I remember that true story, the first time I saw my wife's body.

Reflecting on that special experience four years ago in the quiet of the night, I realize that in today's society, it wouldn't seem so extraordinary. What's special is that a few years later, I married one of the girls from that experience. Many coincidences led to this marriage, a happy one. Believe it or not, we trust and love each other deeply now. Our unique cultural environment makes it difficult to maintain sincerity. I'm not a moralist; I'm saying this to encourage readers to be more objective. Just because you can't understand something doesn't mean it's fake. For example, when a new Ferrari comes out, oil tycoons buy every color. I can't understand this behavior because I know I don't have the financial means to comprehend their consumer mentality, but I won't say it's fake. People should be more objective.
Looking back on the four years I've known my wife, three years of dating, and two years of marriage, it's been a long and difficult journey. She truly is the person I love most. Growing up in a privileged family environment, she naturally has a touch of willfulness and capriciousness, but she also inherited her family's noble and elegant demeanor. She always appears graceful and poised in appropriate situations. Our relationship has been on and off, and many times it tormented me to the point of wanting to give up. Only those who have experienced similar joys and sorrows can truly understand the complexities of our relationship. Our meeting was quite unusual. The first time I saw her body was when I witnessed her passionate encounter with another man. Even after all these years, the thought of that intense and sensual scene still excites me. Often, during sex, I'm accompanied by these memories as I thrust heavily into her body, reaching an unparalleled climax. Now, I invite those who understand this complex and conflicted relationship to join me in recalling this extraordinary process. Forget about writing style; I hope to use simple, straightforward language to truthfully record everything.
In July 2007, I went to Lijiang on business. I had recently broken up with my ex-girlfriend and was enjoying the fresh and carefree feeling of being single again. After finishing my business, I contacted some of my classmates and friends in Lijiang. Naturally, we had a hearty meal and drank heavily. Among this group, I'll introduce one of them, a Tibetan. He was about 27 or 28 at the time, taller than me, around 177 or 178 cm. But he wasn't the stereotypical burly type. Apart from his dark complexion, he had a very delicate appearance and a slender build. He was the kind of handsome man women would consider standard. He had a genuine Tibetan temperament, very rugged and bold. He was about my age but was already married with a child of 3 or 4 years old. I'll call him ZF from now on. Actually, we weren't very close back in school. He happened to be in Lijiang on business from Zhongdian. Since we were the only two out-of-towners, my friends arranged for us to stay at a 4-star hotel that night. Probably because there were no rooms available, I got a double room, and ZF stayed in a standard room next door.
The next day at noon, ZF knocked on the door and woke me up for lunch. At a small restaurant next to the hotel, before the food even arrived, ZF opened a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and wanted to drink again. I'm not a small drinker; I'd down at least a pound of strong liquor the day before, not counting beer. I was really dizzy but didn't want to spoil his fun, so I joined him for a few more drinks. While we were drinking, I noticed two girls at a table diagonally to my side. Facing me was a girl with a ponytail, delicate and shy features. Her light-colored tank top made her breasts appear quite full, and her white thighs peeked out from under her shorts. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her eyes were wandering; perhaps she just had naturally alluring eyes. I'll call her Qingqing. During that period, I was particularly attracted to women with that kind of figure and look. I couldn't help but stare for a while. ZF noticed, turned around, and, being naturally straightforward and emboldened by alcohol, didn't even ask me anything before turning around and chatting with the two girls. I don't remember what they said, but I remember the woman with her back to me, her wavy hair flowing, turning around and smiling at me. I will never forget that charming smile. That's my wife now.
She's probably around 162 or 163 cm tall, thinner and taller than Qingqing, about 166 cm. I remember that the situation was roughly that my wife and the other girl had finished eating and were about to leave, but ZF, drunk and acting crazy, insisted that they eat with us a little longer. His heavy Tibetan accent and his teasing remarks made the two girls laugh frequently. But I guess the reason they didn't leave was mostly because ZF was handsome. Seeing that the two girls were determined not to drink, I stood up to smooth things over, saying that I couldn't drink either, that it was the middle of the day and we didn't care, and that they were tourists, so we shouldn't bother them, etc. ZF didn't say much and let them go. Before leaving, he insisted that my wife and the girls leave their phone numbers, saying he wanted to be their tour guide. I remember giving it to ZF, but later my wife said it was fake. Whether it was true or not, we didn't call anyway. A few more friends arrived and dragged us to take a bath. They even arranged two girls for each of us. This atmosphere of drinking and debauchery in a foreign place probably set the stage for what happened later... Actually, when I first met my wife, I only remembered that her smile was very sweet and she was pretty, but when I thought about her, I thought more about her friend Qingqing's alluring figure... Then we drank more, basically never sober. Two days passed like this. ZF and I were always having fun, and after a few days, we were naturally much closer than we were at school.
