My 4P experience with a couple and a man (full)

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My 4P Experience with a Couple and a Man I

met her three weeks ago in a chat room on a website, a couples-swapping site.

She said she was looking for a couple, and I told her I didn't have a husband, I wasn't married. So we chatted, talking about our

views on sex and couples-swapping. She was a teacher, and I was surprised when I learned her profession—teachers and

doctors , I used to think of them as otherworldly. She asked me what I thought of wife-swapping, and I said it was interesting and

exciting, right? I've always liked exciting things, like having affairs. I once

had sex ; the mirror was one-way, so we could see our colleagues working outside, their busy figures, while he

was entering my body.

She asked, "Have you ever thought about a threesome?"

Of course, but it's hard to find a suitable partner; safety is the primary concern.

She hesitated for a long time, then said, "My husband suggested we meet."

We met in a KFC. I arrived first, lit a cigarette, and waited expressionlessly. I got up several times

to leave, but couldn't. "You're a slutty woman," I told myself. "A long time ago, I started

fantasizing about threesomes, three bodies entwined, a frenzied, relentless thrusting, without

emotion , without morality, without shame, only the most basic needs, human needs." Actually, what attracted me

wasn't sex itself. In this society, finding someone to sleep with is probably easier than buying a newspaper on the street. What truly attracted me

was the sense of accomplishment from breaking rules and challenging morality.

They arrived. The woman wore the red shirt we'd agreed on online; her breasts were high. I suddenly had

the urge to touch them. What would it be like to sleep with a woman? The man wasn't tall, but he had a strong build. My

gaze naturally drifted to his crotch, but I couldn't discern his size. I waved my hand, and they came

over , sat down, and asked, "What would you like?" "I can't ask, we're leaving soon," the woman said.

An awkward silence followed. Good, I was satisfied with this silence; at least it meant they weren't seasoned threesomers

. "What...

do you do?" the man asked. "

Secretary." I exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking, "What do you think I am? A prostitute?"

We continued talking about things like the weather and Chinese football. Five minutes later, they got up.

Bye. I sat on the stool, thinking, "That's it? It felt like an interview." What

a joke.

Three days later, I received her call. "Did I fail my exam?" I teased her,

trying to sound relaxed.

"Are you free tonight? Come over." Her voice trembled slightly.

My heart pounded. This was for real... to go or not?

Go... I had to see what it was like. I had to go. As I made up my mind, a sense of tragic heroism

washed over me if I wasn't going to bed, but sacrificing myself for some great cause.

I tried to take a nap in the afternoon to improve my condition for the evening, but I tossed and turned, unable to

fall asleep . The stimulation from the three of us led me to masturbate twice in a daze.

The man was already inside the woman. My limp body leaned against the doorframe. "No, I can't,

you can't," a voice inside me cried. Slowly, I turned around, walked back to the living room, picked up my schoolbag,

and headed for the door. As I passed the bedroom, I couldn't help but glance back. The woman was also looking towards the

door . We exchanged a glance. "I... I'll go first," I murmured. Then I walked towards the door.

Suddenly, my hand was grabbed. It was the man. He turned me around and kissed me. I

shook my head back and forth, not wanting to kiss a complete stranger, even though I could sleep with him. His hands tore open my

shirt, kneading my breasts. My lower body began to swell, and my schoolbag fell to the floor. His naked genitals

rubbed against me, his manhood swaying.

I began to moan, letting him caress me. At that moment, another pair of hands slowly caressed my thighs.

Oh... it was her. She licked through my underwear, her hands tracing patterns on my legs.

I couldn't resist; the temptation was too strong, and I had no choice but to surrender.

The three of us climbed onto the bed. The woman straddled my legs, kissing me

, while the man put his penis in my mouth, which I sucked. The man's hands roamed over my body, and I began to scream loudly. The man's penis

was already inside me, and he slowly thrust in and out. I knew nothing more; my only desire was for a huge,

thick, hot penis.

The woman knelt beside me, kissing my breasts. I reached out and caressed her. Her body was

so soft; I couldn't help but slide my hand down. Her vulva quickly accepted my fingers, and my

thumb rubbed her clitoris. She breathed heavily and began to swear. I pulled her close, made her straddle my

face, and began to give her oral sex. This is what a woman's vulva looks like. It's the first time I've seen it so clearly. I

tentatively licked it with my tongue, and she shuddered, letting out a moan that sounded like she was crying. It was quite interesting. I

continued licking, while the man kneaded the woman's breasts, his penis continuing to thrust. This is what a woman's fluid tastes like—

a little astringent. The woman seemed a little tired; she climbed down, crawled to my side, and licked the point where we

were joined .

The man's penis was pulled out a little, still wet with my fluids, and she would lick it. Clearly, this

action aroused everyone. The man started to speed up, and I couldn't help but shout... His penis

was pounding roughly, as if it were going to tear me apart. The woman stimulated my breasts with her hands. "Oh... I'm coming!" I shouted, my

body starting to spasm. The man thrust forcefully, then his whole body stiffened as he waited, his penis dancing inside.

Finally , he ejaculated.

All three of us were exhausted, no one speaking. The man had already slid out, lying in the middle, his left arm around me,

his right arm around his wife. He played with our breasts, without saying a word. I closed my eyes, thinking that when I opened them,

I would find it was just another erotic dream, like any other dream I'd had before, where nothing had actually

happened.

The woman seemed shy too, nestled in the man's arms. I sat up, looking for my underwear.

Just then , I heard a noise at the door. I looked up and saw a naked man standing there.

"Our neighbor," the man said. "Aren't you alone? We called him."

I realized who the call had been to.

The man walked to the bedside, looked at me, and asked, "Was that you who called out?"

I ignored him and continued searching for my underwear.

Suddenly, my arm was grabbed, and he pulled me to the middle of the bed.

I struggled; having sex with a stranger was fine, but not being forced.

The man joined in, holding me down with four hands. Two penises were dangling in front of me, one shrunken, the other erect

.

The woman looked at me, "Don't be afraid, it'll be over soon." She took a black cloth from under the pillow and

blindfolded !

Without warning, a penis was thrust inside. This must be the new man's; the original

one couldn't have recovered so quickly, and someone was licking it—was it the woman again? Or the man? I didn't know.

In that instant, a saying came to mind: "Life is like being raped; if you can't change it, then enjoy it

."

I relaxed a little, and the man's thrusting continued. One hand pinched my nipple; I couldn't tell whose

hand it was. A penis smacked my nose. I opened my mouth, and it entered. I sucked hard. It quickly

hardened, then left my mouth, and another penis slid out, quickly replaced by a new one.

Whose was this? Had someone new joined? Or was it the one I'd just swallowed? What was that lubricating liquid?

My saliva? Or someone else's fluid? Where was the woman? Had the one that had just left my body

entered ? That long, hot thing… I wondered how many times they'd ejaculated. I felt myself

covered in male fluid, like a bottle of semen. I remembered

a line .

Thinking back, it still felt exciting. So, I joined a group sex, a wife-swapping club, where I enjoyed

sex many times. Writing this article seems like I'm promoting the club; to be frank, writing this article

earned me a three-figure raise! So, you could say it's for my own release and stimulation, or you could say

it's for financial gain!

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