Passionate 3P Never Forgets (Repost)

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I. Editor's Note:
Reading this article by a friend, I feel that the civilized, polite, and honest behavior of the three-person couples is something everyone should emulate.

II. Article Content:
Years ago, I stumbled upon a website for couples seeking partners and was deeply attracted by its content. Since then, I've always dreamed of a new and exciting experience.
I unintentionally registered on a website and left my QQ number. Later, a man added me, and we started chatting. The other party was a couple of similar age, and they verified my identity via video. After reviewing my information and verifying my credentials, we both felt the other was very sincere and had a good impression of each other. Two months later, we arranged to meet.

I rushed to their place, arriving in the evening. The couple picked me up at the station. Meeting them was similar to what I'd seen in the video. After a few pleasantries, I learned that the husband was a year older than me, very clean, and shorter than me; the wife was my age, fairly attractive, cheerful, and somewhat reserved.

Once in the car, the husband immediately looked at my ID card. During our conversation, the wife suggested buying fruit. I could tell she was deliberately trying to get me to talk to the husband. The husband was very quiet, and I was nervous. I asked him if I could look at him. He smiled and said, "Let's grab something to eat later." I was a little unsure, so we chatted for a bit more. He asked me what his wife was like. I said she was great, very nice. He said it was their first time, and I said it was mine too.

It felt like forever; over thirty minutes passed before his wife finally came out with some fruit. They got in the car, looked at each other, and his wife said, "Let's go eat!" We

went to a fast-food restaurant. We took our trays and went to choose our food. We chatted casually like ordinary friends while selecting our dishes. His wife enthusiastically introduced me to local specialties. His wife chose a seat and asked me to sit down first. Her husband then asked her to sit next to me, and he sat to the side.

During the meal, everyone ate very casually. His wife was very natural, and his husband didn't seem to have any issues. They rarely interacted, not even exchanging glances. I got up to pay, but her husband stopped me and got up himself. His wife picked up her bag and said, "Let's go."

After getting in the car, her husband looked back at his wife and me from the steering wheel and said, "Let's go to the hotel." I nodded and said okay. At the hotel reception, her husband said, "Room number ***, reserved." The waiter looked for the bill, and as my husband reached for his wallet, I quickly stopped him, saying, "Let me do it."

Entering the room with the key card, the atmosphere immediately tensed, a little awkward. My heart was pounding, but I pretended to be relaxed. My wife's face grew increasingly red; she didn't know whether to stand or sit.

This was just a standard room, not a suite; with two beds, the space felt quite small. I said the lights were too bright, so I turned them off and turned on the bedside lamp, dimming it a bit. I sat on one bed, and my wife sat next to my husband on the other. My husband held my wife's hand, and they looked at each other, whispering something.

I was also very nervous and embarrassed, starting to regret coming; perhaps they were starting to regret it too. In desperation, I suggested we have some fruit. The couple hesitated slightly, and my wife stood up, saying she was going to wash up.

After she left, I smiled awkwardly at my husband, stood up, and said, "You see… if it doesn't feel right, maybe we can do it next time?" My husband shook his head, saying, "It's okay…" and turned away.

We fell silent, seemingly waiting for fate to decide. I knew perfectly well that everyone craves excitement, and everyone desires something new. If I, a single man, was so nervous and excited, they were too. But unlike me, they felt hesitation, inner struggle, worry, and heartache in addition to excitement and thrill…

I understood everything from the husband's eyes. As a man myself, I knew exactly how he felt. His inner turmoil was intense, filled with unease. He seemed unwilling to let another man sleep with his wife, yet also willing, revealing a yearning for something new and exciting. I knew he

also had to take care of his wife, comfort her, and consider her feelings. I was deeply moved; this guy was a good husband, a good man. I felt a pang of self-reproach, as if I had provoked this innocent couple.
The wife came out, handing over a bag of washed fruit. I chose an apple, while the husband, saying he didn't like apples, chose a banana. The wife also took an apple. Everyone only ate a bite or two before giving up. The husband looked at me and said, "Go wash up…"

I glanced at my wife; she was playing with the apple in her hand, head down, saying nothing. I knew tonight was the night to unveil the mystery of my dream, like a virgin's first time, my blood was instantly boiling, a strange sensation coursed through my body, my genitals swelled intensely, and there was a slight pain.

Ever since meeting the couple, my penis had been like a rollercoaster, hard one moment and soft the next. It got hard the moment I saw them, not because the woman was particularly beautiful, but because the act itself was far more important than her looks; it went soft while we were talking; during dinner, my wife sat next to me, and the scent of her body made it instantly hard; it went soft when we left, but when I took the room key back into the room, it was rock hard, but the atmosphere inside immediately softened it again.

