I was trying to distract myself and heal my wounded heart, so I agreed without thinking.
My wife seemed to like me and agreed too.
We had been married for less than six months when my wife's company wanted to send her abroad for a year, which I strongly opposed.
We were just starting to have feelings for each other, and of course I didn't want her to be stationed abroad at this time.
My wife, for the sake of her career, eventually went anyway.
We had a huge fight about her going.
She felt quite guilty about it.
Despite her guilt, she still cheated on me while she was away.
Even though it was with a young girl, sigh, women these days!
After I found out about her infidelity, I finally started to truly cherish her, and our relationship improved dramatically.
When we first got married, it felt like we were just getting married for the sake of getting married. It wasn't until my wife returned from her posting abroad that we truly started to feel like husband and
wife. In our third year of marriage, our relationship entered a stable period, and just when we were planning to have a child, my nemesis appeared.
My wife was once hooked up with a beautiful girl in college—I'll call her a goddess (because she really was beautiful).
This goddess, pursuing her dream of becoming an actress, resolutely went to Beijing after graduation.
She thought that with her talent and beauty, she could quickly achieve her dream.
Unfortunately, in the entertainment industry, to rise to the top, one must first accept the unspoken rules.
As a lesbian, the goddess was unwilling to be subjected to such treatment by a group of sleazy men, and there seemed to be very few lesbians in the entertainment industry.
Therefore, after three years in Beijing, she was just a minor cover model, achieving nothing in her career.
Later, the goddess felt that continuing like this wasn't sustainable and started looking for other ways out.
Some people in this world are just lucky.
The goddess met a benefactor in a lesbian circle in Beijing—a middle-aged woman.
That woman was very rich; I don't know exactly how rich, but I do know that she was with the goddess for three years, and when they broke up, the goddess received a breakup fee of nearly 30 million yuan.
After accumulating her first pot of gold, the goddess gradually made several investments, all of which were profitable.
I've always suspected that the goddess's investment success was due to expert guidance.
Otherwise, it's hard to imagine that a finance major like her would have such a keen eye for investment.
The first thing the goddess wanted to do after getting the money was to rekindle her romance with her college roommate—my wife.
To put it simply, she wanted to sleep with my wife.
As a married, childless woman in her late twenties, I believe many men have fantasized about sleeping with my wife.
However, given my wife's firm rejection, these men would probably give up quickly.
The only one truly relentless and persistent in pursuing my wife is the goddess.
I must admit, when it comes to sleeping with other men's wives, the goddess is far more persistent than most men in the world.
My wife was very frank about the goddess's return.
She clearly told me that her ex-girlfriend had returned and wanted to see her.
It's my fault for not assessing the situation carefully enough; I didn't really take this woman seriously.
I thought that after three years of marriage, my relationship should be stable, and this goddess's return was probably just to catch up. Furthermore, my wife raved about the goddess's beauty to the skies, and I was genuinely curious to see what she looked like in person!
After the goddess returned, my wife dragged me along to have dinner with her.
The moment I saw her, I was stunned. Although her attire was rather androgynous—a blazer and trousers, with minimal feminine clothing—she was undeniably beautiful. Without exaggeration, in terms of appearance alone, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
My wife is also quite beautiful, but standing next to the goddess, the difference was obvious: her skin wasn't as fair, her features weren't as delicate, and her waist was slightly thicker.
More importantly, my wife lacked the goddess's femininity.
Even Ya, a rare beauty, immediately showed many physical flaws compared to the goddess.
This stunning beauty had actually slept with my wife; as a man, my feelings were incredibly complex.
The goddess cried the moment she saw my wife, rushed over to hug her, and her first words were: "XXX, I missed you!"
My meeting with the goddess was incredibly unpleasant and ominous for two reasons:
First, she and my wife were overly intimate, practically huddled together, making me feel utterly superfluous. Second, the way she looked at me was... well, let's just say it was incredibly complicated, like the gaze of a cuckolded husband towards his lover.
If my wife hadn't been there, I think she would have devoured me.
What followed was equally complicated. The goddess persistently pursued my wife, and while she remained relatively chaste, she was clearly very moved.
As for me, this unfortunate man, I was speechless, helpless, and powerless in the face of this beautiful woman's attempts to steal my wife.
I foolishly tried to talk to her privately, and she acted as if she wanted to bury me in money.
I was so angry I wanted to hit someone, and finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and smashed a wall, fracturing my finger.
When I got home, I told my wife I'd fallen, which caused her a lot of complaints, and it took me half a month to recover.
