My first 3P experience

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As the saying goes, sharing happiness is better than keeping it to yourself. After lurking on 69 for over a year, I finally couldn't resist sharing my superficial experience.

First of all, let me clarify that although this was my first 3P, there were no earth-shattering scenes, and it has nothing to do with terms like "masturbation" or "one-night stand." I can only guarantee that this is almost 100% original, including the conversation! However, out of consideration for each other's privacy, the couple involved will be referred to as "A," signifying my first experience, and it has nothing to do with their real surnames.

What's touching is that my "3P debut" was with such sincere and genuine partners as the A couple, which allowed this social activity to be completed in a casual yet harmonious atmosphere. This kind of luck is probably something that not every single male friend on 69 can experience in every activity!

(I value being kind and honest, so I'll post one story at a time.)

The incident happened at the end of May two years ago. At that time, I had known Ms. A, who was about the same age, for over two years on QQ. We became QQ friends through a mutual acquaintance, and given Ms. A's frank personality, we quickly hit it off.

Perhaps it was some cuckoldry complex at play, but I enjoyed listening to the private stories of women I was close to. My wife was surprisingly resistant and uncooperative in this regard, while Ms. A was the complete opposite. Within a week, she had laid bare most of her past relationships to me, including her first online friend who was practically a lover ten years prior, and her meeting with an online friend in Beijing before the 2008 Olympics. Due to a shortage of hotel rooms, they had sex on a lawn in a residential area during a moment of intense passion. Of course, out of a sense of reciprocity, I also truthfully confessed my own romantic experiences (compared to her, mine were clearly inferior). After that, she kept updating me on her plans, such as which day she would go to the provincial capital to meet a certain man alone, which day her husband would accompany her to host another man locally, and even an experience of sneaking off from a summer trip with a group of girlfriends to meet a tour guide (who was also her QQ friend) for several days. Our exchanges continued amidst Ms. A's vibrant social life, although we often discussed when we could meet and chat, and planned how we would enjoy ourselves afterward. However, we lived in different provinces thousands of miles apart, and I was busy with my daily work, making it difficult to find a suitable opportunity to meet. After many unfulfilled hopes for a meeting, she began to lose patience.

Around March of the year before last, I told her that we might have a chance to meet at the end of April or May, and she immediately replied, "I have time!" However, my plans to go to her provincial capital were disrupted by unforeseen circumstances, and the trip did not materialize. In mid-May, she sent me a message asking when I would visit her. Actually, I had already set a general date, but to ensure I wouldn't break my promise, I vaguely replied that it would be soon. This, of course, didn't satisfy her, but the day finally arrived!

One day at the end of May, I arrived in her provincial capital, quickly finished my business there, and booked a train ticket for the next day to Ms. A's city. That evening, we arranged a hotel together. Initially, we agreed on a double room, but later I felt uneasy and asked if her husband was coming. She countered by asking if I wanted him to come too. I said, "If your husband is willing to come, I'd certainly welcome him!"

Here's my thought on this issue: Ms. A and I are both looking for sex. Her husband has never objected to her sexually motivated dating activities since he first learned about them; in fact, he's been supportive. We shouldn't avoid him; it's a matter of respect. Furthermore, during our extensive QQ conversations, Ms. A has repeatedly stated that she almost never experiences orgasm during intercourse; foreplay and oral sex are essential. I know my skills in this area aren't great, and I need clinical guidance from someone familiar with Ms. A's physiology. As for the room type, a three-person bed wouldn't be out of the question—it might even add more passion. However, from our conversations, I know Mr. A prefers a quiet environment to sleep. If Ms. A and I were to be too boisterous, it would inevitably disturb his sleep, which is clearly inappropriate.

Ms. A readily agreed that she and her husband would come to meet me—not just for a simple meeting, of course!

So, we decided to book a double room.

Around 2 PM, I arrived in the city where she was. I took a taxi straight to the hotel, checked in, and grabbed a bite to eat nearby. It was a very hot day, so I took a shower and waited in the room. The four-star hotel was stylishly furnished, but the soundproofing didn't seem ideal (sitting in the room, I could faintly hear people coming and going in the hallway).

Ms. A said she had work to do that afternoon and couldn't get away, but she would leave work a little early to go home, shower, change, and get ready, waiting for her husband to finish work at 5 PM so they could come together.

Everything went smoothly, but I was still a little nervous, after all, it was my first time doing a threesome, especially in front of her husband. I was really afraid I wouldn't be able to get into the mood, so I didn't deliberately imagine what it would be like when we met. After

5 PM, there was still no word from Ms. A, so I didn't urge her. At 5:30 PM, she said on QQ that she had just arrived home and was about to take a shower. I replied, "Okay, no rush!"