Now, with my husband telling me to go wash up, my penis was burning hot, and all my anxiety and disappointment vanished. It seemed like tonight was going to be a good show; the long-awaited moment had finally arrived. Later, I recalled that my excitement at the time was indescribable. At first, I was worried that it wouldn't work out, but suddenly there was hope, my heart started racing, and my face flushed. I can say I've never been so excited before.

I nodded to my husband, "Okay."

I deliberately took a few steps forward, placed the apple on the coffee table in front of me, and then, looking at my wife, started undressing from a distance of several centimeters. I did this intentionally, deliberately letting them see my body to amplify their visual desire.

I'm a bit taller and stronger than my husband, so I undressed slowly, folding each garment carefully before taking off the next, timing it perfectly. My husband and wife glanced at me occasionally, or gave me a quick look. When I reached my underwear, my penis was bulging prominently. I paused slightly, and my wife glanced at me before quickly lowering her head.

The room was dark, and I could imagine how red and hot her face was. My husband stared for about three seconds, by which time he was already embracing my wife, kissing her and whispering comforting words in her ear, his other hand gently caressing her body. After taking off my underwear, I slowly walked into the bathroom in front of them.

I showered quickly, and when I came out about ten minutes later, the couple was already lying on another bed. The husband was kissing his wife, his body pressed against hers, his hands groping and caressing inside her clothes. The wife's eyes were slightly closed…

They sensed I had come out; the husband got up, and the wife sat up too. I stood naked beside the other bed, and the wife glanced at me. I said, "You two should go shower too." The wife looked at her husband, took off her coat, and said, "Husband, you should go shower too." The husband said, "I don't need to shower; I already showered this morning."

The wife went straight into the bathroom, took off her clothes inside, and had her husband take them out again. I was still standing there naked, my penis still proudly erect. The husband stared at my penis for a long time. I smiled; actually, he had already seen it in the video. I deliberately thrust my hips forward to further display my virility.

My husband sat on the bed and said, "Don't rush, I'll tell you when to go."

I nodded, "I know."

My husband took off his coat, his underwear, and his panties. I looked at his soft, small penis nestled in his pubic hair. I was surprised that his penis had been like that the whole time. My husband went into the bathroom. I lay down and listened to the sound of water and their quiet conversation. My penis went soft again.

About twenty minutes later, the two of them came out wrapped in towels and went straight to another bed. They covered themselves with the blanket and started being intimate. I also covered myself with the blanket, not watching their movements, just listening to their sounds. My mind was blank, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

After a while, my wife started to react, letting out soft moans. I could see that my husband was stimulating my wife's genitals while kissing her. The frequency of his hands increased, and my wife's moans became louder. Then my husband spread my wife's legs and pressed himself against her. I heard my wife let out a soft "oh" and lift her leg.

The husband started thrusting, muttering some vulgarities, "Are you horny? I'll find a man to fuck you, make you horny, fuck you until you're satisfied..."

I sat up, my penis hard, and started slowly stroking it. My wife's voice grew louder. The husband peeked out from under the covers to signal me. I crawled under the covers on the other side of the covers from the husband, touching a woman other than my wife. My heart was pounding, but my mind was surprisingly clear.

I brushed past the woman's feet, calves, and thighs, straight to the edge of her pubic area, and the husband pulled out his penis. I gently stroked my wife's clitoris, kneading it. It was wet, but not very wet. I didn't insert my fingers, just rubbed the clitoris.

The husband looked at his wife's face, and stared intently at mine.

I said, "I'm coming in." Before they could speak, I pressed my fingers against the head of my penis and thrust in, all the way in.
The woman beneath me cried out, and I knew she wasn't in pain, she was experiencing pleasure. Because there was a naked man next to me, my legs, my arms, even my buttocks touched his body with each thrust. I clearly felt his body tremble with the woman's scream. Then he slowly slid to the side. At this moment, we were still covered by the blanket.

To be honest, the moment I entered the woman's body, my mind was very complicated. I thought about everything and felt nothing, felt everything and felt nothing, but I was still very clear-headed, knowing that I was having sex with my husband's wife in front of him.

It was indeed crazy and exciting. At first, I thrust rhythmically, and the blanket slipped from me onto my husband. I began to watch as the woman beneath me slowly opened up as I fucked her, her face flushed, her hands tightly gripping my buttocks, her eyes tightly closed, moaning loudly.

I slowed down, bending over and using my mouth, hands, and penis all at once to kiss her breasts, ears, and neck, gently biting her nipples. One hand kneaded her waist and buttocks. My only thought was to fuck her well, to fuck her hard... I was now a stallion, a sex slave, and I was going to provide all-around service. The woman beneath me started to get aroused, moaning loudly, twisting her buttocks, and occasionally waving her arms, sometimes tightly clamping her legs around my waist.

