My original intention and purpose in coming to 69

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First, my choices, in order, are single women, couples where the man is not involved, and couples where the man is involved. Secondly, I want to correct some common misconceptions (scientific discussions on this topic, including the experiences of women who have successfully tamed many men, are not suitable for public discussion here due to sensitive language, but can only be posted on my QQ space): 1. Many people believe that a tall and strong man must have a large penis, but this is not necessarily true. 2. Many people believe that younger men are more likely to be sexually active, but they often have a short attention span, while middle-aged men are slower to warm up but more persistent. 3. As for romance, it's incomparable; this requires a wealth of knowledge and life experience, just as academic qualifications and culture are two different things. Therefore, women must first understand what they really want: is it a pretty but useless ornament, simple sensual pleasure, or a well-rounded, high-quality single man—that is, someone with a large penis, good looks, strong abilities, a romantic personality, decent appearance, refined speech, easy to talk to, and not clingy.
Of course, economic interests are not a consideration. After all, this isn't a business transaction. Good men and women only seek happiness and have no interest in poultry or anything disguised as a sale. The following is my personal experience. I'm posting this because we couldn't coordinate our schedules, and the presence of a woman would have been somewhat awkward. Furthermore, the woman's capacity to cope was limited. Therefore, I prefer to be with single women or couples where the man doesn't participate, hence this post.

A few years ago, I talked to several couples of varying ages, but I personally prefer those around forty. While some couples seemed quite good together, we got along well and exchanged photos, most were relatively far apart and not very practical. One couple lived near Hangzhou. We didn't talk much, just exchanged basic information and phone numbers. Some time later, we arranged to meet, but the wife seemed hesitant, so we postponed it. Unfortunately, my mother fell ill and passed away, and many other things kept me occupied. I didn't have the time or energy for this, and I haven't even logged into my secondary QQ account for a long time. Recently, I opened QQ and found that the other party had left me messages of greetings several times over the past two years. I felt quite guilty. Coincidentally, after the National Day holiday, the other party messaged me again, so I replied asking if they were interested in getting to know each other. The man was very enthusiastic, but the woman was somewhat hesitant, especially after hearing that I was older, fearing I might be impotent. So she asked me to send photos and some pictures below to his wife. He seemed quite satisfied, so he called me and had his wife speak with me so that I could talk to her directly and get to know her better. Through the conversation, she seemed to approve of me and was quite satisfied with my voice, but out of female modesty, she didn't give a definite answer. Next, he asked me to call him and help him persuade her to agree to meet on Sunday, but he left me with a backup plan, saying, "We'll see then."
Because I don't like semi-open environments like hotels, I feel unsafe in such places. After all, this isn't a private affair between two people, and I'm worried that if something unexpected happens, it could have legal consequences, and all three of us might be embarrassed. So I suggested that my wife come to my house while she was away on a business trip. Since my wife was indifferent to this kind of thing, I figured my husband would have to be used by someone else. He said it would be more convenient at his house, and then, perhaps worried about awkwardness on the first meeting, suggested we go to the hotel he often stayed at when he had meetings. On Sunday, at the agreed time, he called again to let me speak with his wife, telling her I was on my way, so she wouldn't have a reason to refuse.
They were quite cautious; when I arrived at the hotel, they were almost there too. While I was reading the newspaper and waiting for them, they had already checked into their room and gone inside. They called to say they had seen me and told me their room number, explaining that it wouldn't be good for three people to go in together, so they separated from me.
