On a rainy day, holding your hand

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On rainy days, I love holding your hand. I am Rainy Day. One autumn day last year, it was drizzling when I met Ying, who was on a business trip from Hunan. We've known each other for ten years, but we rarely meet. Most of our time is spent on the phone and email, chatting and exchanging greetings. Ying is a very good and kind woman. To be honest, she's not particularly pretty, but she has a full figure, long hair (which I love), gentleness (which I love), understanding (which I love), and a feminine charm (which I love). We met by chance due to unhappiness in our marriages, and naturally became husband and wife. Now she's like family to me, and I affectionately call her "Little Sister." Our desires are both very strong. We enjoy the beautiful things in life together. I describe many novel things I find online, especially about sex between men and women, stimulating our curiosity. This time, she came to see me and accompanied me to meet Yong and Qian, a married couple.
Finally, I picked up Ying, arranged a hotel, and after putting my things down, I gave her a deep, deep kiss... still that captivating scent, intoxicating, mesmerizing, mesmerizing. I couldn't wait to thrust into her, waves of pleasure washing over me, before slowly unhooking her bra, kissing the breasts I'd longed for, sucking on her tiny nipples and areolas. Ying loved it when I parted her legs, straddled me, and pressed my head against her chest, bobbing up and down. I would playfully lift her hips, bouncing her up and down. With the woman I love, every position is my favorite. I especially love constantly caressing and kneading her breasts; I love watching a woman's feelings and expressions during sex—it's a primal, feminine experience. From the bed to the carpet, by the window, on the table, the sofa—these were all places we could let loose. The quiet after passion was indispensable. Standing in the misty steam, the gentle flow of water massaged our heated bodies. Ying loved it when I reached behind her, wrapping my arms around her armpits, pressing against her chest. She'd tilt her head and kiss me repeatedly. I teased her nipples, lightly stroking her clitoris. She moaned softly, turning and leaning down to savor my taste, feeling my manhood enveloped in the warmth of her mouth. I quickly lifted Ying up and thrust into her from behind. She cried out joyfully, "Husband, husband!" loudly, "Ah ...
Dinner was at Yong and Qian's house; they had specially prepared a welcome dinner for Ying. Thank you. This couple's personalities are very similar to ours. Ying and I arranged everything based on her trust in me, but I always kept Ying informed of the progress. This was our first time meeting in person. I had communicated with them for a long time beforehand, and only agreed to let Ying come to meet everyone because I felt it was a good fit. Of course, there will inevitably be some differences when you actually meet. A word of advice: if you don't feel a connection or your feelings aren't as good as you expected, don't force it. They prepared a very thoughtful dinner; there weren't many dishes, but they were all delicious. Everyone felt like long-lost friends. I even cooked a dish to show off my skills. The three of them drank red wine, while I prefer a little white wine. We toasted each other and offered blessings. Soon, the two ladies' faces subtly flushed, partly due to the alcohol, but I think it was also because of their anticipation. I'm not someone who likes to put on a show. Since everyone was involved, I hoped everyone would feel like a protagonist, especially the men who should be considerate and caring towards their wives. Laughing happily, I looked at Qian, and thought to myself. I hugged Ying, stroking her flushed face, nuzzling her hair, and occasionally kissing her. I like to take the initiative; I like to be proactive in everything I do, including work. I kissed Ying's earlobe, and she grew softer and softer, snuggling into my arms, making me want to kiss her even more. She took off her coat, revealing a thin, round-necked blouse. I caressed her breasts through it, occasionally slipping my hand under the blouse, subtly lifting it up so that Liang and Qian, who were also kissing, could see Ying's black bra and her smooth cleavage. Ying was very understanding, cooperating and enjoying my kisses even more. I would also occasionally observe Qian; the collar of her purple sweater t-shirt was already unbuttoned, and Liang had slipped his hand under it... He was probably caressing her breasts too. Qian nestled in her husband's arms like a lamb, breathing heavily... I kissed Ying deeply and whispered, "I'm coming over. Let her go." I walked up to them, and in front of Ying, I rubbed Qian's earlobe with my fingers. Qian trembled slightly, and I immediately kissed her eyes. Liang generously released her and pulled her into my arms. I hugged Qian, bit her nose, and kissed her lips. With a moan from her, I simultaneously heard another familiar moan—Ying's. He held Ying tightly, lifting up the clothes she had just put down, supporting her bra, and unhooking it, completely exposing her. Liang silenced her with a kiss, and his hands gripped her breasts tightly. As the moans grew stronger, Liang lifted Ying up, and they went to the bedroom. I could clearly hear Ying's moans rising and falling. I hoped she was enjoying herself. I picked Qian up and leaned her against the sofa. I like to slowly undress a woman, especially her bra and panties. I like to savor and gently kiss Qian's increasingly hot body. Her body writhed under my teasing. I kept her holding my penis; she seemed to enjoy it, especially when I kissed her sensitive spots and inserted my fingers in and out of her vagina. She willingly opened her body for me, raising one leg and placing it on the back of the sofa, guiding me into her. I reached down and lifted her tightly, beginning to thrust deeply. The room was filled with a feeling of pleasure, the scent of sexual bliss…
When Liang brought Ying out, they were both only wearing underwear. I was still passionately making love with Qian when Ying quietly hugged me from behind. I kissed her back; she was so wonderful. Her breasts were pressed tightly against my back, touching my buttocks. I could feel her thrusting for me. Did it feel good? Ying nodded generously yet shyly. I continued to penetrate her while touching Qian's breasts. I freed my hands to embrace Ying and kissed her passionately, then caressed her breasts again. My hands wandered between the different breasts of the two different women. Liang bent down and lovingly kissed Qian's lips. I was still with Ying, my body trembling.
Ying and Liang went to the bathhouse, and perhaps they were intimate again. After they came out, I took Qian inside, and we did it again. After everyone got dressed, made tea, and rested for a while, we left Liang and Qian's house.
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