I touched her genitals, which were already flowing with moisture. I started to speed up, panting heavily as I asked her, "Am I fucking you well... Do you like me fucking you... How else do you want me to fuck you..." I don't know how to use vulgar language, but I think this was already quite vulgar. As for my husband's expression, I didn't have time to look at it or care about it. There was only one word: fuck...

I could only feel my penis getting slipperier and hotter inside, enveloped by a hot mass of flesh, like a mouth tightly holding it. With each contraction of the woman's vagina, currents of electricity shot from my penis throughout my body. I knew that in a few more minutes I would ejaculate.

When I stopped, I realized I was drenched in sweat. I pulled out my penis and got off the woman's body. Only then did I look at my husband. He was naked under the covers, looking at us weakly. I was very surprised. His gaze was slightly dazed and complicated. I had intended for him to get off me and let him have his way with me. Seeing his expression, I was truly stunned. My first reaction was that I had taken away his treasure, like when someone took away a cherished toy when I was a child. That sense of loss, that heartache, that helplessness was unmistakable...

My penis immediately went soft. The word "man" is so weathered, so tragic, even so fragile, even so easily shattered. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. Was it because I hadn't considered his feelings? But my primal instincts kicked in. I hadn't thought about him at all; I didn't have time to think about these things.

I hesitantly said, "Brother... why don't you play for a while too..."

His wife also grabbed his hand. He slowly leaned over her and asked, "Baby, are you enjoying it? Is he fucking you good?" But his wife couldn't speak, she just nodded. He continued, "I just want you to feel good, I want you to experience different men. Do you like his penis?"

He kept reassuring his wife, who nodded, her face still burning. I continued to caress and kiss her on her other side, my fingers rubbing and inserting into her vulva.

Her husband's hand also reached for her vulva; I felt his hand was a little cold. Under the combined caresses and teasing of the two men, his wife began to writhe and moan. I gestured for my husband to go first, and his wife pulled him along, but he showed no interest, continuing to swear and tease her.

The woman was getting increasingly aroused, pulling her husband forcefully onto her, but he made no further move. I rubbed the woman's breasts with one hand and directly touched my husband's penis with the other. His penis was still soft and small, and I didn't hesitate to masturbate him. My idea was very simple: to get his penis hard and get to work.

My husband lifted his buttocks slightly, not only not stopping me but also giving me more room to maneuver. Slowly, I felt his penis harden. I pulled my hand out, and he inserted it, pulling out in a few strokes. I knew it had gone soft again.

He bent down and began to give his wife oral sex. I could tell he was very skilled; after only a few strokes, his wife couldn't take it anymore. She gripped my penis tightly with one hand, repeatedly lifting her buttocks higher, even starting to scream.

My husband looked up, gesturing for me to insert it. I said, "Brother, you go ahead!" He said softly, "You guys play."

I hesitated, but the woman lying down didn't wait for me to hesitate, pulling my penis down and shoving it in. I went over, knelt down, and lifted the woman's buttocks. My husband stood up, squeezed my penis, and watched as I thrust it into his wife's flesh with a soft "plop." I could feel the fire in his eyes.

I looked at my husband's soft penis and reached out to stroke it. His wife also took his hand. I could clearly feel that his wife noticed his expression and changes. They cared about each other's feelings. At that moment, I was very moved, even though his wife was burning with desire, she was still thinking of her husband.

While I was having sex with the woman beneath me, I was also masturbating her husband, but his penis remained erect. Previously, I had masturbated him under the covers, so my wife couldn't see. Did she see him now? I didn't care what she thought; I don't even know what I was thinking at the time, I just wanted her husband to take over. My

wife pulled her husband over, indicating she wanted him to give her oral sex, but he just hugged her and said, "You two play, I'll watch..." Then he went to another bed, covered himself with the blanket, and silently watched us make love.
I knew very well that I was putting pressure on this good man... Since it was like this, I had no choice but to let it be. So I'll give him a completely new visual stimulation, thoroughly satisfying his visual desires.

I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, instantly illuminating the room. Thinking this way, I cast aside any preconceived notions or reservations, pulled off the covers, and began to work with all my might, using my best techniques, trying different positions: kneeling, squatting, lying down, on my side, half-standing, etc.—I tried every position I could think of…

The woman beneath me was also extremely aroused, actively cooperating with my various moves, letting me move up and down, back and forth, on the bed. Her juices flowed everywhere with each roll. We were sometimes inseparable, sometimes tender and affectionate, sometimes intensely passionate. I glanced at my husband over there; he was watching quietly…

I never moan during sex, but that day I did, moaning with unbridled pleasure. I estimated that the neighbors could hear us moaning and screaming. The woman's ecstatic moans and screams, my rapid breathing, muffled roars, and a couple of long shouts—the whole room smelled of sex! It smelled of debauchery! It smelled of lust!

