Three Miscellaneous Notes in November

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The first couple I contacted was in October. They were a couple in their thirties, both teachers, from my hometown.
I chatted with the husband for a while. He said he'd always wanted his wife to try a massage spa. A few months ago, he'd booked a room and hired a masseuse, but because he was inexperienced and hadn't checked her picture beforehand, he found her to be a thug-like man with smoking and tattoos. His wife refused to go, hiding in the bathroom and refusing to come out. He ended up paying her off. His wife argued with him about it for a long time. After several months of persuasion, she agreed to try it again, but she needed to talk to him first. So, I added her on QQ.

We started with casual conversation. She said she was very introverted and didn't dare interact with men, which was why her husband wanted to take her to try an oil massage spa. However, her first experience made her averse to spas. Then I showed her my picture, which reassured her. She then sent me a photo of herself—a respectable, middle-aged woman. I complimented her on her elegance, but she said it was photoshopped.
I chatted with the couple every now and then. The man didn't want the woman to know we had planned this in advance; he only told her about the massage and oil treatment, leaving any further developments to see how things went. I agreed, saying I'd give her a proper massage the first time, and then tentatively touch her sensitive areas the second time. If there was no objection, we'd move on to more advanced techniques; if there was resistance, we'd just do a proper massage.
I was going back to my hometown in November, so I arranged things with the man beforehand. He chose a hotel, and I booked the room for them. They drove over.
It was already evening when they arrived home. After dinner, the man messaged me saying he'd arrived at the hotel. I told him to wait a moment, as I needed to go to the hospital. I suggested his wife take a shower first.
It was past 9 pm when we left the hospital, and we took a taxi to the hotel. He said he was staying on the second floor. When I got into the elevator, I realized how strange the hotel was—there was no direct elevator to the second floor; you had to go up to the third floor and then walk down a large ramp to the second floor. Would this even pass a fire safety inspection?

After several turns, I found the room, knocked on the door, and the man opened it. He was about my height, and the woman looked a bit fuller than in the photos. We exchanged pleasantries upon entering, but the woman seemed nervous and didn't say anything. I asked, "Sister-in-law, do your shoulders often hurt?" She said they sometimes hurt when she corrected too many assignments. So I casually placed my hand on her shoulder and massaged it a few times, asking, "Is it here? Does it hurt when I massage like this?" She said a little. Then I increased the pressure a bit, and she couldn't take it. Then my brother said, "Be gentle, she can't handle too much pressure." I said okay, and said, "Sister-in-law, lie down, it'll be easier for me to massage. "
The woman lay down face down, and the man excused himself to go wash up.
She was wearing a purple silk nightgown and fishnet stockings. I massaged her through her clothes for a while, and seeing that she seemed to enjoy it, I leaned close to her ear and said, "Sister-in-law, take off your nightgown, I'll try an oil massage." Then she slowly sat up, very embarrassed, covering her face with her left hand and unbuttoning her nightgown with her right. Seeing that she had difficulty using one hand, I went over and slowly helped her take off her clothes, revealing her smooth back. (The massage process is omitted.)
When I massaged her abdomen, I could feel her breathing become heavier, and she kept writhing. I leaned close to her ear and said, "Sister-in-law, can I kiss you?" She whispered that she was a little embarrassed. I wrapped one arm around her head and caressed her labia with the other. I gently pressed my lips to hers, slowly touching them, and she reacted even more strongly. I tentatively inserted the tip of my tongue into her mouth, and she responded with her tongue. As my fingers and tongue intensified their movements, she began to moan. My fingers felt more fluid flowing out. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took off my clothes and put on a condom. The man saw this and said, "Shall we do it now?" I said yes. He said, "Give her a little more massage, squeeze her breasts a little more." The woman then hit him. I massaged her breasts for a while longer. The man said she had lobular hyperplasia and asked me to massage them. Upon palpation, I found the lobules were indeed quite large, but you can't massage lobules; too much massage increases the risk of lesions. I couldn't explain this to him directly, so I just massaged the surrounding area.
After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and got in, putting her legs on my shoulders.
She had a C-section, so the incision was small. With my hands on her legs, I couldn't guide entry and tried several times without success…
Then I looked at her and said, "Sister-in-law, help me." Hearing this, she slapped my face and buried her head in the pillow. I repeated myself, and she said it was too embarrassing…
Finally, I found the right direction and entered. It was wet, warm, and tight inside…
Halfway through, the man put on a condom and said he'd take over, so I withdrew, stroking her back. Perhaps it was too stimulating, because the man withdrew after a short while. He told me to continue and then went to take a shower. The woman covered her head with a towel. I asked, "Sister-in-law, do you want more?" She turned her head and smiled shyly, but didn't speak. I said, "If you don't say anything, does that mean you don't want it?" She still didn't speak, but gripped my hand tightly... I then pressed her down beneath me.
