The second couple we played with

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We chatted on QQ for quite a while.

The difference between this couple and the first couple was that with the first couple, I hadn't contacted the wife beforehand; the husband persuaded her and arranged the meeting. With the second couple, the husband asked me to add his wife on QQ, and I

chatted with her for a while. Her response on QQ was lukewarm. Then one day, there was a typhoon in Guangdong, which happened to be a weekend, so I suggested meeting her, and she actually agreed.

So, I arranged a time and place with her husband, and we discussed the details. Her husband suggested going to a karaoke bar for karaoke and drinks; the music, alcohol, and the dim lighting could create a slightly intimate atmosphere, which I was fine with.

So, on Saturday night, I arrived at a karaoke bar fully prepared. They had already booked a room, so I went straight there. They weren't there yet, so I waited for them in the room. I texted my husband, asking him to have his wife wear a short skirt.

He replied that she refused to wear a short skirt and wore a long skirt instead. A little while later, he said she was wearing a short skirt and high heels instead. I was very surprised and excited.

I waited in the private room for 30 minutes, incredibly excited and thrilled, before they finally arrived. The couple were both very attractive and had great presence. They were classmates, both in their thirties. The husband was 178cm tall, and the wife was around 160cm, with very standard figures. Despite having a child, she wasn't overweight at all, especially her long, straight, white legs—they made my mouth water.

Then we sang karaoke and drank together. There were three of us; the husband and I sat on either side, and the wife in the middle.

The husband and I chatted casually, catching up on each other's lives, while the wife sang, occasionally chiming in. I rarely go to karaoke because I'm a bad singer and quite shy, but at this point, I had to bite the bullet and sing.

Then they asked me to play dice, and I said I didn't know how. They looked surprised and said, "There are people who don't know how to play dice at this hour? Looks like you rarely go to nightclubs!"

Then they had the wife teach me. I sat next to her, pretending to patiently listen to her explanation, but my mind was elsewhere. Smelling the wife's fragrance, my mind was filled with fantasies about her.

After playing for a while, we got tired of singing and drank quite a bit. I kept toasting the married woman, and her husband got up to go to the restroom, leaving me and her in the private room. The atmosphere became awkward and ambiguous, and I didn't dare to do anything inappropriate, afraid she would be offended.

After a while, I received a text message on my phone from her husband, asking how I was doing. I said I was still singing and drinking, nothing special.

He then told me to sit closer and have some physical contact, so I put down my phone and sat closer, then picked up a glass of wine and downed it. After a while, I pretended to say that I had drunk a little too much and was dizzy (actually, I have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, and this amount of alcohol was no problem for me), and casually leaned my head on her shoulder. She didn't move and continued singing.

Seeing that she didn't resist, I became bolder. I slowly raised my hand and put it around her waist. She still didn't seem to mind, so I knew I had nothing to worry about. She had accepted playing like this, but I couldn't rush it. So I wasn't afraid anymore. After holding her for a while, my hand slowly slid down and placed on her breast. I gently pinched it through her skirt

while she continued singing. Pretending to be calm

, I gradually sped up and increased the intensity of my movements. I also placed my other hand on her thigh, touching her smooth thigh, and then slipped it under her skirt, touching her private area. Even through the fabric, I could feel the warmth and moisture. I teased her vulva through the fabric, and her thighs naturally opened.

My mouth wasn't idle either; I sniffed her neck. The perfume smelled so good. Finally, I kissed her directly. She closed her eyes and instinctively leaned back a little, but she didn't turn her head or dodge. It was the first time she had accepted a stranger's French kiss.

I was French kissing her, one hand around her waist, the other groping her vulva under her skirt. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, her body stiff. It was a very intense scene—a respectable married woman being flirted with and played with by a stranger in a karaoke bar for the first time. The dual stimulation, both psychological and physical, and the clash of ethics and morality, was incredibly exciting. It was

also the first time I'd ever experienced something so explicit in a karaoke bar, and it was very shocking and memorable. The scenes I usually only saw in adult videos were actually happening to me; I felt incredibly lucky.

Finally, I pushed her down onto the sofa, grabbed her legs, and lifted them up. Her skirt was already short, and when she lay down and lifted her legs, her entire lower body was exposed. The skirt went all the way up to her waist. She was wearing a tight, black bra, except for the vulva area, the rest was openwork. It seemed she had come prepared, which was very exciting. I lifted her legs, spread them apart with my hand, and started licking her vulva. It was full and plump, truly a masterpiece.

