The elderly professor and his wife 01

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Foreword: Why am I writing this for you? I
've been in this circle for a long time now, and I've read many posts from experts before. I can generally tell whether they're real or just wishful thinking. I have to say, there are talented people here, and they're master-level talents. A while ago, I was too busy with work and exhausted. When I wanted to relax, I happened to meet a friend named 0546. He said he also wanted to write about his experiences in this circle over the years. Time flies by so fast, and it's still not too late to recall them, otherwise they'll really be forgotten. I will seriously recall them and only write about the truth, not fiction. If you happen to see this, consider it a game of truth or dare between us. I'll start with the most memorable moments, not in chronological order...
Part 1: The Professor Couple I Exercised With in the Morning (Part 1)
This experience marked the beginning of my alternative life. In 1998, I was studying at a prestigious university in JN, the capital city of Jiangsu Province. In September of that year, with a naive and overconfident heart, I found a job that I thought had a promising future and rented an apartment to be close to work. By then, my college girlfriend had returned to her hometown in Jiangsu, and our relationship had come to an end. I lived in a rented apartment for a week. One day, I woke up early and happened to see a group of people in the nearby park starting to teach Tai Chi from scratch. It was free, purely for enthusiasts. I was bored, so I stood behind a group of elderly people and started practicing. A week later, I had basically mastered the 24-form Tai Chi, and even looked quite good, frequently receiving praise from the instructor. My story unfolded during this time. A couple who looked like intellectuals were always next to me in the line, and we would practice together. Of course, because I was younger, I remembered the movements more accurately, so I mainly taught them. After a little over a month, the people practicing Tai Chi had become familiar with each other, joking and greeting each other. I especially got along very well with this couple. During our conversations, I learned about their situation. The woman was 55 years old and worked in the library of another university; the man was 59, also at the same university, an associate professor, and they had a daughter studying in the United States. Seeing that I was single, they thought I was a good person and gradually invited me to their home for meals. They would cook fish, make dumplings, and always let me know in advance if they had anything delicious to eat. I was happy to go; after all, I got paid and didn't have to worry about going empty-handed. I would always bring something—sometimes vegetables, sometimes wine, sometimes ribs, or even a potted plant. This went on until the heating came on that year, and we were practically family. Up until then, I hadn't had any impure thoughts. Then one day, about a week before the heating came on, it was a cold weekend. I ate dumplings at home and drank some of the wine I had bought. After dinner, we chatted for a while, and the uncle said, "It's the weekend tomorrow, it's cold, don't go back. There's an empty room at home." I thought, "I won't be polite." After deciding to stay, the uncle said, "Let's have some more drinks," and went to the kitchen to make a side dish. We continued drinking, and as we drank, the uncle asked, "Your girlfriend isn't around, and you're so young and energetic, what about that aspect?"
I said, "Let's watch DVDs, and masturbate."
The older man replied, "Actually, watching DVDs is normal. We're older, we watch them too.
I'd be surprised if you brought one over to watch with us sometime, but I felt I shouldn't seem so naive, it would be beneath me." I said, "Okay, how about you watch yours first? As long as your wife doesn't scold me."
The older man said, "After she falls asleep."
A little while later, his wife fell asleep. The older man actually put on a DVD in the living room. I felt a little awkward between the two men, but I didn't say anything. It was an American orgy DVD. Various skin colors, various ages, the DVD was quite old, and it sputtered a bit sometimes. Even so, it got me all excited, after all, it had been a long time since I'd done it. After a while, the older man asked, "Does watching this make you want to have sex with women?" I said, "Of course I do, I really want women!"
The older man blurted out, "We have some at home, how about your wife?"
I was a little stunned. The older man chimed in, "It's alright, we're more open-minded than you. We've had this idea for years, but never had the chance to try. We trust you completely. If you disagree, don't think we're frivolous. Just think of it as me being a bit drunk. Don't worry about safety, we're very disciplined and have never messed around."
This news was so shocking that I didn't know what to say. I blurted out, "Really? It's possible?" The older man said, "Let's go for it! Give it a try!" Then he pulled me
to the bathroom: "Go take a shower first!" My brain was already racing. I quickly showered, shivering as I came out. The older man glanced at me: "You're very clean, not bad!" Then he led me to the bedroom door: "Come warm up in bed!" Lifting the covers, I was greeted by the fresh scent of shower gel. It turned out the older woman had also showered before bed. The room was dark, and when I touched her warm body, the soft, fragrant flesh instantly captivated my soul. I knew she wasn't asleep, but I didn't say anything. I reached out and hugged her from behind. Her body trembled, and I felt her skin tighten. We held each other like that for a while, motionless, until my body warmed up, and then she relaxed. Neither of us spoke. In the darkness, I pressed my hard penis tightly against her buttocks, caressing her large breasts, her belly, and her pubic hair from behind. Then I moved down to her genitals, my fingertips touching her vulva. Slowly, I inserted a finger inside—warm, lubricated, and seemingly unfathomable. She writhed, clenched, and breathed in response. Then, I rolled over and pressed myself against her. The bedroom door quietly opened, letting in light. The room was no longer dark. I knew he was watching from outside, but I didn't care anymore. In the dim light, I entered her. I had only been with my girlfriend before; she was my second woman. The feeling was so special—so wet, so hot, and with such a strong suction. From the gentle thrusting to the fierce onslaught, then to her kneeling as I entered her from behind, then to the forceful penetration as I lifted her legs to my shoulders, then to her sprinting with her legs wrapped around my waist—I don't know how much time passed. Perhaps because I had drunk a little alcohol earlier, I felt drenched in sweat, yet still throbbing with desire. When she convulsed beneath me again, she finally ejaculated. We didn't speak the entire time; she didn't moan loudly, only breathed heavily. But I could feel that she held me tightly, clearly enjoying this breakthrough. Afterwards, the older man pushed open the door and lay down on the other side of the older woman. It wasn't as awkward as I had imagined; it was like dancing a ballroom dance. We naturally started chatting, the topic being: sex.

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