At first, my wife could resist the advances of my ex-girlfriend, but human hearts are made of flesh and blood. Her ex-girlfriend's relentless pursuit finally broke her.
One day, my wife pulled me aside for a serious talk about her plan to cheat on me.
The gist of the conversation was:
My wife loves me, but she also loves my ex-girlfriend.
She won't divorce me unless I abandon her.
She plans to have an affair to satisfy my ex-girlfriend's longing over the past few years, and hopes I'll approve.
If I disagree, she'll still respect my opinion, but she'll be very unhappy.
As compensation for cheating, she allows me to have a lover, but only sex, not love, and I can't use any money from home to support her.
Finally, if I want a divorce, she's willing to leave with nothing and give me an additional 5 million yuan.
Damn it, after talking to my wife, I'm disillusioned with this society.
Being a person is hard, being a man is even harder, and being a man who marries a beautiful woman is the hardest of all.
Now even female hooligans are seducing good women; we husbands are truly helpless against this!
Although I was very upset, and my wife was clearly having an emotional affair, I couldn't do anything rash because the other woman was a woman.
If it were a man trying to steal my wife, I probably would have already attacked him with a knife.
Now, it's a woman trying to steal my wife, so I can only laugh it off.
After reluctantly agreeing to my wife's illegitimate request, I secretly thought: now I can legitimately develop Ya into my lover, no more sneaking around.
Three years after Ya and my husband got married, Ya gave birth to a son (not mine), and her relationship with my husband slowly began to improve.
After learning that Ya was pregnant, I had a deep talk with Ya and we felt that we should end this affair and return to our respective families.
Of course, we also had one last farewell sexual encounter.
I found that God is cruel. Just when I finally broke up with Ya and decided to return to my family and be a good husband, my wife was successfully stolen away by a goddess, or at least emotionally cheated on her.
At this time, Ya's marriage also faced a huge crisis: Ya's husband was suspected of having a sexually transmitted disease.
When Ya told me this news, I was immediately stunned.
Damn it, what if Ya got infected, then passed it on to me, and then I passed it on to my wife?
I asked Ya how she was sure? Ya told me that her husband hadn't touched her for almost two months, and that he used separate towels and new ones.
Suspicious, she secretly followed him and discovered he'd been receiving treatment at the hospital recently.
Finally, I was overjoyed to hear Ya say that she'd been checked at the hospital and didn't have the disease.
Good heavens! I believed in God again!
Later, I learned that Ya's husband had gone much further in his sexual pursuits than I had. After various forms of sexual stimulation, he gradually became addicted to group sex—
the kind of thing you'd see at a lavish party like the Hainan Rendez-Vous, involving promiscuity and drug use. As the saying goes,
"He who walks by the river will eventually get wet."
Group sex parties are high-risk areas for STDs.
Ya's husband's STD was eventually cured, but it caused significant damage to his body.
I saw him later; he was extremely haggard, his face covered in acne, and he had lost a lot of hair.
The once dashing and successful man looked ten years older, completely ruined.
Ya's husband's STD completely destroyed her marriage.
After this incident, Ya and her husband started sleeping in separate beds.
Because of their son, they didn't divorce, but they lived separate lives; their marriage was just a piece of paper.
After this happened, Ya lay in my arms and cried her heart out.
She said that if she had known marriage would turn out like this, she would have been my mistress rather than marry her husband.
Perhaps Ya's life had been too smooth in the first half, and fate made her suffer so much in this marriage.
After Ya's marriage died, I took the initiative to resume our affair.
I knew Ya needed me, both physically and emotionally.
During that time, I was truly overwhelmed.
My old lover's marriage was in trouble, and I had to put out the fire; my own home was also on fire—my wife had been stolen by a goddess.
When my wife went on her first date with the goddess, as a pathetic man, I actually reflexively prepared condoms for her.
Later, I realized: damn it, why would two women need condoms for sex?
The night my wife met the goddess, I booked a hotel nearby and invited Ya over. Her husband completely ignored her now.
That night, as I was having sex with Ya on the hotel bed, I comforted myself: My wife cheated on me, and I cheated on someone else; it's a win-win situation!
Although my wife cheated, it wasn't all bad:
1. Out of guilt, she treated me even better in daily life, practically like a maid.
Sexually, she was increasingly tender and compliant.
2. I suggested Ya be my lover. My wife was initially upset, but eventually agreed, and Ya and I could finally be together openly.
3. Seeing that she had successfully stolen my wife, the goddess finally had a change of heart and apologized for injuring my hand last time.