Strangely, thinking about what was about to happen, I didn't feel any urgent urge, and my penis didn't react much.

It was already 6:40 when she arrived by taxi. I was waiting in the hotel lobby when I saw her come in through the side door, and I recognized her immediately. She wore a brightly colored dress, light gray high heels, and dark-rimmed glasses. Her hair was neatly styled, making her look clean, efficient, and elegant. She looked exactly the same as in the video.

As if noticing the question on my face, she said her husband had an unexpected business dinner and would be arriving later.

Next, we looked for a place to eat. She said she wasn't familiar with the city center and didn't want to walk too far to find a restaurant, so I guessed that her home and the hotel were located at opposite ends of the city. Later, her description confirmed my guess. As for why she recommended this hotel to me despite the distance, it was mainly because it was relatively close to the high-speed rail station, which was more convenient for me.

I was touched again by this thoughtful arrangement!

I suggested we eat at the hotel, and she agreed. So we got a private room in the restaurant, ordered a few dishes and desserts, but no alcohol, just some yogurt. Throughout the meal, we sat upright and spoke very formally (the waiter was waiting outside the door the whole time, so we couldn't be impolite), and we didn't even touch hands.

After dinner, it was already past eight o'clock. We asked each other what we wanted to do and decided we didn't want to go out, so we went straight back to our room. After closing the door, we hugged briefly like old friends. While I was boiling water, she went to the bathroom. Although there was a clear glass partition between the room and the bathroom, allowing us to see each other clearly, I refrained from deliberately peeking at her.

Just as she was combing her hair in front of the mirror, her husband called to say he had arrived at the hotel. Ms. A gave him the room number, and less than two minutes later, the doorbell rang. I had seen a picture of her husband before, so there was no awkwardness. I greeted him as "Mr. X," and we shook hands naturally. Then we sat down on the sofa and the edge of the bed, exchanging pleasantries. Ms. A then gracefully came over and sat next to her husband on the edge of the bed.

I was still thinking about what Ms. A had said earlier when discussing health and wellness: "Don't have sex immediately after a meal, it's bad for your health." So, I instinctively waited for the right time, but we couldn't find a topic to discuss further, so the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Mr. A must have noticed this too, because he said directly, "Let's get some rest," and then asked if this was my first time doing this kind of activity. I nodded, and he said, "Just relax, there's nothing to be shy about!"

He had just seen right through me, so I asked Ms. A if she wanted to take a shower first, and Mr. A quickly replied, "Let's shower together!"

So, Ms. A and I entered the bathroom one after the other and began to undress. When we were both completely naked in the shower, Ms. A quietly reminded me to draw the curtain between the bedroom and the bathroom. I realized that Mr. A probably wanted to see what was happening inside through the glass, but I still complied with Ms. A's suggestion.

Under the showerhead, we quickly embraced and kissed passionately. Ms. A, who clearly exercises regularly, had a very graceful figure, not at all like a middle-aged woman. Her abdomen was flat, and although her breasts weren't large, they still maintained the firmness of a young woman. As I held them in my hands, Ms. A's hand also touched my penis. I didn't even notice that my penis was fully erect, almost parallel to the ground pointing towards her buttocks. She stroked it back and forth with her hand, exclaiming repeatedly, "So thick! It's so thick!"

At first, I was a little skeptical that she was exaggerating, but she repeated many times that she had never encountered such a thick penis before (to be fair, her assessment was somewhat exaggerated). We applied shower gel to each other's bodies. After she rubbed my penis with shower gel, I said I'd clean her vagina. She agreed and bent forward, but because the shower room was small, I couldn't insert my penis into her vagina after several attempts.

We lingered in the bathroom for a while before rinsing off the soap. Ms. A wrapped a towel around herself and lay down on the bed. I got into bed next to her, and right under her husband's nose, we started foreplay.

I spread her legs and knelt between them, licking her clitoris and using two fingers to explore her G-spot. She pointed based on her own sensations. After a while, she gave me oral sex and, holding my penis, asked her husband, "Look how thick his penis is!" Her husband looked and said, "Yours is indeed thick; XX (referring to his wife) will definitely like it!" Then he turned and went to take a shower.

