Step by step, degenerate

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It was the autumn of 1992. A friend's brother's restaurant opened, and we went to celebrate. There,
I met a woman I'll never forget—Z. She was two years older than me, a cheerful, lively,
voluptuous , sexy, and maturely alluring woman. She wore a tight-fitting fishtail dress that accentuated her alluring curves, and her round,
plump hips attracted countless men's attention. The moment I saw her, I was breathless: wasn't this the woman of my
dreams ? A woman I had dreamed of countless times. This must be what people
call love at first sight!
I was captivated by her sexiness—because my marriage was experiencing the seven-year itch. I began
my second love affair (an extramarital affair), and I was completely infatuated with her; a day apart felt like three autumns. Our first
time was on the very first night we met: she ran a hair salon next to the restaurant, and I went
there to get my hair done after work. Naturally, I drove her home (she seemed to like me). When we got home, she invited me
in , and I didn't refuse. Her husband was working the night shift, and her child was at her maternal grandparents' house; she was all alone. I
understood what she meant—I could sense it from the look in her eyes. I took the initiative to hug her, and she
half resisted. I could feel her heavy, rapid breathing and her pounding heartbeat… Everything happened naturally, and I quickly
ejaculated, which wasn't my usual style—perhaps it was my first time, or I was nervous, or maybe there were other reasons.
Seeing her lingering expression, I felt guilty. We hugged for a long time, unwilling to leave, and finally arranged another
date.
Because it wasn't convenient at home, we met at her shop. I made an excuse to go out driving, and she made an excuse to work,
closing the shop early. That night, we were extremely intimate, trying various positions, and didn't sleep all night. She used
all her skills, displaying all her sexual knowledge with extreme flirtatiousness. I wasn't outdone either,
never ejaculating first. In the end, we were both completely wet.
From then on, we became even closer. I called her "sister," and she called me "brother." Her husband was also very supportive
of our relationship; I wonder if he knew.
We had been together for less than a year when something unexpected happened…
Ever since I became involved with Z, my soul seemed to be with her. Every day before and after my shift, I would
go to see her, and if it was convenient, we would make love. Her bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom
… everywhere bore the marks of our lovemaking. My wife and I continued as before; her mind was entirely
on the children, and she had no time for me. Our indifferent life continued…
but things took an unexpected turn. Every night I would go to Z's house.
Sometimes Z's husband, L (for short), was home, and we would chat and joke around. If it was mealtime, we would eat and drink
together. L was two years older than me, thin and handsome, with a mustache. He was warm and never treated me like an outsider,
like family. They were a very loving couple, which was evident in how L did housework; he was particularly diligent and efficient.
Sometimes when L worked the night shift, he would say to me before leaving, (calling me by my first name) "You sit here, I'm going to work."
At first, I felt very awkward and quickly said, "I'm leaving too." L would always stop me, saying, "You sit down." It was very
natural ; from his eyes and behavior, you couldn't tell he knew about my relationship with Z. I was secretly
relieved. After L left, it was paradise for Z and me. We indulged in the pleasure we brought each other, enjoying our
lovemaking to the fullest, sometimes all night long, incredibly blissful.
One night, my wife and I had a disagreement, and I stormed out of the house. The sky was dark and gloomy, and
walking alone on the empty street, I felt a sense of loss. I went into a grocery store, bought some snacks and alcohol,
intending to go home and drink to my heart's content. Suddenly, thunder and lightning struck, and a torrential downpour began. After a long time, the rain stopped,
and I hurried home. When I reached the alley entrance, I stopped, my eyes filled with a vast expanse of water; I couldn't go home. Fate! I strolled
over to Z's house, and as soon as I entered, the rain started again. Z, L, and the child were all home, eating. I joined
them for drinks without ceremony
. During the meal, I talked about arguing with my wife, and they both advised me not to
argue , as it would damage our relationship. After we finished eating and drinking, the rain outside still hadn't stopped. Seeing my flushed face (my
face turns red after just a little alcohol, and I only drank one bottle of beer), and worried about arguing with my wife if I went home, Z suggested I stay
and sleep there. L echoed this sentiment, and I went along with it. It's true what they say, if you want me to stay, even the weather will!