At first, I thrust forcefully with great energy. Since I was worried she might be cold during the initial massage, the air conditioning was set very high. I started sweating, and the sweat dripped onto her body. Seeing this, she first wiped the sweat from my forehead, then, realizing there was too much, she picked up a towel and wiped it for me, asking if I wanted to rest. Her words excited me greatly, and I said I wasn't tired, continuing to move vigorously... At first, her moans were soft. Just before I ejaculated, I asked her if she wanted more. She didn't answer, and then I moved even more frantically. At one point, she seemed to let go, breaking through her psychological defenses, and began to moan uncontrollably. The sound was loud; worried that people outside could hear, I covered her lips...
I hugged her tighter, and she clung to my back, her lower body responding to my thrusts. Finally, we both climaxed...
After pulling out, I kissed her forehead and said I'd go wash up first, and she could lie down for a while. She said okay.
After washing up and getting dressed, I greeted her, saying I was going home. It
was past midnight when I got home
. The second couple I met last Friday night said they owned their own shop, and the wife's shoulders were sore, so they wanted to try it out. We arranged for them to come to my place.
I left around 8 pm and arrived at the designated location at 9:25 pm. He said he had some things to take care of and asked me to wait at the intersection. I said I'd wait until 9:45 pm, and when I arrived, he said he was waiting for his wife to get off work together. I had to wait another 15 minutes. At 10 pm, he said he was heading back and told me to wait at the police station ahead.
At that moment, I thought, isn't this a common scam tactic? Dragging it out and then standing me up... Then I thought, the police station? Is this some kind of entrapment scheme? ...

I waited for a while at the bus stop opposite the police station. It was raining, and a cold wind was blowing, so I started wondering why I was doing this. Was it worth coming all this way and waiting so long? ...
At 10:15, he messaged me asking where I was. I said I was at the bus stop, and he said he was coming and told me not to talk because he had a friend with him. I was shocked. Wow, what's going on here? Is this some kind of pyramid scheme trying to control me in the middle of the night? ... Just as I was thinking this, I saw three people walking towards me from the right. The last one was playing on his phone. I figured that was it. A man and a woman were talking in front of me, and when the person behind me passed by, he tapped me on the shoulder and told me to follow them.
The conversation between the man and woman seemed normal. The woman was wearing a suit and skirt, and she was quite attractive in the dark. The man who greeted me was also dressed in a suit and tie and didn't seem like a bad person, so I followed them. At the entrance of the residential area, the three of them separated, and I continued to follow the couple.
The man was still texting me while walking with his wife, telling me not to talk when I got upstairs.
I thought to myself, what's going on? Does the woman disagree? Or what?
Since I'm already here, I'll go check it out.
I entered a residential building on the fourth floor. There were two rooms, apparently shared. The rooms weren't large, but they were clean and tidy, quite comfortable. There was a box of amoxicillin on the table. The man told me to keep my voice down because the soundproofing wasn't good. Oh, is that so? I've been thinking so much.
The woman went to shower first. I chatted with the man for a while. He said he often felt nauseous. I asked if he had gastritis and suggested he get an endoscopy. He said he had one 4 or 5 years ago, but not recently. I said an endoscopy is best done annually with proper medication. He said he gets his blood checked several times a year, but nothing's wrong. I said since he smokes, he should get a lung CT scan and endoscopy every year… We chatted like this for a while until the woman came out of the shower, wearing pajamas. She was applying skincare products while chatting with me. Only then did I have a chance to look closely at her face. She had the mature charm of a 40-year-old woman, but I didn't feel much. I don't know if the waiting earlier had made me impatient. She asked how I learned this. I said I learned it at the hospital and taught myself… She said her right shoulder was sore and her little finger was numb from playing mahjong too much. I told her that she should probably get a cervical spine X-ray to see if she needed proper physical therapy, as massage doesn't cure anything.
I started massaging her, and I could indeed feel cord-like muscles in her right shoulder; when I pressed on them, she reacted with obvious soreness. I
won't go into details .
I massaged her back, buttocks, thighs, and then her front abdomen. Then I covered her mons pubis with one hand and asked her if she wanted me to massage there. Before, her expression had been indifferent, and I thought she wouldn't feel anything and would refuse. Unexpectedly, she covered her eyes with her hand and softly hummed in agreement.
