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One night in May 2019, it was already 2 a.m., and I was still working hard on the morning paper when someone
messaged me. A very polite guy, C, clearly explained his purpose. It turned out that C and his wife, D, were also looking for
suitable single men for a blind date. After a short half-hour conversation, C felt that my ideals and conditions
were similar to those of the single men he was looking for, so he readily arranged a blind date.
It was settled in just half an hour, and when C logged off, I was still a little dizzy. How could such a good thing come
knocking on my door? Because C and D weren't bad at all! Usually, single men are a little worried about these sudden invitations, especially
in the middle of the night, especially since I'm a rather calculating single man. Naturally, I would suspect it was
some kind of prank by an online friend. So, in the days leading up to a blind date, I was always anxious and uncertain, sometimes too excited to sleep, sometimes
too anxious to sleep. Is this how all single men feel before a blind date?
Finally, the day I'd been waiting for arrived. I arrived near the agreed-upon location early, but C, due to traffic
and needing to go home to pick up his wife D, had texted me beforehand saying he'd be a little late. Feeling tense and anxious,
I decided to go for a walk and look at some pretty girls to ease my mind.
Anyone who's ever waited for an online meeting knows how agonizing the
wait is. After what felt like an eternity despite being short, C and D had already arrived at the Motor. When I entered the garage
, I saw C's car. It was the kind of car only my vice president drives; just that special
license plate alone was worth more than two months' salary!
The long-awaited truth was finally about to be revealed. I took a deep breath and walked
upstairs , deliberately making my footsteps louder to give C and D a heads-up.
Upon reaching the upstairs entryway, I saw a pair of men's shoes and a pair of black stiletto heels
, each about four inches high, with a glossy, deep color. A row of rhinestones adorned the heels,
adding to their luxurious feel. The shoes were elegant and sophisticated, and the glossy black color exuded a noble, mysterious sexiness. The woman who chose these shoes must have excellent
taste, and imagining her own long, alluring legs, I thought. I took another deep breath
, turned, and went into the room…
I immediately saw C and D. C was busy on the phone, probably discussing work, while D
politely smiled and greeted me before hiding behind C. After I put my bag down and officially
met the couple, I took a closer look at them. Although the lighting in the motel was dim, I could still
tell that C was a handsome and refined-looking young man. Even I, who usually considers myself refined,
looked more like a page than C, who had the air of a scholarly nobleman.
As for D, she had a strikingly beautiful face and long, wavy brown hair styled
in a princess updo, which made her look charming without being vulgar. D wore a white wool print print short
dress , the hem slightly tapered and gathered below her hips, barely covering her shapely buttocks. She wasn't wearing anything below her hips
, revealing her long, beautiful legs. Because the dress was so short, you could almost see
her legs from the crotch down, making them appear even longer and more slender. When D sat elegantly on the sofa, you could almost
see her underwear.
If M is a tender, crisp, and fragrant green apple on a tree, eager to be picked, then D is a ripe
, sweet, and juicy peach, bursting with flavor at the slightest touch, making one want to carefully cherish it
in their palm.
We chatted on the sofa with the couple, and to ease the atmosphere, I took the initiative to share some
amusing anecdotes from previous social gatherings. We quickly became engrossed in conversation. C is a very talkative friend, and
we often found ourselves sharing similar thoughts, which I suppose is why we met today!
D, on the other hand, was like a demure young wife, nestled close to C, quietly listening to our conversation, occasionally offering a
gentle smile or softly answering my questions, like a well-mannered
lady from a respectable family. C and D modestly claimed to be a couple my age, but looking at them, you really couldn't tell they were over
thirty, especially D. Give her a book and walk around campus; she'd look like a well-dressed graduate student.
Seeing this perfect couple, I really felt like I'd used up all my luck with romance for the entire year to get a date with them
.
After we washed up, C dimmed the lights, leaving only the blue LED floor lamps casting a soft
glow in the darkness. The room suddenly transformed from its previous liveliness to a dim and quiet atmosphere, as if something naughty was about to happen
. An atmosphere that stirred up desire slowly spread without us even realizing it.
