Life is like a great river

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Life is like a great river, sometimes calm, sometimes raging; reality is like a shackle, trapping me, unable to break free. This mysterious life is sharp as a knife, wounding me time and time again. I know the kind of happiness I seek lies in that higher sky. -------The most beautiful experience I've had in my threesomes.
One afternoon in November 2007, at 2 PM, I sat at a teahouse in a coastal city in southern China, sipping tea and waiting for a couple, L, to arrive. We had chatted beforehand on QQ and seen each other's photos, but we hadn't video chatted. After about 15 minutes, I saw a couple walking hand in hand. I knew it was them, so I stood up and waved to them. We quickly confirmed it was them. After they sat down, I carefully observed them. The husband was 30 years old, 1.77 meters tall, handsome and refined; the wife was 25 years old, 1.63 meters tall, with a beautiful and graceful figure. The only flaw was a scar between her eyebrows and on her nose. Overall, they were a perfect match. The thought of spending time with such a wonderful woman as L's wife made my heart race.
Mr. L was quite talkative, and we chatted about tea ceremony and teapots. Mrs. L nestled beside her husband, looking at us with alluring eyes as she spoke. She didn't say much, and the way she smoothed her long, straight hair made my heart flutter. After chatting for a while, Mrs. L went to the restroom. During this time, Mr. L mentioned that his wife enjoys swimming, even in winter, and is in excellent health and has a great figure. Regarding the upcoming threesome, I suggested that I could have sex with Mrs. L first before joining them for the threesome, and Mr. L generously agreed. After Mrs. L arrived, we went to a four-star hotel. My friend, who had a long-term lease on the hotel but didn't stay there often, had already given me the room key.
The hotel room was a suite. To the right of the entrance was the bathroom; in the middle was a large living room with a coffee table and a sofa set, perfect for making tea; to the left was a spacious bedroom with a large executive desk and chair. After we entered the room, my husband sat on the sofa and made tea while my wife and I went to take a shower.
In the bright and airy bathroom, L's wife slowly undressed, telling me she didn't like oral sex. I felt a little disappointed and doubtful, wondering if she would feel better during sex. Once naked, L's wife's beautiful figure was revealed: a slender waist, graceful and languid; alluring buttocks, tempting and alluring. She put on a shower cap, explaining she had already washed her hair. I also undressed and stood with her under the showerhead. The rapid jet of water cascaded down on us. L's wife had sparse pubic hair, and her labia were smooth and glossy, like a thin slit. Gazing at her alluring body, I was already erect. I told L's wife to turn around and stand facing the wall, her buttocks towards me, hands on the wall for support. L's wife laughed and asked, "Why?" But I did as she said. I directly inserted my penis into L's vagina. The first thrust felt incredibly tight; after withdrawing and thrusting again, I immediately felt a gush of fluid from her vagina, very lubricated—a rare and exquisite vagina. I explained to L's wife that I really liked this position; from behind I could caress her buttocks and waist, and from the front I could touch her breasts and genitals. I could even have her turn around and kiss me. As I spoke, I turned L's wife's face and kissed her. We changed positions, with L's wife facing away from the wall. I stood opposite her, lifted her left leg and placed it on my right arm, then inserted myself into her vagina while thrusting, kneading her round, upturned buttocks with both hands. L's beautiful buttocks, from frequent swimming, were incredibly elastic and irresistible. Looking at L's beautiful wife before me, I leaned in and kissed her. L's wife offered her tongue, her fragrant tongue as smooth and moist as a serpent. My senses were enveloped in layers of mist, unsure whether I was in a dream or reality. As I thrust, I asked L's wife if she knew the furthest distance in the world. She smiled and said she didn't know. What was it? I said, "The furthest distance isn't between life and death, but between someone who loves you standing right in front of you, and you not knowing they love you." L's wife smiled and told me to cherish the present. I had L's wife sit on the marble washbasin, legs spread wide. I stood and penetrated her; her body was fully open. I held her waist, kissed her, and thrust my penis in and out. After a while, I pulled out, took a shower with L's wife, and prepared to continue in the suite.
L's wife removed her shower cap, letting her straight hair fall loose. She wrapped a bath towel around her body and walked barefoot into the living room, going straight to her husband. They exchanged a few words in the local language. Then, she turned and bent over. L's husband pulled up the towel, revealing his wife's round, smooth buttocks. He touched her buttocks a few times, then inserted his finger into her vagina and probed it a few times. When he withdrew his finger, he saw a thin, viscous liquid being drawn out. L's wife straightened up, turned back, smiled, and went into the suite with me, closing the door behind them. L's wife's seductive smile was so alluring that it made me lose my mind.