I took the elevator to the top floor room, which had a large, semi-circular bed, big enough for three or four people. During the small talk, I sized up the couple. The man was quite burly, and the woman was tall and well-proportioned, with a more attractive appearance than I expected—a rather charming middle-aged woman. To help her get to know me quickly, I kept talking non-stop. She said she didn't expect me to be so talkative, and that I seemed to know everything about any topic. Her husband, however, was getting impatient. Seeing that we were just chatting without any physical contact, he encouraged us to stop talking and start kissing, hugging, and being affectionate. I explained that I'm a slow starter, especially on first meetings, so I was a bit reserved and couldn't get into the mood immediately. I thought that unless we cuddled and slept together to help us get to know each other's bodies, I wouldn't get excited until almost midnight. I figured that if I aroused her interest now but couldn't satisfy her immediately, it would only make her feel awkward and ashamed. So I suggested that we focus on communication for the remaining two hours of the afternoon, and that we could start after dinner. I assured her I would make her completely open up, jokingly adding that she might not be able to handle it then. When we were discussing our figures, I complimented her on her beautiful calves. She modestly went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, then returned saying the mirror was too high for her to see. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I suddenly crawled behind her, between her legs, and hoisted her onto my shoulder. I carried her to the bathroom and made her admire her legs in the mirror. She was both excited and frightened, and the atmosphere instantly became natural and lively. When I touched or kissed her again, she no longer hesitated out of shyness.
Afterwards, the three of us went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner. Back in the room, I said that my foreplay wasn't just ordinary foreplay, but a game that would last for hours. I suggested that I first play the role of a sex slave serving the queen, and then in the latter half of the night, I would be the king commanding the female slave. Besides, I explained that I was very averse to other women, even sensitive to the smell of my own semen. If I washed myself after ejaculating inside her, I wouldn't use my mouth to serve her, so the order couldn't be reversed. She expressed that she enjoyed oral service, so I, like a cellist orchestrating a performance, directed her on how to cooperate and enter into the scenario. At first, she was a little reserved, and her movements were relatively stiff, but as the process progressed, she gradually relaxed and cooperated more freely. My use of my mouth, tongue, face, and nose is quite unique, and the effect is no less than a proper penetration of a small penis. After several mini-orgasms, we were both a bit tired. I've always slept very little; the night before, I went to bed around 3 a.m. that morning. I made breakfast for my younger daughter early this morning, prepared her things for her week at boarding school, and then put her on the bus. Naturally, I felt a bit tired, so I lay down to rest and watch the couple bicker. The wife, after my earlier ministrations, was getting impatient, but the husband hadn't found his rhythm yet. She said I was urging him to get hard before my time was up, but he tried and failed. I laughed and said that a man's penis is basically not under his conscious control; it's more related to the autonomic nervous system, like internal organ activity rather than physical movements like the hands and feet. Then she tried to help him with her mouth, but that didn't work either. I looked at his penis; it was the type that was thinner in the front and thicker in the back, with a smaller head, the opposite of mine, and slightly shorter. Seeing her frantic desire, I had no choice but to try my own method. At first, she was shy and reluctant, but after our urging, she agreed to try. Unexpectedly, she became addicted, constantly proclaiming she wanted to be the queen, and wanting more even after one round, until her legs ached. Perhaps stimulated by our game, the husband finally got an erection, and the two of them had a relatively successful round, though it lasted only about ten minutes. I also noticed that his wife's sensitive area was closer to the vulva, and stirring it stimulated her more intensely. As the saying goes, an old
gambler wins in the late night; it was nearly 11 PM, and I started to get excited. Based on my own characteristics, if I can achieve effective release, it's generally every two or three hours, lasting about twenty or thirty minutes each time, until the next morning, roughly three or four times; otherwise, if I can't achieve effective release, the frequency will be higher, the duration longer, and I might even remain erect for most of the next ten hours. I first used a missionary-style position to guide her to an intermediate-high...
Chao, when she entered a state of ecstasy, her alluring expression was incredibly cute. I let her feel the "frog-burst" swelling of my mushroom head, then lifted her legs in a doggy-style position to allow for deeper penetration. Next, we changed positions; she knelt while I entered from behind. Seeing that she was getting tired of kneeling after a while, I suggested she stand with her feet on the ground and continue from behind. After a while, she looked tired and asked me, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?" I countered, "You wanted it but couldn't have it, and now you're complaining?" She said, "How come you've been going on for so long? It's been over an hour." I laughed and retorted, "No, it only feels like half an hour." Then she cried out like a child throwing a tantrum, "No more, no more, I can't take it anymore!" Saying that, she stood up and tried to escape. I missed her and she ran into the bathroom. When I chased after her and saw her hiding everywhere, I laughed and said, "You have nowhere to run here. I didn't come to bully you, I just wanted to help you wash up." After washing up and lying down in bed, I deliberately teased her with my hard member, but she dodged as if she had been electrocuted, almost pushing her husband off the bed. Then, like a little girl throwing a tantrum, she kept shaking her head and making "hmm-hmm" sounds from her nose. Her resistance made us both burst into laughter. Her husband seized the opportunity to mock her, saying, "Didn't you want it just now? You were blaming us for not giving it to you, and now that we have, you're scared." She had nothing to say and could only stubbornly repeat, "No, no," while constantly telling me to go to sleep and rest.
