Intimate 4P

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If we compare society as a human body, then each family is a cell. A healthy body is composed of healthy cells, so what kind of cells are healthy? Undoubtedly, happy families are healthy. Happiness is an overly broad concept; opinions vary, and there's no fixed standard. However, I believe happy families share some common characteristics. As the saying goes, happy families are all alike. The basic elements of marriage are husband and wife, and by nature, it's composed of men and women. When discussing men and women, we cannot ignore sex; harmonious sexual relations are an essential characteristic of a happy family.

I've seen too many families break up because one spouse cheats, bringing endless pain not only to themselves but also inflicting deep, irreparable psychological trauma on innocent children. This trauma can cause personality defects, affecting a child's entire life, and even making them more likely to divorce after marriage compared to children from normal families.

So what makes people so devastated by infidelity? It's their mindset. For two thousand years, Confucianism in China has been indoctrinated into the masses by the ruling class. Confucianism teaches "male superiority over female, separation of men and women, the difficulty in dealing with women and petty men, and the principle of wife following husband's lead," etc., filled with discrimination against women and gender inequality. Emperors kept harems of concubines, indulging in nightly revelry, while cultivating a group of scholars and officials representing the interests of the ruling class, who daily indoctrinated the common people with "loyalty, filial piety

, and propriety." This is a typical method of keeping the people ignorant. Recently, my workplace gave out free movie tickets to see "Confucius," but I resolutely refused to go, preferring to queue overnight to see "Avatar." I understand that extramarital affairs, mistresses, and third parties are not the killers of marriage; feudal ethics are the real killers of marriage, even the executioners of lives.

I saw a news report about a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who jumped from the third floor to avoid being raped, resulting in lifelong paralysis. This example deserves deep reflection from our society, reflecting on whether our education system is flawed, and reflecting on the moral standards our society upholds. Put yourself in her shoes, would you teach your daughter to jump off a building in a similar situation? How should our society treat sex correctly? Is a hymen more precious than life?

After watching the news, I joked with my wife, "What would you do if someone tried to rape you? Would you commit suicide?"

My wife said, "Suicide? Why? I would fight back. If they hit me, I would give in."

I laughed and said, "You'd be thrilled, wouldn't you?"

She said, "You know what, sometimes I really wish I could experience being violently raped. The latest research says that 40% of women subconsciously desire to be raped."

I said, "Where did you see that?"

She said, "From an online survey from abroad. I'd say I'm in the 40%."

I laughed loudly and said, "You little rascal, you wait, I'll find someone to rape you tonight..."

She said coquettishly, "I want Jia Junpeng to rape me."

Jia Junpeng is a new college graduate from the countryside who joined my wife's workplace. I've met that young man; he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face still has the rosy cheeks of the high altitude. He often jokes with my wife, saying that if I go on another business trip, he'll come and satisfy her sexual needs.

After a while, my wife took it seriously. Sometimes when my wife and I play bondage games, I blindfold her with the blindfold I got on the plane, making her imagine that Jia Junpeng is raping her. I gag her with her panties and seal it with tape. Then I take out a candle, light it, and drip it onto her shaved genitals, breasts, and thighs. Because her eyes are blindfolded, she doesn't know where the next drop will fall, so every drop is very stimulating, and she moans and twists her body. Then I insert a dildo deeply, and she keeps shaking her head and begging for mercy. When I insert my own penis, her moans of pleasure become even louder.

I say, "This isn't rape, this is necrophilia."

After I unbuckle her mouth, my wife asks me, "What do you think would be like rape?"

I say, "Why don't you resist a little first, and then give up?" She says okay.

Then I forcefully penetrate her again. Because she is bound and cannot move, she quickly gives up and lies on the bed, motionless like a corpse.

I say, "That's enough, let's stop. This isn't rape, this is necrophilia."

I told her to go find Jia Junpeng herself.

Finally, one day, my wife and Jia Junpeng went out alone on official business. My wife first moved closer to him physically, then hinted verbally that if he wanted, they could meet that night. Jia Junpeng was terrified. He stammered to my wife that he had a girlfriend back home. My wife told me this when she got back, and I laughed so hard.

That's life. What you want to give, others don't want; what you don't want to give, sometimes comes uninvited. I call this fate.

After a threesome, my wife agreed to try swapping.

We met several couples online, video-chatted with each one, and met them in person.

One civil servant couple wasn't sincere; a private business owner asked if we had a car? What brand? Nonsense; goodbye.

The China Telecom guy was too arrogant. That painter, my wife didn't like his big beard, although I liked his petite wife…

In

short, finding someone you can accept is too difficult.

This kind of thing requires fate, or rather, luck. A friend on QQ named "After the Rain" was very straightforward; he immediately asked to meet up, skipping the video call. That night, it was already past 10 pm when he called to ask me to go out for beer. My wife and I, dressed casually, went.