I put a little oil on my fingers and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris. At first, she didn't react much, but then she slowly started to breathe heavily and moan. I remembered that the man had said she didn't like fingers inside, so I asked her if I could put my fingers inside. She said no, so I continued massaging the outside of her mons pubis, then covered her with the blanket, and that was it.
I went out to wash my hands. When I came back in, the man told me that he said my massage was very comfortable and he would contact me again next time. I said okay. I packed my things and went out.
It was already past midnight, and the wind and rain were fierce. I called a rideshare. Luckily, my place was near the airport, and there were plenty of cars going there at that hour. The car arrived quickly. It was a guy from Northeast China, and we chatted the whole way. I got home close to 1 a.m. I
miscalculated going out; I was only wearing jeans, and my knees were a little sore from the wind and rain. I quickly took an ibuprofen, washed up, and fell into a deep sleep.
I have another couple I'm meeting tomorrow...
The third couple is from my hometown. They're meeting on Saturday night at 6 p.m.
They run a restaurant and are usually very busy, not getting home until after 10 p.m. They're closing for this gathering on Saturday night. I was already tired and sleepy when I got home at midnight on Friday night, and I had some hospital business the next afternoon, so I wanted to tell him in advance if we could change the time. He said he understood the next day. But he didn't let any of his employees come to the restaurant that night, and his wife is going to yell at him. I felt really embarrassed when I heard that, since everyone had made special arrangements. I said it was okay, I'd come over as soon as I was done.
Luckily, I woke up the next day full of energy. I confirmed with him again that they would go to the hotel early in the afternoon and contact each other when they arrived.
They had also done it once a few months ago. The man said that they weren't very tired from work every day, but they didn't have any free time. They felt that time was passing by and they hadn't had time to properly enjoy life, so they found a masseuse to give the woman a massage to try. Unexpectedly, the masseuse sexually assaulted her... The woman then said she didn't want to, saying that she had given someone else sex and then paid them... Later, the man kept trying to comfort her, saying that he knew a doctor who could do oil massages and had good skills, and that they were from the same hometown, so let's try it again, and the woman agreed.
I left at 5 pm and arrived at the place at 6:30 pm. It gets dark early, and the man came down to pick me up.
Entering the room, the dim blue light made my eyes blurry. The woman was quite thin, with an oval face and long hair, which was my type. She was hiding under the covers.
The man told her that she was from our hometown. Then he invited me to sit down.
We started chatting.
I said, "You guys seem pretty busy." He said, "Yes, I stand a lot, my legs ache, and sometimes I get sharp pain in my chest from being so busy. My CT scan came back normal." I said, "That's just intercostal neuralgia from overwork, it's usually nothing serious. Since you stand so much , I could get you some compression stockings, it'll help."
We chatted like this for about ten minutes, then the man said, "I'm going to take a shower first, you can give her a massage. "
I laid out a towel and had her lie down.
The woman was quite thin, with little back muscle, so she couldn't take much pressure. I had to use gentle pressure and massage her once. The man came back after his shower, saying he was too tired and would sleep for a while, and told us to do our own thing and not worry about him.
The second time, I started to gently and casually stroke the edge of her breasts. After a few strokes, she slowly lifted one side of her body. My hand easily grasped her breast. Her back also started to twist. Seeing that it was almost done, I slowly pulled down her pants, covered her back with a towel to keep her warm, and started moving on to massage her lower limbs. She
didn't feel much in her thighs, but said her calves were very sore when I massaged them. After a few rounds, my hands slowly moved to her buttocks. I asked her if she wanted to try from the front, and she said yes. Then she looked up at her husband, who was already asleep.
Her breasts weren't large. As I slowly massaged her abdomen with oil, she started grabbing my hands.
I slowly slid my hands towards her vulva, which wasn't very wet yet. I
held her head with one hand, looking into her eyes, and gently stroked her clitoris with the other. "Sister-in-law, can I kiss you?" She opened her eyes,
looked at me briefly, and then closed them again.
I kissed her, our lips lightly touching, and then we started French kissing.
She was stimulated and her whole body writhed. I took the opportunity to push her down. I bit her earlobe and neck, and she responded wildly.
I took off my clothes and said, "Sister-in-law, wait a minute, I'm going to wash up and put on a condom."
She said she was going to wash up too...
When we got back to bed, I pressed her down hard and thrust deeply into her. It
was slippery inside; the foreplay had clearly aroused her.
I started thrusting hard, and she moaned loudly... This woke her husband.
I made her sit on top of me, and she rolled over and straddled me. Her husband came over and said, "You woke me up, and you're making me feel so good."