Z arranged for L and me to stay in their bedroom, the child to stay in their own bedroom across from the living room (they were already asleep), and Z
to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, lying on my familiar bed,
I couldn't fall asleep at all. A moment later, I heard L's soft snoring. After what seemed like an eternity, perhaps the beer
made me urinate, I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I found myself inexplicably heading to the living room.
The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and the bright moonlight illuminated the living room. Z was lying on the sofa wearing only briefs and no bra
; the blanket had slipped to the floor. Looking at her familiar body, my penis instinctively hardened.
I leaned down and kissed Z's lips, my left hand caressing her full breasts, her grape-like nipples, her smooth abdomen, her
fertile , thick pubic hair, and her sexy, plump buttocks. Whether Z was asleep or awake, the moment I touched her,
she grabbed me tightly, kissed me fiercely, grasped my penis, and demanded that I make love to her on the sofa immediately
. In an instant, I woke up. I wasn't used to making love to her when someone else was home. I shook my head and said no,
pointing to the bedroom (meaning L was there). Whether Z misunderstood or Z and L had a pre-existing understanding, Z
got up and pulled me into the bedroom. I stood there helplessly, my mind blank, my heart seemingly stopped
. Z woke L and whispered in her ear… After a while, Z told me to get into bed. I was at a loss
, extremely embarrassed. Then L sat up and said (calling my name) "Get into bed, hurry up." I woke up abruptly, climbed into bed
tremblingly , and lay down next to Z, with L on the other side.
My heart began to pound rapidly. Z hugged us both with both arms and said sweetly, "
I have a husband who loves me, and a lover who likes me. I am the happiest
woman !" Z opened the door to my sexual desire. I don't know where the courage came from, but I touched Z with my hand, meaning for
her to get to the point. Z gently pinched me; I knew she was trying to keep me from rushing. The room was dark
, but brightly lit by the moonlight; we could only see each other's eyes, nothing else mattered.
I turned to the side, caressing her breasts with my right hand, and looked up at Z and L. Her right hand was holding my penis
, while her left hand was constantly stroking L's penis. L's was thick but soft; mine was already rock hard. I
understood . I removed her right hand, letting her fully immerse herself in L's intimacy. My hands weren't idle either,
touching her breasts, nipples, and plump buttocks (extra large) from behind, several fingers taking turns stirring and thrusting inside her
. There was so much fluid; my hands were all wet. Z moaned…
Perhaps it was the stimulation from Z and me, but I saw L's penis react, becoming erect and even thicker. L laid
Z flat on the bed and straddled her. Thanks to my foreplay, penetration was smooth. L began to thrust
, watching L's thin buttocks move up and down, Z's labia fluttering with each movement. I stroked Z,
kissed Z, and L lifted Z's legs onto his shoulders. Z jokingly said, "Old man pushing a cart." L lay on his side behind Z
and continued, and Z said again, "Hitting a cow across the mountain." L made Z kneel on the bed from behind. The interesting girl Xuanxiu and Z's knowledge
really broadened my horizons. Suddenly they stopped. I asked why. Z said he didn't like being wet. Sure enough, L used
a towel to wipe them both clean and continued... Z said he was almost there, but before he finished speaking, L hugged Z tightly and
trembled ...
The first round ended. Z wiped them again with the towel, and the second round began. I mounted him,
full of energy . Looking at L lying next to me panting, I became more and more vigorous, reenacting their previous actions countless
times... Z moaned lewdly, his body trembling, the sheets under his buttocks were soaked, and Z reached
several orgasms. We were both soaking wet again. At some point, L lay down on our genitals, looking at them
, and pushed my butt, saying, "That's powerful." She then stroked our genitals with her other hand. Suddenly, a wave of
pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but ejaculate. After resting for a while, Z and L did it again, and Z and I
did it twice more…
The next day, I didn't drive and slept at Z's house all morning.
