3P at someone else's house

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

It was a summer day. I was at a university in Xi'an defending my graduate thesis. It was over, and the thought of returning to the cold, indifferent city of Shenzhen filled me with worry and fear. So I went to an internet cafe, hoping to relax and temporarily forget my troubles. Back then, Sina's chat rooms weren't like they are now. Entering a chat room wasn't complicated; you could just enter anyone and change your name at will. It was an adult chat room. I stared blankly at the alluring names, feeling somewhat lost. Then a very eye-catching name caught my attention—I can't remember exactly—it was

something like "Shenzhen couple looking for single men." That's how we started chatting. We chatted casually for a bit, and I learned their purpose: pure curiosity, perhaps to satisfy that curiosity and see what they were thinking. After introducing myself, they made a further request: to exchange contact information. I asked if it was email or phone, and they firmly replied, "Phone." Without hesitation, I sent the number. Unexpectedly, a few moments later, an unknown number called. Unlike my initial playful attitude, this time I hesitated. Should I answer? The question lingered in my mind for a long time, but I still pressed the call button. By then, I had already decided to accept whatever was coming, and I was also wondering if it was real or not. Perhaps this is typical of Geminis: curious about troubles and wanting to know the truth. I didn't speak. He was very proactive, with a typical male voice, sounding a bit like a southern accent. We chatted casually, he asked about my studies and return plans. Perhaps sensing my lack of aggression, he asked me to speak with his wife. For a long time, I could hear him explaining to his wife through the receiver, and I could clearly hear her hesitation. Finally, she picked up the phone, saying "Hello," in a rather awkward voice. I didn't know how to address her, so I replied with a "Hello" as well. We chatted briefly, but I wasn't in a hurry, because I was still full of doubts about whether this was really going to happen. Long after hanging up, I suddenly found myself becoming anxious. I wanted to know how things would develop.

Since my dissertation defense was over, I was captivated by the air, mountains, and water of my hometown, even though the air was heavy with dust and the mountains weren't particularly lush. I didn't want to leave, partly because I wanted to stay longer, and partly because I was worried about what I might face.

During this time, he kept in touch with me via text message. I was still hesitant about this, so my replies were usually brief and indifferent. Perhaps because of his persistent efforts, we kept in touch until I was on the bus after getting off the plane in Shenzhen. I
was staying at the company accommodation at the time, and my flight to Shenzhen was quite late. I rushed to catch what was probably the last bus. Looking at the bustling city outside the window, I felt a sense of loneliness. This city was both strange and familiar, and I would soon be lost in it. Even if I disappeared, perhaps no one would care. In short, I felt a sense of desolation at that moment.
My phone beeped, notifying me of a text message. I opened it and saw it was from him, very brief: "Back in Shenzhen?" Lately, this has been the most frequent question I've received. After all, when my emotions haven't settled, I really want to talk to someone, even if it's just a text. So I replied with a longer message than usual: "I'm back in Shenzhen, just got off the plane." "When are you free?" Since I'm alone in Shenzhen anyway, it doesn't really matter to me. But suddenly, I felt a little wary. Could this be a scam? Then I felt a bit self-deprecating; I was overthinking things. First, I don't have much money; why would someone go to so much trouble to contact me? Second, based on our interactions, it seemed unlikely. I felt a little relieved.
Perhaps the closer we are, the more panicked I become. Unlike when I was in Xi'an, which is relatively far away, or online, where we're not physically connected, I could chat freely without restraint. When faced with real issues, or at the moment of impending confrontation, there's always a sense of anxiety. "Anxiety" is probably the more accurate word to describe my feelings at that time.

For the next two weeks, I was back to the hustle and bustle of work, but I had relatively more free time, so I sometimes went online and chatted. I didn't think about this matter too much, perhaps intentionally suppressing it; in any case, I didn't want to think about it too much.

Finally, one Saturday, while I was bored, I received another text from him, asking if I was free the next day. It was like a fire that had been suppressed by a lid; suddenly, the lid was lifted, and the flames shot up, surprisingly high. After a brief hesitation, I agreed to meet them over the weekend, agreeing to see if it was a good fit first, and not to force it if it wasn't. Of course, before this, we had only seen each other's photos, but photos and reality are quite different. After agreeing on the time and place, I began to mentally prepare for the meeting the next day.

We agreed to meet in front of a bank. Shenzhen is a long, narrow city, and we were in opposite directions, one to the east and one to the west, so I wasn't familiar with their area. Around 2 PM, I called them. They asked where I was, and I said in front of the bank. Later, I realized they had been observing me. Perhaps this is a common problem with the internet—a sense of unease about everything.

Finally, perhaps after we were verified, my phone rang. They told me the car's location, so I went to it. The two of them were sitting in the front, and I naturally opened the back door. I was a little distracted and didn't consciously observe them further, but our eyes still met occasionally. The man looked handsome, wearing a white tracksuit, while the woman was more casual, slightly plump, and not very tall.
We drove around the crowded streets for a while, and then he asked for my opinion: should we go to the beach or go to his house? He told me his son wasn't home that day, and his house was convenient. This trust made me feel a little uneasy in my haste, but I told him it was up to him, and I was fine with it. Perhaps this was their unspoken agreement, signifying mutual acceptance.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the residential complex, the security guard collected the parking card. They lived in a multi-story building; the complex wasn't large, and they were on the third floor. Halfway up the stairs, I followed behind them, perhaps still a little dazed, perhaps still harboring some doubts. In short, my heart was—or rather, trembling, not pounding.

The living room wasn't large; their wedding photo hung neatly on the wall. Facing the television was a long sofa, and next to it was a smaller one—furnished much like a typical family home. I felt somewhat awkward, being in a stranger's home, and about to be naked in front of this unfamiliar woman—it seemed unbelievable to me. He seemed to sense my feelings, considerately greeting me, and the woman, unlike her quiet self in the car, also began to greet me.