The TV on the wall of the small bar was blasting loud music, and a group of people at a nearby table were making a lot of noise, which provided some cover for our conversation. The man's surname was Yuan, and he was quite a bit older than us. My wife said he looked a lot like Mr. Bean, so I called him Brother Yuan, and I called his wife Sister-in-law. Brother Yuan was a very funny person, both in his speech and expressions, and he often made us laugh. His wife, on the other hand, was like an older sister to him, occasionally nagging him. We chatted and laughed, without discussing anything about exchanging gifts.

After dinner, Sister-in-law drove us home. At my apartment building, we politely said goodbye. Sister-in-law then extended her hand and said, "Let's shake hands." Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand, and emboldened by the alcohol, pulled her into my arms, simultaneously pinching her full breasts through her clothes. Afterward, I immediately realized something was wrong; she hadn't even said yes yet! My wife looked at me in surprise and scolded, "You went too far!"

Brother Yuan, however, was very generous, repeatedly saying, "Your sister-in-law's breasts are so white and tender, absolutely amazing."

Back home, it suddenly dawned on me. My wife was at least 10 years younger than Brother Yuan; he was definitely lusting after her. His wife's initiative in shaking my hand was actually a signal that she liked me; otherwise, she would have left immediately, instead of lingering.

I'm confident in myself. I'm 1.78 meters tall, and in school, I was the 3500-meter swimming champion. Even in winter when it was -20 degrees Celsius, I would go winter swimming at Yuyuantan Park. Years of swimming have given me a healthy body.

Back in school, I looked down on the class's bookworm, the top student. I remember once in winter, I made a bet with friends after drinking: whoever lost had to go swimming in the lake area. I lost, and without a word, I took off my clothes and jumped into the water. In the blink of an eye, I swam to the other side of the lake. My friends couldn't find me for a while and kept calling my name, thinking I had met with bad luck; they almost called the police. When I slowly walked ashore in the sub-zero darkness, my friend's girlfriend blurted out, "Wow, you're in great shape!" Later, my wife told me about this, and she said that she immediately thought to herself, "She's mine."

Sure enough, Yuan called me two days later to ask me to meet up. I agreed without hesitation. I was attracted by his description of her large, white breasts and really wanted to see them for myself. Another reason was that I was tired of the endless video calls and meetings. I felt that this kind of thing was about a psychological feeling, and the perfect partner didn't exist.

It was a sweltering night. They sent their child to their parents' house and invited us to their house for dinner. His wife's cooking was delicious; my wife still craves the salt and pepper grilled tiger prawns.

They had already had several experience swapping partners, and my wife was much more open-minded after the last threesome. After dinner, Yuan dimmed the lights, turned on the DVD player, and a close-up of a male genital was immediately displayed on the huge TV screen. I felt like the TV had barely been on for a minute, I hadn't even had a chance to see what was on, when Brother Yuan, in a panic, pulled my sister-in-law into my arms and shoved her towards me. Then he grabbed my wife and pulled her into his embrace, sitting her down on the sofa. His large hand went around the back of her neck and inside her clothes, kneading her breasts. This action came so suddenly that I was stunned, and my wife, equally taken aback, froze for a moment.

Brother Yuan had probably been burning with lust since dinner, and now he finally couldn't control himself.

He suddenly looked up at my sister-in-law and me, who were still motionless, and said, "You two hurry up and start, don't just watch us."

Then he turned to my wife and said, "Come on, let's take a shower." He then stripped my wife naked and carried her into the bathroom. Sigh! I really understand him. I looked down at his wife, pulled her close, and kissed her while stroking her body. As I touched her, I pulled down her panties and grabbed her pubic area – a handful of plump flesh, such a tempting pussy!

I figured Yuan and his wife were almost done showering, so my sister-in-law and I quietly went to the bathroom door to see what they were doing. When we pushed the door open, they were drying themselves with towels, getting ready to come out. They quickly came out to make room for us. I was eager to see how my wife would behave with another man, so I quickly rinsed off and left the bathroom alone, leaving my sister-in-law alone.

When I walked to the sofa in the dim light, the scene before me greatly aroused my senses.

My wife was half-reclined on the sofa, and Yuan was half-lying on top of her, pressing her breasts flat. One hand was around her from behind, and two fingers of his other hand were already inside her vagina. My wife was panting and kissing him passionately, her other hand already holding his erect penis. I went over and reached out to touch my wife's vulva; it was already soaking wet.

I don't know why this scene left such a deep impression on me. Even a year later, whenever I think of it, my penis immediately gets hard. I once asked my wife if she liked being touched by a man, and she said she liked it very much.

My sister-in-law quickly came out of the bathroom, and the four of us went into the bedroom together. Brother Yuan laid my wife on her back on the bed, pressed his hands against her two raised thighs, and plunged his head between her legs, licking and biting her wildly. I did the same to my sister-in-law. It was my first time doing swapping, and I was very inexperienced. I followed Brother Yuan's movements exactly; he licked my vulva, and I licked her vulva; he did 69, and I did 69; he started penetrating my wife, and I quickly penetrating her; he switched to the woman-on-top position, and I quickly switched too. It's funny to think about it now. At the time, I guess my brain was severely oxygen-deprived; I was numb because all the blood in my body was concentrated in my genitals.