Ever since our threesome, Z had started eyeing my wife, but I was completely unaware.
Z met my wife through me, and they often went shopping and to the countryside together. Z even introduced my wife to
a boyfriend. After that, things spiraled out of control, and my wife underwent a complete transformation. The seven-year itch disappeared; she
was always radiant and glowing, as if she had returned to the feeling of first love. Finally, one day, she came home
far too late and couldn't explain herself (I had already blocked all her paths). We lay in bed, and
she told me everything that had happened since she met Z, without holding back: Z had arranged everything
. He introduced H to my wife while playing mahjong, and H joined them on every subsequent outing. Each time,
Z arranged for my wife and H to be alone together, in the middle of nowhere, a single man and a lonely woman. But their first time
happened in a rented apartment in the city. My wife said that at the crucial moment, she would think of me and try her best to control
her desire. H, on the other hand, was always burning with lust. Finally, Z and H set a trap, and my wife fell
for it.
One day, H called to meet my wife, but she said she didn't have time. Z took the phone and said she was there too. My wife
went to the meeting place, but when she arrived at the room, only H was there. My wife asked, "Where's Z?" H said he would be back soon.
My wife tried to leave but found the door locked, and it required a key to open from the inside. She had no choice but to sit back on the bed (there
was only ). At this moment, H said, "It's so hot, why are you wearing so many layers?" It turned out that the wife had deliberately changed her skirt into pants.
She said it would be safer that way. Unexpectedly, this provoked H. H grabbed his wife and kissed her. She tried to dodge,
but H took the opportunity to undo her belt, push her onto the bed, and pull down her pants and underwear (it's unclear whether
she was half-hearted , as it wasn't said). H was
now completely naked from the waist down. His wife tried to keep her legs tightly closed, preventing him from entering, but whether it was because H was too eager, or because the kiss and struggle had aroused her, H easily entered her.
His wife said that suddenly, her face turned bright red and hot, and she involuntarily moaned. H then began to ride her,
moving up and down. His wife said that her vagina was very wet, and that H's vagina felt completely different from hers. She enjoyed it
and hugged H's buttocks, pressing them hard against her. H also sensed his wife's reaction,
slapping and kissing her while whispering in her ear, "Who makes you feel better, me or your husband?" His wife replied, "My husband
." H held his breath, trying his best to prove himself. After several repetitions, his wife finally cried out and
went limp . H also convulsed, shouted loudly, and ejaculated.
Watching his wife excitedly recount her experience, I felt no jealousy, but rather great excitement. That
night, my wife and I made love several times. The seven-year itch vanished, and the long-lost excitement, comfort, and
sexual bliss returned. I also confessed to my wife about my affairs with Z and L. My wife playfully scolded me, saying, "Why didn't you
tell me sooner?" She didn't mean to blame me. For the next few days, my wife and I were extremely intimate, telling each other about our
sexual encounters with H, Z, and L, and then reaching the peak of orgasm together.
From then on, my wife stopped seeing H, and we often went to Z's house to play with them: playing cards, playing mahjong, eating,
chatting, joking without restraint, and everyone was happy every day. Until one day, Z brought home a
videotape . After sending the kids off after dinner, we watched TV in the living room for a while. Z mysteriously suggested we watch a video in the bedroom
. My wife asked what it was. Z replied, "You'll see when you watch it, it's great!" It turned out to be a video from a foreign couples' dating club
. The video was long, and the scenes were very stimulating… As the story unfolded, things changed in the bedroom:
Z and L were already embracing, kissing, and caressing each other. They were almost completely naked. Infected by this, my wife and I
also got into character. I could feel my wife was very excited; her face was flushed and burning hot, her body was trembling
, and her eyes were glazed… Suddenly, the room went dark. The power had gone out, and we couldn't finish the video. L suggested we
go to sleep . We wanted to sleep separately, but Z pulled us back, saying, "Let's sleep in one room!" We didn't insist. Z and L
lay down together, and my wife and I lay down together. Their bed was really big; four people
could fit comfortably with room to spare, it seemed custom-made. In the darkness, Z suggested, "Let's switch!" My heart trembled, my head
throbbed, and my limbs shook. My wife held onto my hand tightly, but in the darkness I couldn't see her expression
or know her true intentions. I pushed her hand away and obediently switched places with L. Although I couldn't see,
I could feel Z's lust, because her lower body was already soaked. With practiced ease, I entered her smoothly as soon as I straddled
her . Just as I was about to thrust forcefully, Z grabbed me tightly, preventing me from moving. I understood.