Soon her husband started snoring. I felt a little hungry and didn't want to eat the instant noodles in the room, so I went downstairs to see if there was any late-night snack in the restaurant. I took the elevator to the front desk, but they had nothing. I had to run across an intersection to buy bread. After returning to the room, I slept for over two hours. When I woke up, it was already past 3 a.m. I continued to coax and tease her, while she tried to lull me to sleep like a child. Our struggle woke her husband, who then started teasing her, saying, "Look, he's been stuck there all along. If you let him release his tension, he'll go to sleep quietly." She still kept making "uh-huh" noises and being stubborn. We laughed and joked for a while, and soon they both fell asleep again. I looked at the news on my phone for a bit and then slept for another hour or so. When I woke up, it was already dawn. Seeing that my thing was still erect, the two men teased her again. She made an excuse that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to go to work, and he said she could just take the day off. After chatting for a while, everyone got up one by one to wash up and get dressed. I said goodbye to them and went downstairs first, and then they left on their own.

When I got home, I saw his message: "My wife admires your ability. On the way home, I asked her why she refused. It was because she had to go to work the next day and was afraid that being too tired would affect her mood at work. Maybe if we arranged it during her free time the next day, she would be more engaged. My wife really likes your personality." I also told him the truth: "Actually, from 11 pm last night to 9 am this morning, I was like a cannonball pointing skyward for most of the time. My condition was a bit abnormal. Usually, it's every two or three hours from midnight, for twenty or thirty minutes each time, and only three or four times by dawn. The rest of the time, I'm weak."
The biggest gain for me from this experience was breaking through my own long-standing mental taboo. Because I am 100% heterosexual, I imagined that I would feel more natural if there was a man and a woman or a man and two women, but I would feel very awkward if there was another man present. This might be a psychological reaction stemming from cultural awareness, a fear that psychological barriers might affect performance, potentially leading to erectile dysfunction at crucial moments. After all, as a man, one can be carefree and uninhibited in front of women, but if another man is present, doing things without regard for appearances feels somewhat unnatural. Therefore, this date lessened my inhibitions a bit, forcing myself to treat it as a normal thing. Heh, I really don't know if this means I've matured or become more wicked? But one thing remains unchanged: deep down, I believe men should serve women, and their own satisfaction is relatively secondary. Therefore, I'm happy to see a woman enjoy her efforts, willingly becoming her living tool for self-gratification, rather than just pursuing my own satisfaction.
In short, judging from my own feelings and their reactions, both sides felt better than expected, and everyone appreciated each other. So when they invited me out again two or three days later, I gladly accepted. He said he wanted to treat me to their local specialties, but I said I wasn't particular about material comforts, as long as she was happy.
They picked me up at the agreed-upon location that day. After getting in the car, we smiled at each other like old friends. I said, "Although I'm several years older than both of you, why do I feel like a parent with children when we're together?" He teased, "That means you're not as mature as us; your personality doesn't match your age." I retorted, "No, that's not it. I just don't like to act like an old man, pretending to be deep and calculating. Actually, I'm two extremes. Most of the time I seem mature and sophisticated, but sometimes I can be as playful as a child." We then arrived at a farmhouse restaurant they had chosen. After eating, we continued our journey, heading towards a neighboring district to avoid possibly running into acquaintances.
After another date, I got to know them better. The husband was open-minded, straightforward, and frank, speaking his mind directly, including introducing me to his wife's preferences. I felt we were quite compatible in some aspects of our lifestyles. My wife, though somewhat reserved, was an exceptionally elegant lady. When we went out for late-night snacks and shopping, I couldn't resist walking behind her to admire her graceful figure; especially her alluring demeanor during our lovemaking, which was truly captivating.