Although she said no, she didn't resist at all; she cooperated. This is all my true experience, without any embellishment.

After playing for a while, her husband came back, but I didn't stop and continued playing with his wife. He took out his phone to take pictures and videos, recording this precious first time.

We played for another ten minutes or so before I stopped and said to her husband, "Let's go to a hotel. This is a karaoke bar, after all; we don't want people filming us and uploading it online or reporting us." He agreed.

I immediately got up to pay the bill, but the waiter told me it had already been paid. They were really polite.

I felt embarrassed; I'd been playing with someone's wife, and they hadn't even paid for the karaoke.

We left the karaoke bar separately. They went straight to a hotel, and I went to a nearby convenience store to buy beer and playing cards, because her husband suggested we continue playing cards and drinking at the hotel.

Upon entering the hotel room, my wife was watching TV, while my husband and I sat on another sofa, drinking and engaging in awkward conversation. As we talked, her husband gestured for her to come and sit with us, and she obediently came over. Having had my experience at the karaoke bar, I was much bolder. As soon as she sat down, I leaned in and kissed her passionately. She didn't resist, and I quickly pinned her down.

She lay on the sofa, letting me play with her body. After kissing and flirting for a while, I took off my own clothes, put on a condom, and prepared to penetrate her, but I didn't take off her clothes because she was wearing a short skirt, making it easy. I spread her legs slightly apart. I was about to insert it when she suddenly struggled, saying no, she didn't want this

. She said no when it was almost too late. I hesitated, looking at her husband. He gestured for me to continue, not to stop. With his permission, I had no more reservations. I grabbed her legs and lifted them high, ready to force myself on her. She kept struggling, making it difficult to penetrate. It turns out, rape isn't easy either. Seeing this, her husband came over and helped me hold her hands, pressing her down so I could penetrate her. The scene was incredibly arousing—a husband holding his struggling wife while a stranger penetrated his private parts right in front of him.

How could a weak woman resist two grown men? I finally penetrated his wife, right in front of her husband.

After penetration, she stopped struggling, so I just kept my head down and continued. Suddenly, she started crying. I was stunned. I've always been a well-behaved, honest person, never done anything wrong, and always gentle and considerate towards women. Now, I'd raped a woman until she cried. Although I was physically aroused, my conscience was pounding, like I'd done something terrible. I stopped and couldn't continue. She lay there crying for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom. Her husband and I were left there. He said, "Let's stop here for now; we were probably too hasty." I apologized.

When she came out of the bathroom, she said she wanted to go home, so her husband got up and headed for the door. I quickly got dressed and offered to take them home. They had walked; they hadn't driven. I had driven, but it was 3 or 4 in the morning, and it was hard to get a taxi. Walking wasn't safe either.

However, her husband refused, saying it wasn't necessary and that their home was very close, and they could walk back. I insisted on taking him back several times because I felt bad about making things like this, and I felt even worse about making the couple walk back like this. But he still refused to let me take him back, I don't know if it was because he was afraid of his home address information being leaked or for some other reason, so I couldn't insist anymore. That's how my first meeting with this couple ended.

After returning home, I felt there was no going back with them. Things had gotten so bad; I figured they'd probably delete me from their QQ friend list. But I still felt bad and wanted another chance. The married woman was really beautiful, and I liked her a lot. So, before they deleted me, I quickly sent her a message saying I was sorry for being so rough and hoped I hadn't hurt her.

To my surprise, she replied quickly, telling me to drive carefully. She wasn't angry or annoyed with me. Maybe it was because it was the first time she'd been violated by a strange man in front of her husband, and she might not have been able to overcome her moral conscience; she wasn't completely open-minded yet.

So, we kept in touch for a while, and then her husband invited me over again. Of course, I was very happy to accept. This time, he suggested I prepare a small gift for her, which I thought was appropriate. In the past, when I was dating married couples, I always immediately deleted them when asked for gifts, hotel fees, or "earnest money" for dates—it was too obvious a bait. However, this couple had met before, and I had verified their character, so I had no reservations. (Here, I also want to remind all single men not to be too hasty and blinded by lust, as they are easily deceived.) So, I discussed it with her husband for a long time and finally decided to give her a pair of high heels.