C asked me to lie down on the bed first and generously asked D to "service" my penis. Shouldn't I be serving the girl first
? D obediently knelt down beside me in a puppy-dog pose, elegantly tucking her long hair behind her ear before
gently licking the head of my penis with her tongue. D first used the tip of her tongue to circle the entire head, then moved up and down between the urethral opening, with
just the right amount of pressure—not so gentle as to lose the sensation of contact, nor so heavy as to cause pain. At that moment, I really felt
that D must have been well-trained.
At this moment, besides watching D's beautiful face turned to the side as she diligently licked my testicles, I also saw D's slender
waist and high, beautiful buttocks swaying slightly in the air as C teased her nipples with his fingers; D's skirt
could no longer cover her buttocks, and her long, shapely legs, bent at the knees, were completely exposed from her inner thighs to her ankles...
Normally, seeing those beautiful legs on the street would probably make countless passersby drool, but now this hot girl,
less than half an hour after we met, was kneeling in front of me, diligently using her little mouth to please me, a stranger. The feeling in my heart at that moment
could only be described as "fuck"—it felt so good, like being an emperor!
"Sister-in-law's mouth is really amazing, it's made me so hard!"
"I told you, little D's mouth is incredible!"
D seemed to hear our praise and seemed to work even harder, just like a
good child who works hard when given candy.
After C finished her finger work, she directly took off D's white dress, revealing D's entire
blue lingerie set. D's bra had a very good push-up effect; although it was only a C cup, it looked like it was definitely more.
The blue petal lace bra sculpted D's figure even more fully, and the deep cleavage made one want to touch it.
Inserting it made her 24-inch waist appear even slimmer, truly
a perfect wife with a beautiful bust, slender waist, and perky buttocks!
When D removed her lingerie, her small, jade-like nipples and rounded breasts looked even more
mysterious and alluring under the blue light. At this moment, D knelt on the bed, and C and I, without prior arrangement, each began to enjoy
D's beautiful breasts with our hands and mouths. D's breasts had a faint body fragrance different from shower gel, which could be smelled as soon as you got close; moreover,
the skin of D's breasts was delicate and smooth, with a touch like fine silk.
As we were enjoying our work, my hand began to explore D's clitoris. D's vulva seemed
small , only about the width of a finger when I first touched it. However, after a few rounds of caressing and teasing, her hips
involuntarily wiggled, and her opening began to gush wet. D responded by becoming equally wet and began to
moan softly...
In this way, under the multi-sensory stimulation of sight, smell, touch, and hearing, it wasn't long before C pushed D down to lie
flat . Then it was my turn to serve D. I lay between D's legs and first observed D's vulva. It was indeed
as narrow as I had guessed, and even the skin around her vulva had a faint fragrance, making me want to get
closer and smell it more. I gently adjusted D's position and then used my hand to help spread her labia. It was my turn to repay D with my tongue.
I first lightly touched D's clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then gently swept it back and forth like drawing lines, and
finally began to lick it extensively all over, returning to the clitoris and licking it rapidly. D's pleasure seemed to
build layer by layer with my advances. As I licked her clitoris rapidly, D's body convulsed, and her cries
rose and fell in an indistinguishable, increasingly louder tone...
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah..." The cries that sounded like a baby's wailing suddenly turned into long,
drawn-out moans. I think D had reached her first climax of the day.
After resting, C had D get up and lie on top of me again, sucking and swallowing. Then C himself
began to thrust his penis between D's high, round buttocks. Attacked from both sides, D quickly reached pleasure. With my penis in her mouth, she
continued to moan softly and comfortably.
Seeing C's satisfied expression, I believed he was also pleased to see his wife so busy with both,
so I automatically started moving up and down, my penis moving in and out of D's mouth. I couldn't see her expression, but I
imagined she was enjoying it with a mix of pain and pleasure!
Then we had D change positions, letting her service C's penis, while my penis began
to work between D's thighs. At this moment, time seemed to slow down considerably. I deliberately slowed down the frequency of my thrusts and
began to carefully caress and admire D's entire body curves. The beautiful skin on D's back was as smooth as her breasts, her 24-inch
waist was without an ounce of fat, and as her full, round buttocks spread open to allow me to enter and exit, her waist appeared even more delicate and slender
.