Perhaps due to insufficient prior communication; perhaps it was Yuan's attempt to appear gentlemanly; or perhaps it was his age; he was very gentlemanly and gentle when he was having sex with my wife. He would stop after a few thrusts, smiling as he gazed at her like she was a work of art, thrusting and pausing slowly. My wife lay quietly on her side, letting the gentleman penetrate her from behind, looking at me with an irrepressible smile.

I pressed my sister-in-law's plump, white body against her head, thrusting forcefully. My sister-in-law was also very ladylike, closing her eyes, turning her head towards the edge of the bed, only making soft "hmm" sounds, repeatedly stroking her clitoris with one hand. After a while, her body convulsed, and she orgasmed.

Yuan also ejaculated sometime later. He and my wife went to the bathroom to wash up and came back, while I was still enjoying my sister-in-law's plump body. My sister-in-law's vagina was slippery and soft; it felt like my penis was tightly packed around her, with no gaps. But since she had given birth, it wasn't as tight as my wife's. He and my wife were half-lying on the bed chatting. Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated yet, he couldn't help but say, "Aren't you

two done yet?" I then realized he was a little jealous. I quickly lifted my sister-in-law's two fleshy thighs and thrust wildly until I ejaculated. Brother Yuan turned on some music, turning the volume down low—George Bernard Shaw's Serenade. The four of us, some lying down and some sitting on the bed, chatted, rested, and drank red wine. The sheets were dark red, the curtains were dark red, and the light was dark red. At some point, a light rain started to fall outside. Brother Yuan opened the window halfway, and the fresh, moist air rushed in, making everyone feel even more refreshed. Listening to the raindrops pattering on the sycamore leaves, a warm atmosphere enveloped everyone's naked bodies.

My sister-in-law rested her face on my lap and asked, "Do you enjoy watching your wife have sex with other men?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

She said, "He does too," referring to Brother Yuan.

My sister-in-law's question was excellent, immediately clarifying a vague feeling I had. I do indeed enjoy watching my wife being fucked. I like seeing her facial expressions during sex; I like hearing her moans; I like seeing her body writhe from side to side during orgasm; I like hearing the sounds of her flesh being pounded; and I especially like seeing her thick labia minora enveloping a large penis. I like these things more than I like having sex with other women.

How did this mentality develop? I think it might be because I've been with too many women; or it might be "karma." An old saying goes, "He who commits adultery with another man's wife will eventually have his wife defiled by another man." This must be God's will.

What goes around comes around.

From a young age, I was definitely not a good kid in the eyes of my teachers. My high school English teacher, in front of the whole class before my college entrance exam, called me "hopeless," meaning I had no future. Back then, I was just a free-spirited student, not the kind of well-behaved student teachers preferred. My childhood, devoid of adversity and hardship, fostered a capricious lifestyle; my mind was unstructured, and my actions boundless. At that time, a very good friend's wife was incredibly sexy and to my liking, yet I slept with his first love. I think this was a curse I sowed, and now I'm reaping the consequences.

I admire Taoist philosophy—going with the flow, emphasizing a carefree life, accepting what can be accepted, and letting go of what can be let go. I don't agree with Confucianism, the Cheng-Zhu school of Neo-Confucianism, the idea of preserving heavenly principles and eliminating human desires. I'm just an ordinary person, not aspiring to be a sage or a king; I simply seek to breathe like nature, creating more happiness for myself and my family.

I believe this is a higher level of understanding of life.

Brother Yuan was too gentlemanly, not rough at all, not to my wife's liking. My wife, helpless, held his not-very-hard, not-very-big penis, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She had no choice but to lie between his legs and perform oral sex, hoping he would get an erection soon. My sister-in-law came over to help, and the two women, with their buttocks sticking out, took turns giving me oral sex, which greatly aroused me. I got up, grabbed my wife's round, white buttocks, and inserted my penis into them. I fucked my wife for a while, then fucked my sister-in-law for a while. When I was fucking my sister-in-law, I used my fingers to penetrate my wife, and when I was fucking my wife, I touched my sister-in-law's vagina. Under this visual stimulation, Brother Yuan finally got an erection again. I saw him scramble up, turn my wife over, and push her down on the bed. He quickly inserted his penis into my wife's vagina and started thrusting rapidly. Before two minutes had passed, just as my wife started moaning, he yelled, his whole body froze, and his facial expression, which was a grimacing grin, also froze. This expression really did look like Mr. Bean.

Actually, men and women are the same; the most comfortable expression is often the one of pain.

That night, we went on and off, and before we knew it, dawn was breaking. I ejaculated about four or five times, and my sister-in-law said she couldn't take it anymore. We suggested going home to sleep, and they didn't try to stop us too much.

Back home, at my wife's insistence, we did it again.

A week later, Brother Yuan and his wife invited us again, but my wife didn't want to go, saying she'd burst out laughing. Last time, when Brother Yuan was penetrating her, she had to hold back her laughter, saying that seeing him reminded her of Mr. Bean.

How are you now? Mr. Bean.

[The End]

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