Beautiful bloom

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A Beautiful Bloom - A Record of Our 3P Journey
The spring of the Year of the Horse was indeed memorable. After about two years of mental preparation, we finally tried our way of having sex, something we had only ever imagined.
Z, a single man in his thirties, is a migrant worker in Beijing, living apart from his wife for extended periods. He seems like a nice guy. Our first meeting was at a coffee shop; he was very thoughtful, running around to buy lilies – quite the charmer for his wife. We chatted for a long time, and I felt quite at ease with him. Afterwards, we parted ways, and my wife and I went to a bar for drinks to relax. The main topic of discussion was whether or not we should have sex. Honestly, we are each other's one and only. Letting go of inhibitions, setting aside ethics and morals, and focusing solely on sex itself is still difficult. Life is short; if you want to, just do it, and be happy.
The pre-holiday period was hectic, and the post-holiday period was also disrupted by numerous other matters. Finally, everyone arranged a time for the gathering on Friday. This week, we planned, rehearsed, and were excited; of course, we even deliberately acted like monks and nuns for a few days. On Friday morning, before getting out of bed, my wife took my hand and said, "Kiss me, tomorrow won't belong to you alone." I almost changed my mind; I felt a pang of sadness for a long time. After settling things at home, my wife got ready, and we set off to welcome this extraordinary evening.
We arrived at the karaoke bar, met up, booked a private room, ordered some drinks, and everything felt like a friendly gathering; the atmosphere was quite relaxed. Karaoke is, of course, my forte, and I sang familiar songs one after another. We frequently raised our glasses, and my wife was already slightly tipsy, the atmosphere tinged with a hint of ambiguity. We sang "In the Rain" together, and I whispered in her ear, "I love you, baby, I hope you can enjoy all this beauty." Afterwards, we kissed passionately. At this moment, Xiao Z and I sat on either side of my wife, and hearing her unusual moans, as planned by Xiao Z and me, he joined in. My heart tightened; I knew we had begun. I felt a pang of unease, but quickly, as my wife became more aroused, we were completely immersed in the moment. I kissed her, gently caressing her, and Xiao Z kissed her too. My wife's body was very fair, her breasts even more alluring. She moaned passionately, her face flushed, shy and charming; I knew she was intoxicated. This was what I wanted. I love you, my baby. I got up to get my phone and took a few photos when I couldn't see their faces clearly, as a memento. My wife was now completely in Xiao Z's arms. He had her legs up and placed them on his knees, one hand gently caressing her beautiful legs accentuated by black stockings, the other around her waist, his head buried in her soft, pink breasts. She tilted her head back, experiencing the caresses of a stranger, feeling his infatuation. I went over and joined in, kissing her to reassure her, to let her know I loved her. I wanted to give her a different feeling, a different life. Since we were in a karaoke bar, we ended things there. I held my wife alone and softly asked her if she felt anything was wrong, if there were any actions she didn't like. She shook her head, shyly nestled beside me. My wife then raised her glass and drank heavily. I knew she was trying to bolster her courage. The karaoke ended, we paid the bill, left, and headed straight for the hotel.
Fearing it would attract the hotel's attention, I decided to let my wife and Xiao Z go up first, since he had booked the hotel. I went to the supermarket to buy some wine, yogurt, and fruit before going upstairs. The fruit shop and supermarket took me almost 20 minutes to buy a bunch of things. I was anxious, wondering what would happen when they went up. Various scenarios flashed through my mind. Because I hadn't discussed this with him beforehand, I was very worried about my wife. A text message came from "Room 1501." As the elevator doors opened, my anxiety intensified. Without me, I didn't know how my wife would react. The door opened, and a scene of eroticism came into view. On a blue chaise lounge, my wife gazed at me with intoxicated eyes, her gaze filled with lust. She was wearing a black lace blouse, a black skirt, black stockings, and a black bra with red butterfly patterns—a sexy Olay outfit. Her hair was slightly disheveled, the buttons of her blouse were undone, her bra had ridden up, and her breasts were partially exposed. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist. Her stockings and panties were gone. My penis immediately became erect. I knew this scene would be unforgettable. I quickly put down my things, sat down, and kissed and caressed my wife. Her lower body was already overflowing with desire, and her soft moans filled my ears—this was my best aphrodisiac. I gave her my weapon, and she kissed and sucked on it. Little Z, now only wearing shorts, was sucking on my wife's toes, calves, and her most sensitive areas beside the chaise lounge. I took out my phone, avoiding her face, and snapped a few pictures. The sucking on her toes was a first for my wife, making her moan softly. I gently picked her up, placed her on the bed, and removed her skirt. My wife murmured for me to put it in, and I thrust my weapon in all the way. My wife's vagina was overflowing with desire, and Little Z grabbed her breasts and caressed them vigorously. Because I was so excited, I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. Afterwards, Little Z put on the condom, and with a soft moan from his wife, I knew she had reached her climax. He thrust powerfully from behind, and since I ejaculated inside first, his semen and his wife's vaginal fluids mixed together, leaving his genitals covered in white foam. His wife continued to suckle. I also caressed her breasts. A vivid erotic scene unfolded before our eyes. It was so stimulating, so exciting. However, due to nervousness, he also succumbed quickly, without reaching orgasm. Perhaps we were both too hasty, too eager to perform, and thus, haste makes waste. He tried again after a while, with the same result. I was the same; I soared for a moment, then descended again in an instant. We continued like this, one on each side, caressing my wife, who held a penis in each hand, gently massaging us. Her face was flushed, shy and alluring—this was what I adored most. Whenever we were together, she would blush terribly whenever she touched my penis. This scenario, which had been simulated countless times, became a reality today, and the level of excitement it brought to her was unimaginable. I held her close, caressing her, while Little Z nestled tightly against my wife beside her, repeatedly saying, "Your skin is so beautiful, so white, I love you so much, you're like a little girl..." My wife was completely immersed in our ocean of love.
I finally got an erection, pulled my wife onto me, and knew that countless times she had seen fireworks, colorful clouds, and shooting stars when she orgasmed on me. I was very strange; why didn't I have such a vision when I orgasmed? She sat on top of me, moving, and then Little Z came over and kissed my wife's breasts and ears—it was so erotic. With extreme stimulation, she quickly orgasmed. I gently patted her, "I love you, baby, okay?" She nodded, "Mmm." That happy smile made me feel completely relieved. All the bitterness and ache from before were gone. Seeing that Little Z couldn't get an erection, he was already snoring. We decided to go home. While I was getting a shower, my wife later told me that as soon as she got up, Little Z pulled her into his arms, sat her on his lap, and said to her, "Don't go, okay?" When I turned back, my wife shyly pushed me back onto the bed again. Little Z was putting on a condom. Since he hadn't orgasmed, I didn't stop him. I went up and kissed my wife, holding her hands down, simulating a rape scenario. Perhaps this stimulated him, for he quickly became aroused as well. He thrust, the sounds of his slapping mingling with his wife's wanton moans, echoing throughout the room. He picked up his phone again, taking close-up photos from behind, to the side, and of her genitals. He had remarkable stamina. After the climax, I handed my wife a towel and whispered, "Take a good wash, I love you."
After getting dressed, we went downstairs and took a taxi home. Once in bed, I asked my wife what we did during the ten minutes or so I was away. She described it to me, and I immediately got an erection; we both had an orgasm. This continued until around 8 a.m. Reflecting on the exciting experience, I realized I had orgasmed three times, and she had five or six. We reached the pinnacle of our sexual encounter. A beautiful blossoming, an unforgettable three-way experience, we shared this moment of pure bliss.
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