She meant it because her head was turned towards my wife and L, and she was holding her breath.
She was seeking greater stimulation, so I had to stop and listen to the sounds coming from across the room: L's heavy breathing
, my wife's intermittent... "Your beard is too prickly," her soft giggles, "Yours is so thick," "Yours is too
soft, I can't get in..." In an instant, a wave of bitterness washed over me, like a jumble of mixed emotions,
indescribable ... I had never felt this way even when my wife talked about her sex life with H. Now, facing my wife and L's flirting,
I felt completely unprepared, a wave of pain washing over me...
I couldn't accept this reality. My mouth was dry, my taut nerves could no longer hold on, and I ejaculated instantly
, without any pleasure, a very embarrassing surrender. Z hadn't gotten any satisfaction at all. She angrily
pinched my buttocks. I asked my wife and L: "How did it go?" L gave a bitter smile and remained silent. My wife said: "His isn't
hard!" I had no desire to continue, and wanted to escape as soon as possible, so I urged: "Let's go home." Our first encounter
ended rather unsatisfactorily.
(A netizen suggested using pseudonyms, so Z will be called Ying, and L will be called Min.) Some time later, Z
moved, and my wife and I went to help. After dinner, Z and L repeatedly urged us to play mahjong. We understood their intentions
, and we tacitly agreed. We joked and played around, but I won't go into details… It was late, and my wife said she wanted to go home
. Z grinned mischievously and said, "Go home." It turned out she had already locked the door. Because of our previous encounter, I had no reservations. Z went straight for it
, hugged me, kissed me, and then lay down on the bed… I didn't hold back either, immediately responding… My wife and L weren't
so eager; instead, they undressed gracefully and lay down, whispering… Ying and I quickly reached
our climax Ying gasped and moaned loudly… repeatedly shouting: "So good! So comfortable! Harder! Faster
…" As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, I stole glances at my wife and L. They hadn't gotten to the point yet, and my wife
was getting impatient, her voice noticeably louder… probably influenced by Z. It turned out L wasn't erect
and couldn't penetrate, so my wife struggled to get in. She shouted, "I can't take it anymore! I want it too!"
completely abandoning her usual reserve. She got up and came to our side. I was having sex with Z
while kissing my wife… Soon she came, so I pulled out from Z and entered her. She was
so wet, making excited sounds… Z was reluctant, and while kissing me, she playfully bit me and then
fiercely wrapped her tongue around mine, retaliating… The three of us went at it for over two hours before
finally stopping, still wanting more. Min watched the whole time, occasionally touching this and that, but didn't
participate . Later, I learned from Z that L liked to watch, especially watching Z and me make love; it excited him
and gave him an orgasm. I'll stop here for now. Thank you all for your support!
After two unsuccessful attempts at foursomes, we concluded the problem lay with L. Z said L
lasted half an hour with her every time, and I witnessed it myself. But with other people, L couldn't keep up. This was evidenced by two instances where
L was perfectly fine during threesomes with Z and me; and L was also very excited during threesomes with my wife and Z. Having found the cause
, we gave up hope for foursomes. However, I was incredibly busy during this time… Our relationship continued
until I left my hometown. Even after arriving in Beijing, I couldn't forget them… I often thought about this unforgettable
and wonderful experience. I hope one day I can see them again, relive those memories, and create happiness together once more!
The End

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