Ms. A touched my penis for a while, indicating her desire. I suggested she try inserting it from above first. She straddled me and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. I thrust upwards a few times, but she said it hurt a little, probably because the angle was wrong. She suggested I insert it from above instead. We switched to a side-entry position, but before I was fully inside, she started crying out in pain again. I knew that if the woman felt uncomfortable during intercourse, she wouldn't experience pleasure, and I didn't want to ejaculate before she reached orgasm. So I withdrew my penis and started giving her oral sex again. Just as I was stimulating her G-spot, Mr. A came to the bedside after showering and began caressing Ms. A's breasts. Whether it was because she had just showered or because she was particularly sensitive, when I rubbed her clitoris, she kept saying, "Gently, gently!" Mr. A asked her, "Did you bring that?" She pointed to her handbag. At first, I thought it was lubricant, but when Mr. A took it, I saw it was a pink vibrating massager. Mr. A used the vibrator to massage Ms. A's clitoris. She quickly entered a frenzied state, her head tilting back, her lips pale from blood loss, constantly moaning, "So good, so good!"

Mr. A then placed a pillow under her buttocks, raising her legs high, making her genitals very prominent. While operating the massager, he inserted two fingers into Ms. A's vagina. She cried out, arching her upper body upwards, urgently shouting, "Take your fingers out, quick!" I didn't understand what she meant at the time, but seeing that her husband wasn't listening and was still constantly probing her vagina, Ms. A scolded him in a coquettish voice, "You're so annoying, take them out!"

Just as Mr. A withdrew his fingers, I saw a gush of fluid spurt from her vagina; she had orgasmed!

After the climax, Ms. A's vagina became very wet. Mr. A gestured for me to continue fucking her. We played around with positions like doggy style and rear entry for a while. Then, Mr. A used a vibrator to stimulate Ms. A's clitoris again, quickly bringing her to another climax. Afterward, I fucked Ms. A in the top position for a while. Afraid that she would cry out in pain again, I was quick and decisive, ejaculating inside her.

After ejaculating, I got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom without lingering. When I returned to the bedroom, I was surprised to see Mr. A on the bed, vigorously fucking her in a horse stance. Just as I was about to go closer to observe, Mr. A roared and ejaculated. His penis was wet, and milky white fluid kept dripping down. This was a mixture of the bodily fluids of all three of us, haha!

After cleaning herself in the bathroom, Ms. A lay naked down next to me. As I stroked her breasts, she checked WeChat on her phone and said, "As soon as you finished and came into the bathroom, my husband rushed over and said, 'I saw you two doing it for so long, and you looked so sexy, I couldn't resist, I had to fuck you too!' Then he spread my legs and fucked me. I even counted for him, one, two, three, and he came after only a dozen thrusts! Haha, it was hilarious!'"

Mr. A, lying on the next bed, didn't reply.

A little while later, Ms. A told me that a colleague from her husband's workplace (a casual sex partner she had recently met, though they didn't know each other personally) had messaged her on WeChat, asking where she was. She told him that she and her husband were having an online encounter, and that her penis was incredibly thick! He said he also ate dinner in the city and wished he had joined them!

Ms. A, fiddling with her phone, said, "I'm going to send him the photos we just took, just to make him jealous!"

I asked her, "This man lives very close to you, and you're satisfied with his sexual performance, so you'll probably have a long-term relationship, right?"

She said, "Yes!"

"I guess he'll ask you out soon after he finds out about your activities tonight."

Her answer was still concise: "Yeah, probably!"

Around 11 o'clock, Mr. A put down his phone, saying he was sleepy, so we turned off the lights. Ms. A and I hugged and kissed intimately, talking softly. Afterwards, I dozed off for a while, then woke up for a while, not getting a good night's sleep.

Before six in the morning, Ms. A and I were flirting when her husband got up, quickly washed up, and left. By then, my penis was almost fully erect, so I used my hand to explore Ms. A's G-spot. This time, I hit it perfectly, and Ms. A moaned softly with pleasure. She asked me to penetrate her while she used a vibrator to massage her clitoris. Soon, her body began to convulse violently, and my penis was pushed out of her vagina by a strong force. I tried to push it back in, only to be pushed out again, repeating this several times. Ms. A experienced another orgasm, her whole body convulsing for about a minute before calming down.

Afterwards, I told her she was really horny, and she smiled shyly.

On the train back, Ms. A told me on QQ that she had deliberately worn open-crotch underwear under her skirt the night before, intending it would be easier for me to assault her during the meal. However, I was too gentlemanly and sat so far away from her (about half a meter away).

Actually, this was a scenario we'd planned on QQ beforehand. She'd even given me permission to do whatever I wanted with her, whether it was in a restaurant or a movie theater, as long as no one else was around. But the plot changed right before the performance.

I said, "You wasted your kindness this time; save it for next time.

" "Okay, next time!" she said.

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