On the third day, two days after meeting my wife, I was hanging out at a friend's shop near Sifang Street in the afternoon when ZF called out to me loudly from afar. When I went over, I saw he had caught up with Qingqing and my wife again, this time with two more girls, making a total of four. Anyone who's been to Lijiang knows that the old town is quite small, so bumping into each other is normal. (I later learned that they were a group of more than ten people from Kunming; the others had gone to Zhongdian, now Shangri-La, while my wife and her friends stayed in Lijiang because they found the journey too bumpy.) Now that he wasn't drinking, ZF was in good spirits. A master at flirting, he used his good looks and witty remarks to make the four girls laugh heartily. I joked, "I'm not bad looking either; I've always been popular with women." That day, Qingqing was wearing a pink tank top and hot pants, her small, fair, and shapely feet in flip-flops were beautiful. Her breasts and thighs were still prominent, her buttocks were round, perky, and wide, and the curve between her thighs was fantastic—a very S-shaped figure. My wife still had her hair loose and wavy, and wore a plaid, wide-waisted long skirt, but the kind you wear underneath with 7/8 lace black tights. This outfit was more cute than sexy. To be honest, I wasn't really into girls like my wife at the time.
After some arguing, the four girls agreed that we two would accompany them shopping and taking pictures. We strolled around the old town until after 8 pm. The other two girls had to leave, leaving just my wife, ZF, and Qingqing. Sometimes relationships between strangers are so subtle. In just one afternoon, Qingqing and I had become quite familiar, always walking together. After the other two girls left, ZF naturally became closer to my wife, almost like two couples. We all said we were hungry, so we skipped dinner and went straight to barbecue. The two girls had beer, and ZF and I drank baijiu (Chinese liquor). After a few drinks, we talked more. Qingqing and I, and my wife and ZF, got even closer. Before we even finished eating, the two girls started clamoring to go dancing at a slow bar, which we were naturally more than happy to oblige. At the bar, we drank quite a bit more. My wife and Qingqing were both excellent dancers, incredibly alluring, attracting many people who tried to flirt with them. But as soon as they saw we were from their table, they would quickly disappear. A few minor incidents occurred, but they're irrelevant to this story, so I won't go into detail. My alcohol tolerance isn't as high as ZF's, and I was probably quite tipsy at that point. While dancing with Qingqing, my hands were groping her body. ZF, however, was really into the dance, taking off his shirt and getting into a frenzy with the DJ on stage. My wife later said she saw me put my hand inside Qingqing's pants and touch her butt, which aroused her. I don't really remember, but let's just say it happened. Anyway, everyone was having a lot of fun. I also vaguely remember seeing ZF rolling around on the sofa with my wife in his arms for a while; heaven knows what his hands were doing.
It was at least 2 or 3 in the morning when we left the bar. Maybe it was our arrangement, or maybe no one said anything, but anyway, a friend took the four of us to our hotel. I remember my wife didn't seem too drunk, but Qingqing was shouting and laughing, completely different from her usual reserved and shy self when she was sober. My wife, Qingqing, and I went into the hotel first, while ZF was outside hugging the friend who brought us, talking incoherently. At that moment, I was really confused. I overheard my wife saying that she and Qingqing were going to a double room, and ZF and I were going to a standard room. I didn't object at all. I went into the standard room and fell asleep. In my hazy state, I felt a group of people burst into the room. Looking up in the dim light, I saw ZF dragging two girls in, one in each hand. Later, my wife told me that ZF knocked on their door and forcibly pulled them in, saying he wanted to continue drinking.