The woman beneath me finally gripped her legs tightly with both hands, spreading them as wide as possible to allow me to penetrate her deeply, all the way in and out. Finally, I ejaculated, shooting deep inside her.
We were both paralyzed. I held this woman, who had gone from reserved to receptive, from uninhibited to wanton, tightly on top of her, and suddenly remembered I hadn't used a condom.

The room was quiet, save for our heavy breathing.

I said, "I'm going to wash up..." I went into the bathroom, and my wife came in just as I finished. I pulled her to help me clean up, but she told me to leave. I laughed.

I finally got a good look at her face and figure; she was a petite, refined, and intellectual woman. If we weren't husband and wife, I would never have had any relationship with this woman. This time, the sex had nothing to do with her appearance, but with the different and stimulating experience.

After we finished washing, I asked her, "Was it good?" She nodded shyly. I asked her, "Do you like my penis?" She was too embarrassed to look at it.

I took her hand and held my penis, saying, "Give me a few sucks." She hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and gave me oral sex. To be honest, her oral skills weren't great, but I knew she never did, not even with her husband. But she did, and soon my penis was hard. I started moaning, repeatedly saying how good it felt, hoping her husband would hear what we were doing…

After leaving the bathroom, I wanted her and her husband to lie on the same bed. But her husband refused. So we lay together. Because my penis was already hard, I started stimulating her, and soon she couldn't take it anymore, so I rolled over on top of her. But this time I wasn't in a rush; I knew I would play for a long time before ejaculating.

I gently and skillfully stimulated and teased her, and her desire grew stronger and stronger. At this moment, I saw my husband's erection under the covers, as if he were masturbating.

I immediately had an idea to let him see clearly how I was having sex with his wife. I completely turned the woman under me onto the bed, squatted up, and put her legs on my shoulders. I kissed my wife's mouth, my tongue entering her mouth.

My buttocks, anus, penis, wife's vulva, and anus were all exposed to my husband's view, less than half a meter away from him. He could even smell our body odor and the woman's musky scent. My movements were particularly slow, so slow that he could see our anuses contract, then faster, then slower again... repeating like this...

I sometimes knelt or squatted like this, and we had sex in this position for more than thirty minutes. The woman under me also enjoyed this position. I just wanted my husband to see my penis going in and out of his wife's flesh, making squelching sounds, and I felt extremely satisfied... more satisfied than ever before.

Next, I made the woman kneel on the bed, her head on a pillow, her buttocks raised high. I stood half-standing; this position allowed for deep penetration. The woman's moans changed with pleasure. My entire lower body was soaked with her juices, sticky and slippery, the squelching sounds driving me even more wildly, making me thrust harder. Then we changed positions…

Before I even ejaculated, the woman went limp, waving her hands repeatedly. I knew I had satisfied her; my mission was complete. I held my rock-hard penis, looking at my husband. He got out of bed, picked up the blanket, covered his wife, and then crawled in to hug her. I discreetly went to the bathroom; I needed to give them some space.

A little while later, my husband received a phone call about their child. When I came out, my husband was already sitting on the edge of the bed, saying the child was looking for them. I didn't say anything. The couple exchanged glances, and finally, my husband said, "We're going home." I checked the time; it was almost one in the morning. I nodded and said, "Okay."

They started getting dressed, and I said, "Let's take a shower." My husband said, "We'll shower at home." Until I saw them off, we didn't speak or exchange glances. My wife kept her head down, a lingering blush on her face. I opened the door and told them to drive carefully. My husband said he'd contact them by phone.

The moment I closed the door, I plummeted from the peak of my success to the depths of despair. A wave of disappointment washed over me. I thought I hadn't performed well, putting pressure on my husband. Perhaps they should have stayed. I know I'm vain; I want to conquer the woman beneath me, and I also want to conquer my husband beside me. That frenzied sex, besides the thrill, was also about displaying my virility—ultimately, it was for a man's sense of accomplishment. I thought about many things. Later, thinking about the couple and the scene of our sex, I masturbated, ejaculating on the sheets instead of my intended target. I was a little tired, but I couldn't sleep that night…

I left the hotel before 5 a.m. the next day. On the way back, my wife texted me, and we chatted for a while. She said I was too wild. Later, I became friends with the couple. Later, I asked my husband how I performed that night. He laughed and said I was really good…

I asked if I could still do it, and he said I was welcome to come. I was very touched, but I never had the time. Later, when my husband and I were chatting, he said they had sex after they got home that night. He said it was very exciting, but I never asked him why he couldn't get an erection in the hotel. I asked his wife, and she said she didn't know either.
I met a wonderful couple, and I'm grateful to them. I even told my husband, "I slept with your wife, but I didn't give you anything. If you feel bad about it, I'll let you have sex with her…" He laughed and said, "What are you talking about?"

Here, I want to say thank you to them. I love you both, and I consider you my best buddies… (The End)

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