Looking down at his own hard penis relentlessly thrusting in and out of her tight, wet vagina, the sight stimulated
him, making it swell and grow even larger. His penis, aroused, thrust even harder, forcing D to pause repeatedly to perform oral sex on C,
panting and looking down. That graceful figure, paired with those long, beautiful legs, was practically a carbon copy of Milk Girl
… That's when I realized that only nerdy guys fantasize about Milk Girl's figure, while successful men like C
sleep with wives like Milk Girl every night.
(C: "Who's Milk Girl? Can she compare to my wife?")
A woman like Milk Girl isn't just a pretty girl; the woman beneath me, her beautiful buttocks raised high, constantly responding to my
penis , occasionally moaning softly, is a married woman! Being able to effortlessly have sex with a campus beauty
—isn't that every man's dream? A beautiful woman with these qualities, a charming married woman, and the ability
to have sex with her in front of her husband—this scene fulfilled all the lewd fantasies of men. The excitement of sex
was so intense it felt like it was bursting out of my head!
It's not just about rapid, forceful thrusting that satisfies sexual desire; this slow, gentle sex can also bring
complete liberation to both the body and mind. The three of us moved at different frequencies, and in the
dimly lit room, accompanied by D's soft moans and the men's exclamations, our movements unconsciously blended into a harmonious rhythm
. The melody, broken and intermittent, scattered in the dim space, composed a seductive, erotic blue erotic provocation.
Afterwards, I suggested that C slightly brighten the lights so we could better appreciate D's curves.
C generously gave me all the time. After D lay down on the bed, I began thrusting my penis back and forth between
her vagina and vagina. D's vagina was really tight, and her vaginal opening was shallow. Even a little deep penetration was too much for her,
so I had to slowly and gently insert it first, planning for the future. Looking directly at D's beautiful face while having sex with her was definitely
a different kind of stimulation. Looking at D face-to-face, I felt even more attracted to her beauty!
Indeed, there's a saying, "Nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing's better than your sister-in-law!" Watching her beneath me
, her eyes glazed over, her fingers tightly clasped around mine, her soft moans rising and falling with my thrusts, it was as if
I were the master controlling her pleasure, her irreplaceable sovereign. Meanwhile, C, aside from occasionally lighting a cigarette,
sometimes smiling and watching, sometimes gently holding D's small hand in comfort, sometimes putting his penis in D's mouth to enjoy,
didn't let D rest at all.
Finally, C proudly asked D to demonstrate her cowgirl riding technique. It was karma; I'd just been riding
her, and now D was riding me. D's hips were truly amazing, moving like an electric motor without
stopping, and her stamina was incredible. The pleasurable sensation of my penis being tightly gripped and moved made me
move up and down in rhythm with her hips. This riding style almost sent me to heaven!
"My wife's ass is amazing, isn't it? She's practiced this move for a long time; I always fail when I try!" C
chuckled, seeing me nearly climaxing.
The dim, yellowish light cast our shadows on the wall. A faint smell of tobacco mixed with the scent of bodily fluids filled
the
air. D's shy, alluring moans changed frequency... Watching the shadows on the wall,
my hands caressing the married woman's beautiful breasts, the feeling of reality and illusion intertwined, creating an indescribable sense of indulgence. This is
a kind of depravity that deviates from morality and ignores ethics, but there is no burden in the heart. The little bit of guilt that remains
is transformed into the pleasure of intercourse that keeps accumulating.
The point of going out is to have fun, and we both understood that very well. Our clothes were not only for warmth and
social interaction, but also invisible shackles. Only by shedding these pretenses, closing the door, and
facing each other naked in bed could we rediscover our most natural human impulses and enjoy the most primal sex without restraint.
When the motel's phone rang, we put our clothes back on, as if returning from a primitive world to
civilized society, impeccably dressed and courteous, yet deep down we were still savoring the
endless pleasure we had just experienced. Stepping out of the motel, the beasts of the past were once again shackled, entering the jungle of morality, awaiting
the next liberation.
Postscript:
When D finally got out of bed, her legs were completely weak, and C had to help her to wash up.
I believe the whole process was satisfactory for D! Afterwards, C told me that D was very satisfied with my gentle treatment and
constant, considerate inquiries about her feelings, which made her feel respected and loved.
C said that seeing his usually conservative and dignified wife licking him without any hesitation and spreading her legs for him
to penetrate , he was deeply aroused by such a lewd and wanton scene... This is probably
why C wanted me to serve his wife together!

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