It was a ridiculous scene: a woman who slept with a man's wife, and then said to him, "I'm sorry, I slept with your wife. I apologize, but after apologizing, I'll still continue.
"
For a while afterward, a delicate balance formed between the four of us: Ya, my wife, and the goddess.
My wife and I have a normal married life during the week, while Ya and I enjoy our time together on weekends, with my wife and goddess acting like a pair of Durex condoms.
Sometimes I can't help but admire my wife: "While I was a wild womanizer when I was younger, at least it was heterosexual love.
My wife, although you haven't slept with many men and women (two men and two women), you've crossed gender lines, and your partners have all been high-quality (your first love, husband, goddess, and the girl you cheated with are all good-looking), with one woman being a real gem. In terms of quantity, you can't compare to me, but in terms of quality, you're way ahead of me."
Many men reading this probably have the following fantasies: "My wife's mistress is so beautiful, could I find a way to kill two birds with one stone? If I could get my wife's mistress, wouldn't a life of one wife and one concubine, a daily threesome, be just around the corner?"
As a normal man, having this thought is normal, but as a realistic man, you should give up on this idea as soon as possible.
In this world, regardless of gender, there are three categories of sexual actors: heterosexuals, homosexuals, and bisexuals.
I'm a perfectly normal heterosexual, while my wife's ideal woman is a normal lesbian (and a top, not a top). My wife's situation is more complicated; she's bisexual with ambiguous sexual behavior.
Before university, my wife came from a very strict family. Only two people in her family have ever gone to university: her uncle and herself.
In our hometown, having a university graduate is a source of great pride for the family.
My wife was a good student from a young age, so her family was very strict with her. Before university, she basically lived a monotonous life of studying, eating, and more studying, never having dated.
After starting university, she finally had her first relationship, and her first boyfriend was also very outstanding.
If this relationship had been positive, it could have had a positive impact on her views on sex.
Unfortunately, she was unlucky.
Her first love only lasted a short time; her boyfriend, whom she loved madly, went abroad shortly after she lost her virginity.
After her first love ended, my wife was in great pain for a while. It was during this time that her ideal woman appeared, giving her still-developing views on sex a major shock.
My wife says that when she's with her "goddess," she feels the goddess understands her very well and can easily bring her to orgasm.
The pleasure is completely different from her first boyfriend.
I've always suspected that her first boyfriend wasn't very good in bed.
My wife's strongest memory of her first love is his excellent personal qualities; she barely comments on his sexual prowess.
When she began to accept her goddess's love and even considered developing a purely lesbian relationship, well, graduation came, and her goddess moved to Beijing.
At this point, my wife faced the realities of life: job hunting, blind dates, marriage, etc., and her almost fully formed views on sex were challenged again.
After we started dating, thanks to my previous experience with casual sex and threesomes, I finally honed my skills in bed.
My wife, a sex novice, began to truly experience male sexual stimulation when she met me, a seasoned veteran.
According to my wife, she was completely conquered by me the second time we slept together.
The first time we slept together, I didn't perform well; I ejaculated inside her vagina in less than half an hour.
Because my wife had been a lesbian for a long time, her vagina was practically undeveloped, and it was very tight the first time, causing even a seasoned pro like me to fail.
Seeing my wife's expressionless face, I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground.
The second time I made love with my wife, to avoid the embarrassment of the first time, I prepared extensively, even taking Viagra beforehand.
The second time, I was in top form, using all my skills to regain my previous pride, and lasting exceptionally long. That night, starting at 10 pm, I kept my wife going until after 3 am. It was then that my wife felt her entire body was opened up.
Regarding sex, my wife discovered that the goddess's sex was delicate and gentle, while mine was wild and ecstatic—each had its own merits.
This complex view of sex led her to accept and enjoy both same-sex and heterosexual relationships.
I don't know much about the goddess, but from my wife's description, she seems to be a pure lesbian.
You can imagine such a woman as having a man's soul residing within her body.
If my wife's sexual characteristics are omnipotent, Ya's are more of a love-first, masochistic type (mild).
Ya's personal traits are very similar to W, the protagonist in "You Are the Apple of My Eye," both willing to sacrifice a lot sexually for love.
Ya is a very tall and sexy girl with a cheerful and lively personality, but she is actually quite vulnerable deep down.
Ya comes from a very wealthy family and is the youngest daughter (with an older brother), so she was spoiled rotten from a young age.
Her boyfriend was also very gentle and considerate towards her after they started dating (unfortunately, this changed after marriage), leading Ya to secretly crave a certain kind of authoritative sex that is both strong and gentle.