She shyly lay on top of me, burying her head in my chest.
Her husband helped her up and made her give him oral sex.
After a few strokes, he said he couldn't take it anymore and went to the bathroom to smoke.
She was very thin, and she was very agile and stimulating in the cowgirl position.
After a while, she stood up on her own and sat down with her back to me. This was my first time trying this position. I remembered scenes from adult videos, so I had her spread her legs and lie on her back...
Yes, this position allowed my glans to hit her G-spot perfectly. After a short while, she suddenly screamed and her body trembled. At the same time, I felt a warm flow on my right inner thigh—she had climaxed!
I was incredibly excited. I pinned her down and asked if she had ever done this before. She said no. I said, "Then let me do it again..."
She asked, "How long can you last?" I said, "I want to keep doing this to you." She said, "You're bragging..."
So I pinned her down, chatting as I thrust in and out. Every few words I'd thrust 40 or 50 times quickly, keeping her aroused. She kept looking up at our joined bodies. I asked her if she liked watching me penetrate her. She slapped me, didn't say anything, and turned my face away. I whispered in her ear, "Sister-in-law, I'm in, I'm parting your tender flesh, entering your cunt," while thrusting rapidly. She moaned and slapped me, saying, "You're the slut." I said, "What should I call you?" She said, "Just call me sister-in-law." I said, "No, how about I call you little slut, so wet?" She lightly slapped my face again, saying, "You're the slut." Suddenly, I thrust hard. Before she could finish her sentence, she started moaning again. I thrust rapidly, asking, "What should I call you?" She didn't answer. I continued thrusting hard, asking, "What should I call you?" She gasped, "Call me whatever you want... Faster... Faster... Ah." Ah...
The man came out and said he could hear her moaning even in the bathroom, and he couldn't hide from her. He wanted to film the penetration, just the genitals, not her face. I said okay...
The woman seemed very excited too, and it felt like she was dripping wet onto the sheets...
After filming, I asked the man if he wanted to bring a condom, but he said, "You go first, I don't like wearing condoms..." Then he went to the bathroom to smoke.
I continued to slowly thrust inside her. I asked her her last name, and she said, "Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?" I said, "You dare lie to me?" and then quickly and heavily thrust in a few times. She couldn't take it anymore and laughed, saying, "I love lying the most." I said my last name was X, and she said, "Really? We have the same last name." I asked, "Really?" She said, "I'm not lying to you." I thrust in and out heavily a few more times, and she said, "I really am not lying to you..." I said, "We have the same last name, so I'll call you 'sister'." She said okay...
I asked, "Do you like me fucking you like this?" She said she liked it, and asked, "You can really last this long?" I replied, "I said I wanted to keep fucking you." She laughed and playfully hit me.
Suddenly, she said, "Do you know why I looked up down there?" I said, "Don't you like watching me penetrate you?"
She said, "No, I was just embarrassed to look at you, so I looked up..."
I said, "Sis, open your eyes and look at
me." She looked at me.
I kissed her forehead, hugged her, and said, "Sis, I like fucking you like this..." She also wrapped her arms around my back and said, "I like it too...
"
We thrust, holding each other tightly, feeling no gap between our bodies, each deep thrust completely inside her...
She moaned with pleasure, and with my low growl, I exploded inside her... She held me tightly, refusing to let go...
After a while, I kissed her forehead, pulled out, and asked her with a smile, "Was that good?"
She said, "Go wash up."
Her husband couldn't take it anymore and pinned her down... By the
time I finished showering, they were done. She went to shower too...
After getting dressed, I chatted with the man for a while, and he said, "Then you can go home. They'll rest for a bit and go home too."
I said goodbye to her, who was still showering, and left.
I got home at 11 pm and went on QQ to find two couples had arranged to meet the next morning, but I declined both.
After so many activities, it's time for a little reflection. I need to think back to why I participated in this activity.

My first real experience with this was in 2015. At that time, I didn't know much about threesomes. A couple introduced me to it. The man asked me if I had ever done a threesome, and I had to say yes, so we chatted all night and met the next day. At first, I probably thought it would be very exciting, but after doing it so many times, thinking back carefully, what did I actually get? What was I pursuing? It couldn't just be the number of times I did it, right? Did I get physical stimulation? The release of desire? A novel experience? But these are not what I wanted.
I hope to find a suitable and stable couple to maintain contact with, someone with similar interests, compatible not only on a spiritual level but also as a good friend in life. Activities are merely a means to enrich life; there's no need to seek stimulation through frequent activities. Occasional meetings are enough to satisfy my spiritual needs.
One such person is sufficient.

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