Choosing a gift is always a headache, but choosing a gift for someone else's wife is even more of a headache. I had a serious case of decision paralysis and didn't know her aesthetic preferences. In the end, based on the style and color of the high heels she wore when we first met, I roughly chose a similar pair for her. I don't know if she'll like them. On the night we were supposed to meet, I also went to a jewelry store and bought her a platinum bracelet, and then booked an executive suite at the best hotel in town.

After careful preparation, my husband texted me to pick them up. I arrived at the meeting place quickly. It was our second meeting, and she looked even more beautiful than before—truly stunning. I felt so lucky to have met such a wonderful couple. Her husband said he would drop her off at the hotel while he went up first, and she would show me around the city. So, like a couple, we drove around the city, then strolled hand-in-hand along a seaside promenade, chatting for a while. In the car, I took out the bracelet and shoes I had prepared and gave them to her. She seemed a little embarrassed, but I said it was nothing, just a small token. I helped her put on her shoes and the bracelet, then leaned in and kissed her, my hands roaming freely over her thigh. Just like the first time, she stiffened, responding to my caresses. After a while, I said, "Shall we go to the hotel?" She nodded and said yes, so I drove straight to the hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel room, I knocked on the door. Her husband quickly opened it, and she went straight into the bedroom. I chatted with my husband in the living room for a while before going into the bedroom as well. She was still quite nervous, sitting on the bed pretending to play on her phone to cover up the awkward atmosphere. I sat closer to her and asked what she was looking at. She said nothing, then shifted slightly, causing her skirt to ride up a little, revealing her long, white legs. She immediately pulled it down. Despite everything she'd been through, she was still so shy—a very virtuous wife.

I sat next to her watching her play on her phone. After a while, I hugged her and kissed her. She immediately put down her phone and closed her eyes. I gently laid her down, kissing and caressing her from head to toe, then slowly removed her skirt and underwear. It was the first time I'd seen her completely naked; her figure was very well-proportioned and snow-white. I couldn't wait any longer, so I put on a condom, parted her legs, and penetrated her.

This time, she offered no resistance or emotion, simply letting me penetrate her quietly. As time went on, her moans grew louder.

This time, I was exceptionally vigorous. We used the most traditional missionary position, thrusting relentlessly like a pile driver for twenty or thirty minutes. I was covered in sweat, which dripped onto her. But I didn't feel like ejaculating. Later, when she did, I stopped, held her, and lay there resting for a while before continuing. This went on all night. I didn't ejaculate, maintaining my stamina because I was afraid that if I ejaculated, I wouldn't be able to continue. It wasn't until 4 a.m. that I was completely exhausted and fell asleep. Her husband didn't participate at all; he just stood at the door silently recording with his phone. Actually, I prefer a threesome; it's not as fun alone. But her husband probably enjoyed the process more.

We slept for about an hour, then she got up to shower. I woke up too and came out to the living room. Her husband was lying on the sofa playing on his phone. I told him to go back to sleep, that I could just lie on the sofa, but he said no, no, you and her continue. He even said I was pretty capable, haha, it was the first time someone had praised me for being capable, I felt quite proud.

After a while, she came out of the shower and said she wanted to go home to sleep, but her husband said I hadn't ejaculated yet and asked her to give me oral sex. So she was in the living room, I was sitting on the sofa, and she was on all fours giving me oral sex. This time her husband wasn't idle either, he came over and touched her, his fingers digging into her vagina, very vigorously, making a splashing sound. She was giving me oral sex while her husband was digging into her vagina, the scene was very stimulating, but I still didn't ejaculate. After a while, I said she was too tired and should go home to rest. Actually, I was a little tired too. They got dressed and went home, it was almost dawn by then, and our second date ended there.

After some time, her husband suddenly told me he wanted to find another single man for a foursome. My heart sank; I felt terrible. I felt like my beloved woman was going to be shared. Even though I was having sex with other men's wives, I didn't really like sharing my things with others. After these days of interaction, I realized I was treating his wife like my girlfriend. That's when I knew I had to end this relationship. I wasn't right for them, and continuing would be too painful for me. So I found an opportunity to be honest with them. Her husband immediately tried to persuade me to stay, saying he wouldn't look for anyone else for now and hoped I could continue seeing them. But I felt I was starting to fall for his wife, and I was selfish and possessive. Continuing the relationship wouldn't be good for either of us, so I refused his offer. In the end, he was disappointed and deleted me from his friends list. That's how my relationship with the second couple ended completely.

[The End]

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