Our second meeting was different from the first. A natural intimacy was felt, and we both felt more relaxed and at ease, our actions more in sync. For example, knowing I was quite disciplined in my daily life, especially when seeking partners in this area, and possessing a certain fastidiousness, coupled with the cleanliness and aesthetics of our instruments, he even encouraged her to give me oral sex. After a subsequent half-hour of intense thrusting, I finally achieved a throbbing erection, penetrating her deeply. However, there was one thing I had noticed long ago, but hadn't really changed: I still needed to refine my techniques to better suit her reactions. For women like her, whose external genitalia are quite sensitive, a more stimulating, stirring motion was more effective than thrusting. They had been working together for many years, so he could bring her to climax quickly, while I could only get her to a slightly higher level. Therefore, when I tried to imitate his rotating "grinding" motion, I couldn't quite get it right; the range of motion wasn't large enough, and because our rotations were in the same direction, they canceled each other out.
Then her husband wanted to play with her anus, but perhaps because it was never explored before, it hurt a bit, and she got angry. He, having failed, muttered a few words in embarrassment. I felt awkward about their argument but didn't say anything. Perhaps because I was there, they both kept quiet to save face. After a while, when he tried again, he didn't resist. Fortunately, his head was relatively small, so I figured her anus wouldn't hurt too much. He tried a few times but found it tiring and had to give up. She still wanted to come with me, so I said, "How about I lie down and let you play with me?" But after I entered her, she lay down and rubbed against me for almost an hour. He was filming from the side. I wanted to stop him, but considering his position and how careful he was, I figured it wouldn't get out; it was just something he and his wife watched at home for aphrodisiac purposes, so I let him be. After we finished, I analyzed her feelings, and he then demonstrated the movements for me. This rotating, grinding motion was exactly what she liked, and it quickly brought her to the peak of orgasm. She felt a little tired, so we took turns showering and going to bed.
Soon he was snoring loudly, while I lay there unable to sleep, playfully rubbing her nipples. She hugged me and urged me to sleep, so I obediently held her breasts without moving. Before long, she fell asleep first, and I drifted off to sleep as well.
Because the next day was Saturday, they seemed to want to sleep in late without worry. When I woke up and saw they were still fast asleep, I tiptoed to wash up. I checked my phone for Phoenix News, and after they got up, we prepared to go our separate ways. Before parting, my husband teased me, "When you talk to me, you talk about domestic and international affairs and social events, but when you talk to her, you only talk about things between men and women." Haha, I can't help it with myself, because some ambiguous things can only be said to the opposite sex, but unexpectedly, he became the neglected bystander. They are a very good couple, and of course, I'm not bad either. At least I let her experience some new pleasures, not just simple physical attraction. However, I have a flaw: I seem to be better at arguing than engaging in polite small talk. I feel very uncomfortable when receiving favors, and my behavior becomes clumsy. Although they seem to be much better off financially than me, I feel bad about always letting them treat me, and I'm not good at insisting on paying the bill. Because of my nature, I've always been closer to women, so the next morning, while he was still in the bathroom, I secretly took out a few hundred yuan and tried to give it to her, as if to share the cost of our meals. But she not only refused to accept it but also scolded me, making me feel as embarrassed as if I'd been caught red-handed, so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground. He then told me that even splitting the bill could be done differently, implying that we didn't need to be so rigid about the details, otherwise it seemed a bit impersonal. Actually, I understood the logic, but in recent years, living a secluded life as a writer, I seemed to have lost my
ability to interact with people. What he said was true. I decided to plan for the long term, intending to finish some urgent matters first and get the renovation company to complete the country vacation home as soon as possible, so that I could treat the couple to a short rural vacation. Even if it's someone else later, it's still a good place for activities. Hotels, on the other hand, are very unsafe places. Many unforeseen incidents reported online often occur in semi-open spaces. If there isn't suitable private space, and both parties trust each other, it's better to have fun at home. Although the conditions in the countryside are relatively simple, the freedom of space will definitely have a unique charm, which is far better than the psychological disturbance of being robbed in a hotel.

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