In simpler terms, she's had too much of a comfortable life and hasn't experienced hardship, so she has a slight masochistic tendency.
When Ya first started working, she was my subordinate.
I always presented myself as a respectable and assertive leader.
I was decisive and efficient at work, which earned her a lot of favor, and her family and boyfriend doted on her.
After she became my mistress, my sexual style was mainly rough, occasionally gentle, and sometimes even involved sadomasochism.
Since she wasn't my wife, we didn't have much affection for each other at first, and I didn't know how long this would last, so I seized every opportunity to have sex with her relentlessly, completely venting my desires on Ya.
This sexual style perfectly satisfied Ya's slight masochistic tendencies, making her emotionally and sexually irresistible to me.
Coupled with Ya's unhappy marriage, this led to her gradually developing a severe dependence on me.
When I was with Ya, I basically didn't need to consider her feelings, because no matter how outrageous my actions were, unless Ya's body couldn't take it, she would absolutely endure it completely.
After my wife and the goddess got together, I worried that my wife's heart would slowly lean towards the goddess.
I could see that the goddess truly loved my wife, although I didn't understand this kind of same-sex love, but I gradually discovered that my wife was also playing a balancing act between me and the goddess.
In my wife's view, she couldn't do without either her husband or her girlfriend.
I don't know how my wife communicated with the goddess, but anyway, after this chaotic three-way relationship lasted for almost half a year, the goddess slowly accepted the relationship.
During these six months, a very interesting episode occurred.
When my wife was stationed abroad, she had a relationship with a finance girl in a branch office. This girl was later seconded to the group for a year, hoping to rekindle her romance with my wife.
Faced with a sudden competitor, the goddess was clearly extremely unhappy, but she couldn't directly confront her, given her secret affair with my wife. So, she encouraged me to step in and get rid of this girl.
I, on the other hand, acted indifferent towards this female competitor. Whether my wife was with one woman or two, it didn't matter, as long as she wasn't with any man other than me.
Fortunately, my wife was still loyal to my relationship with the goddess, and the girl failed to win her over for a year, eventually returning to her hometown in tears.
As my wife and I watched the girl's departing figure, I couldn't help but sigh: "Wife, you're such a devil! How many innocent girls' hearts are you going to break in this lifetime?"
Finally, let me tell you about the current situation of the four of us: Ya, my wife, and the goddess. Ya's marriage has completely broken down, and they are currently going through a divorce.
Ya's husband proposed giving her a property worth 6 million yuan and cash, with their son going to him.
Ya has no objection to the division of assets, but she is desperately trying to gain custody of her son.
However, based on my judgment, the son will most likely be raised by the father. This is
because the father is quite influential locally and will definitely pull strings.
Crucially, Ya's parents also want the son to be raised by the father, making it easier for Ya to remarry.
Ya recently told me that if she can't win custody of the son, she'll have a child with me; it doesn't seem like a joke.
My wife has been riding high lately. According to her, the best woman and the best man in the world are both hers, and she should be content.
The goddess is slowly selling off her assets in Beijing; it seems she plans to settle in the provincial capital.
It looks like our ill-fated relationship will continue for quite some time.
My wife previously turned a blind eye to my relationship with Ya.
Last week, she proactively met with Ya, and the two seemed to have a very pleasant conversation.
My chances of getting with the goddess in this lifetime are slim, but there's still hope of getting my wife and Ya together for a threesome.
Having lived for over thirty years, my assessment of various sexual behaviors in society today is as follows:
finding a lover is the most reliable; one-night stands have a very low cost-effectiveness; threesomes are like buying a lottery ticket, purely based on luck; wife-swapping requires extremely strong psychological qualities, and most people shouldn't even think about it.
In this society, if you have money or good looks, and your personality isn't too bad, finding a lover isn't difficult, but finding a lover who is completely suitable for you is another matter entirely.
In most cases, a lover is a complement to family life; few people seek lovers, preferring someone similar to their wife.
The chances of meeting high-quality men and women through online dating are extremely low. Instead of wasting time on online dating, you'd be
better off focusing on finding a wife or lover. Threesomes are like a legend; the probability of a harmonious threesome is virtually zero.
If you happen to meet someone, consider yourself lucky, but even then, it rarely lasts.
There are too many variables in real life; everyone has their own life. If your life even briefly intersects with two other people, that's already fate.
I haven't experienced wife-swapping, but most wife-swapping partners are quite old. If you have a thing for mature women, you could try it.

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