ZF blocked the doorway. Seeing she couldn't escape, Qingqing climbed onto the bed near the door, saying she wouldn't drink anymore, that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep. Her wife, sitting on the sofa, said, "Bring the wine, let's drink!" I saw ZF leap onto the bed where Qingqing was lying, landing heavily on her round, upturned bottom with a slap (it was really hard), saying, "Don't sleep!" The force of the impact and the slap nearly sent Qingqing tumbling off the bed. Startled and in pain, and already drunk, she started whimpering, almost crying. I quickly jumped over and hugged her, saying, "Damn it, don't bully my woman!" After comforting her for a while, I suddenly heard some strange noises. Turning around, I saw ZF, shirtless, in the dim light of a floor lamp and a silent TV, kissing my wife while one hand was on the sofa (the kind with two armrests) and the other holding her head. I watched... I had already aroused while coaxing Qingqing earlier, and now it exploded. I grabbed her, slipped my hand inside her collar, and squeezed and kneaded her breasts. I pressed my lips to hers. Qingqing initially tried to pull my hand away, but perhaps noticing the change, her resistance gradually faded. To be honest,
I still had reservations at that point, because I was starting to consider spending time with Qingqing. Who knew it would escalate like this? I pulled the blanket over her before touching her body under the covers. She was indeed very voluptuous, to describe her in one word: rounded. It seemed like you couldn't find any bones, but she didn't look fat at all. Her breasts were even larger than they appeared, with a shape somewhat like papaya breasts. Her areolas were large, soft, and smooth. Her buttocks were beautiful, full, and perky, incredibly fleshy. I peeked into the corner a few times, and what was funny was that, apart from the fact that the man was shirtless, their clothes were almost completely intact, and they were still kissing. There were also voices mixed in, but I couldn't hear them clearly. Later, I asked my wife, and she said she didn't remember either. She only remembered calling my name and saying, "XX, how dare you bully Qingqing!" (in dialect). Perhaps it was because Qingqing kept saying things like, "What are you doing? Don't mess with me!"—things that sounded like flirting. I
somewhat forcibly pulled down Qingqing's underwear. I remember she said something that almost made me laugh: "Don't do this, don't do this, let's go to the next room." That was practically a yes. While I was enjoying her two firm breasts and rubbing her thighs and clitoris, I didn't think about going to the next room. Maybe I was just hoping for some kind of stimulation. During this time, Qingqing kept twisting and turning, saying no, no, but her lower body was overflowing with lust. She kept turning to look at my wives in the corner. Qingqing's genitals were very beautiful, with just the right amount of hair. At the time, I was looking at the two of them in the corner. Perhaps because the light was too dim, and they were still in the same position and fully clothed, I gradually stopped looking. I remember suddenly feeling a bright light, and when I looked up, I saw that ZF had turned on the bedside lamp on his side (by the window). The light immediately became much brighter. On the bed next to him, I didn't know when, but my wife had already been undressed completely. My wife was lying flat on her back with her legs spread apart. Perhaps because of the sudden light, she covered her head and face with one arm and pulled the blanket over herself with the other. ZF was kneeling between my wife's legs, one hand preventing her from covering herself with the blanket, and the other hand holding his long penis, rubbing and slapping the glans against my wife's labia. Later, my wife said that ZF had also undressed her under the blanket first, and then suddenly lifted the blanket and turned on the light.
This was the first time I saw my wife completely naked. She had fairer skin than Qingqing, and a more slender figure. Lying flat, her breasts, being firm, didn't appear small (she wore a 34B bra at the time). She didn't have much pubic hair. Because I was with another beauty beneath me, I didn't observe her closely. I just remember ZF rubbing and slapping her genitals with his glans for a while. I'd had experience with several people in one room before, with hostesses or sauna technicians, but this was my first time. I remember being incredibly excited, climbing on top of Qingqing, and penetrating her in a similar position to theirs under the covers. Qingqing's "no, no" turned into moaning and groaning. ZF's penis wasn't thick but was long, with a relatively large glans. Later, my wife said that when she held it with both hands, the tip was still showing. My penis, though not long, felt thicker than his. After a while of doing it with Qingqing under the covers, perhaps because it was too inconvenient to move, or perhaps because it was too hot, we were both sweating so much that the sheets were soaked. Plus, I kept hearing my wife's muffled moans coming from next to us. Suddenly, I got up and threw off the covers. Qingqing cried out and jumped up, hugging my neck. I held Qingqing and continued thrusting, turning my head to look to the side. At that moment, ZF was also watching us. He was kneeling, holding one of my wife's ankles high with one hand, and supporting himself on the bed with the other. Because one of her legs was raised, my wife's body was slightly turned towards me. From this angle, I could clearly see ZF's penis going in and out of my wife's vagina. My wife was moaning with her eyes closed, her face showing pain. Every now and then, she would clench her lips with each thrust. I still remember this scene very clearly. After a while, I lifted Qingqing's thighs and stood up, letting her hang in the air on my penis as I continued. ZF laughed and copied me, picking up my wife and standing up. We stood there, heads turned, looking at each other's women, standing on the two beds, each holding one of the girls and having sex with her. We did it for a while. ZF, like me, preferred the rear-entry position. After that, it seemed like he mostly used the rear-entry position with my wife. Sometimes we were both standing, sometimes he stood and made my wife kneel on the bed. ZF was also quite sadistic and funny; I laughed several times because of what he said. Maybe that's why it lasted so long. I remember one time, I used my signature move with Qingqing, where we were both standing, the woman bent over with her hands on the ground, and I pulled her buttocks from behind and penetrated her. Because of the stimulation, I mumbled some lewd things like "I'll fuck you to death," and Qingqing suddenly coughed for some reason. ZF, who was next to me, suddenly said, "Qingqing, xx's cock is hitting your lungs, that's incredible!" His distinctive Tibetan accent made it particularly funny. Another time, Qingqing was riding on top of me, swaying back and forth, when she suddenly playfully punched my chest and said, "Where are you two dogs? You tricked us into acting in an adult film!" This made us all laugh. Laughter slightly reduced my lust, and I could go on for half a day.