I had L's wife sit on the executive desk with her legs spread apart, and I knelt down to lick her vagina. Since we had already penetrated, I went straight to licking her clitoris. I told L's wife that I would stop when she couldn't take it anymore and then we could have sex again. L's wife's labia were pink, smooth, and symmetrical. Her pink clitoris was full and engorged with blood. I gently rubbed it with the tip of my tongue, and L's wife's delicate body trembled in waves. L's wife couldn't take it anymore. I had L's wife lie flat on the executive desk with her thighs spread apart. I held her legs and thrust into L's wife upright. Her hair was scattered on the executive desk, her eyes were glazed and rosy, and her breathing was rapid. It was like a crescent moon peeking out from under her shoulders, a dark cloud piled on the desk. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I immediately stopped and opened the door. L's husband came in with a camera and told me to continue. He took a few pictures and then went out again.
I had L's wife kneel on the executive chair and penetrated her from behind. I asked her what position she liked. She said this position, adding that her husband didn't use as many positions as they did now, usually the missionary position. I said I didn't like that position; it felt a bit like rape, and that's what rapists do—it's disrespectful to women. L's wife laughed and said I liked to be unconventional and was a bad guy. I had L's wife sit on the executive chair, face up, and raise her legs to the armrests. I bent over and penetrated her. L's wife said I was very skilled at it, and I replied that it was like meeting a worthy opponent.
We made love standing against the wall, lying on the carpet, trying every position imaginable. My husband came in a few times to take pictures. My penis would sometimes soften from the interruptions, but L's wife showed off her excellent hand skills, stroking me for a while, and I became rock hard again and continued the fight. Finally, we lay on the bed and tried five different positions. When we were doing rear-entry, my husband came in again because we weren't finishing. I told L's husband, "It's almost time to climax!" After he withdrew, I thrust a few times, then had L's wife stand facing the wall, her hands raised for support. I entered from behind, and after a rapid series of thrusts, I suddenly felt L's vagina contracting, followed by a warm gush. L's face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid. Seeing this, I knew L's wife had experienced that exquisite feeling, and I couldn't help but release my semen inside her vagina. I helped L's wife stand against the wall, holding her tightly, and then went to take a shower.
After showering and getting dressed, I sat on the sofa in the living room. My wife, L, was in my arms, her face flushed and her eyes shining. A little while later, while my husband went to the bathroom, I leaned close to L's ear and asked, "Did you feel good just now?" L nodded. I then asked if she had an orgasm. L's face turned bright red, and she said yes. Looking at the time, more than an hour had passed, and it was getting dark. I called the restaurant downstairs and ordered three servings of seafood noodles. Eating the seafood noodles after such intense exercise made me feel refreshed.
After dinner, we drank tea for a while. My husband and his wife went to take a shower together and then went into the suite. After showering, I went in to rinse off and then came to the suite as well. The L couple were already on the bed. The husband was pressing his wife down and thrusting into her. L's wife had her two long, white legs wrapped around her husband's waist. The husband was kissing his wife while he was thrusting into her. He gestured for me to join him, so I went up and caressed L's wife's breasts. Because she swam every day, her breasts were very elastic and bounced up and down from the friction and stimulation of the water. After a while, the husband took over and I went up to her. I stood by the bed and thrust into her again. L's wife's vagina was still so wet and tight, it felt very comfortable. My husband watched my penis thrusting in and out of his wife's vagina, and a bittersweet expression appeared on his face. Perhaps this is the feeling of both love and hate that comes with a threesome.
L's wife appeared agile and energetic, skillfully using her hands and vagina to control her movements. My favorite type of woman is one who is as still as a virgin off the bed, yet as agile as a rabbit in bed, both dignified and alluring. L's wife is such a woman: kind-hearted, good-tempered, beautiful, with a great figure, skilled in bed, and possessing a truly exceptional genital. She's irresistible! After changing positions several times, amidst L's loud moans, my husband ejaculated first, and a little while later, I followed suit. Our eyes were hazy with desire, fine beads of sweat glistening on our skin; our breasts swayed, and drops of moisture flowed from our hearts.
The L couple had to go home first, and I had to leave too. Leaving the hotel, I waved goodbye, got into a taxi, and a song was playing: "Life is like a great river, sometimes calm, sometimes raging; reality is like a shackle, binding me, unable to break free—always flying, always searching, but I find I can't find it. If I truly want liberation, I must first shred this web I've been caught in—"

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