I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. I can't remember anything about what was on afterward; maybe the noise was just enough to keep the silence from ruining the atmosphere. He then sat down on the short sofa, casually greeting his wife as he did so. She obediently sat next to me, though a bit far away.

We chatted casually, but my brain was already racing. I had no idea what would happen next.

Perhaps sensing the awkwardness, he reminded his wife, "You two should sit closer. Why are you so far apart?"

He then moved closer to me, and I could smell her scent, but I didn't know what to do. He casually remarked, "Your older sister is very slim. Don't you want to touch her?"

I had been holding back for so long, and perhaps this was just the prelude. Finally, I was about to face everything that was about to happen. At this moment, I actually relaxed, so I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, and my hand was already inside her clothes. It felt so good. The moment I slipped my hand inside her bra, I was already a little reckless. He was quietly admiring her from the other side. Perhaps he couldn't resist, so he sat down on her other side and pulled up her clothes. I saw two throbbing, hot mounds and felt her breathing. I pressed my lips to hers.

"Let's take a shower first," Cantonese people call taking a shower "taking a shower." "You two go first," he said, sounding somewhat solicitous. She obediently followed me. The bathroom was small, so all the undressing took place there. She saw my erection and pointed the showerhead at my shoulder. Water cascaded down my chest like a curtain of water. As the shower gel covered my body, I couldn't help but hug her, kissing her eagerly. She also deliberately washed my genitals. I remained erect.

Finally, we finished showering, dried ourselves, and went into the bedroom first, still wearing towels. She skillfully pulled the blanket over her body, while I stood by the bed, unable to resist slowly pulling back the extra blanket. There was air conditioning, but I still felt very hot.

He went in to shower after we came out, and by then she was already docilely beneath me. My tongue wandered over her breasts, and when he came in, she was already moaning. Although she knew this was going to happen, she tried to stop her breathing when he came in, and his encouraging look instantly sent her into a dreamlike state. We each explored one side of her body with our mouths, searching for her sensitive spots. As I explored, I slid between her legs, and I could feel her trembling.

"Should you go first or me?" he asked. "You go first," I replied. Although I was somewhat eager, I still felt he should go first, so as he entered me, I placed my hands and mouth on her breasts. She was already somewhat frenzied. He finished

quickly, which was something I didn't want to see. In my mind, he should be the protagonist of this game, so I felt a little embarrassed when he finished. If I could use the word "sacrifice," at that moment I felt I would rather sacrifice myself.

She didn't seem to mind, and he encouraged me again. So, after she came out of the bathroom again, I began my frenzied entry. You could say she was a protagonist in this game, perhaps the ultimate goal was hers. She screamed so loudly that he came over to check if the window was closed properly and also told her to be a little quieter. After nearly an hour of riding, with a scream from her, I collapsed, exhausted.

It was getting late, and since I had to work the next day, and it was getting dark, and I wasn't familiar with the area, and perhaps because I made a good impression on them, they decided to take me home.

We went to a restaurant first; it was crowded. We found a relatively secluded spot to sit. Perhaps because I was in a public place, I started to relax a bit, and I began to observe them. From their casual conversation, I could sense their affection, and from their words, I could feel the wife's attachment to her husband and the husband's love for his wife. I felt a little envious.

I hadn't drunk much alcohol since coming from the north, but under their hospitality, I opened a bottle of beer—Old Kingway, a relatively local Shenzhen beer. There was probably one bottle. Since it wasn't a drinking party, I usually restrain myself.

When we arrived, they sat in the front. Because it was a long way to get back, they hesitated about where to sit by the car. Maybe they were worried I'd be lonely sitting alone in the back, or maybe they wanted to give me and her a better chance to talk. Anyway, they let her sit with me in the back.

The car sped along the coastal highway, and I started to reminisce about everything that happened that afternoon under the bright neon lights of the night. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I naturally put my hand on her leg, and she did the same. In our unconscious movements, we started exploring each other's private parts again. Finally, she pulled down my pants. I lifted my buttocks slightly, and seeing that I was standing straight up, she buried her mouth in my crotch. All of this was under the watchful eye of the rearview mirror. Finally, I made a move and pulled her lower body down. In the cramped space, she crouched down and sat on my lap, and naturally, her curves met at the center. It was a two-way street, so I didn't have to worry about oncoming cars, but some cars always drove very fast. I didn't know if the person overtaking me would see what was happening inside the car, but I didn't care anymore. All I could do was pull up her clothes and search everywhere with my mouth. She screamed wildly again, and the alcohol made me reckless. I started screaming wildly too. We only stopped at the tollbooth, and once we passed it, we started doing the same thing again. This action might never get old. I remember that a car ride used to take at least an hour and a half, but that time it felt very short. Maybe the exciting moments are always too short. Finally, after holding back for a long time, on a relatively dark road, I pushed her down onto the back seat of the car and ejaculated inside her.
For the next week, I lived in a state of inner conflict. He kept texting, basically hoping that we could be together again sometime. As for me, I doubted whether what I was doing was against my conscience. After all, it's hard for me to break free from traditional morality so easily. Two weeks later, I replied: This isn't good. Let's not do this anymore. I could sense that they were both disappointed, but I knew they were good people, so I wasn't worried.
This matter has been weighing on my mind for a long time. Perhaps only by speaking it out will I feel relieved. I have no other intention than to hope that the couple can live a good life, and I also hope that everyone reading this article on the forum will have their wishes fulfilled.
[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/169613.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=169613&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Xiangyang War Chronicles] Chapter 10

Next Page : Battle of Sex

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

3P at someone else's house

comment Open a new window to view comments