I don't know how to describe this process properly; actually, my memory isn't very coherent. I'll just mention a few of the most memorable scenes, starting with Qingqing. One was when Qingqing was asleep and I was kneeling between her legs, holding her hands, watching my cock rapidly going in and out of her vagina, causing her large labia to flip in and out, her two breasts bouncing violently like two water balloons. I also remember holding her legs wide apart with both hands, so I could admire her beautiful legs while I was having sex with her. Qingqing's legs were very beautiful, with round, fleshy thighs and delicately curved calves. There was also Qingqing kneeling, and me looking at her hourglass figure from behind, pinching her big buttocks and slamming them against me, or slapping them a few times and watching her fleshy buttocks ripple like water. Then I would ejaculate first, shooting onto Qingqing's pubic hair.
But I remember my wife and her boyfriend even more vividly. There are three scenes that stand out in my memory.
First, there was a time when the government... I don't know how, but the two of them were standing between the two beds, and the government was behind them, holding my wife's hands and penetrating her. At that time, I was penetrating Qingqing, looking at them. My wife's figure was actually very good too; her buttocks and breasts weren't as big as Qingqing's, but my wife had a great waist, round yet slender, and her buttocks weren't big but very fleshy. Her peach-shaped breasts were firm, and they still are. I'm about to take a picture of her; you'll see when you see it that I'm not lying. My wife's bouncing breasts were only a few dozen centimeters away from me. Although I really wanted to, I didn't touch them. Suddenly, my husband let go of my wife's hand, and she immediately put her hand on our bed. Her hand seemed to intentionally or unintentionally grab the spot on Qingqing's arm near her breast, and she didn't let go, as if she was feeling the friction of Qingqing's bouncing breasts. (Later, I asked her, and she said that she did want to touch Qingqing's breasts at the time, but she was too embarrassed). At that moment, it felt like a foursome was about to begin, but a few seconds later, my husband pulled my wife back onto their bed.
Second, the second scene that left a deep impression was when my wife's legs were closed, and he was straddling her thighs, thrusting between her legs. My husband even got up and put his penis, which was covered in semen, to my wife's mouth, but she didn't want to perform oral sex, so he slapped his penis on my wife's pretty face and mouth a few times.
Thirdly, another thing that left a deep impression was that after I ejaculated, I lay on top of Qingqing watching them do it. My wife was kneeling on the bed, facing our direction, and ZF was behind her, holding her neck and shoulders from behind, thrusting into her at a very fast speed. My wife's neck and shoulders were held down, and her head was raised to face me, her eyebrows furrowed, and as ZF's speed increased, her small mouth formed a big "O" shape, making a howling sound like "Oh~~~~ Oh~~~". Later, I asked her if that was an orgasm, and she said no, it was probably because ZF was thrusting into her uterus so painfully that she did that. My wife's vagina isn't deep. She later said that the government's penis was too long, and any movement could reach her cervix. She doesn't like being penetrated too deeply, so although it was very stimulating that day, she only had one orgasm. This was because Qingqing and I went to shower, and she thought no one was watching, so she felt relaxed. (I say "thought" because after showering with Qingqing, I came out first and stood in the hallway watching for a while; they were kneeling on the bed with their backs to me, unaware I was watching.) At that time, the government was grabbing my wife's hair with one hand and slapping her buttocks hard with the other, cursing, "I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you slut." My wife is most easily stimulated by this kind of near-rape-like stimulation during sex, so she had an orgasm then. Watching my wife being fucked so hard, trembling and making muffled howls that sounded almost like crying, it was like being in an adult film. And when the government pulled out his penis, my wife was lying on the sheets, her long legs spread wide, her body trembling—that sight immediately made my penis hard again. That first time, they lasted twice as long as me, about an hour or so. But my quality was high; ZF, on the other hand, would go at it intensely for a while, then chat and joke around to distract himself—he's a pro. ZF ejaculated inside my wife's vagina this time, and she later said she was actually quite angry. She even had to take medication the next day. Oh, and my wife also mentioned that what she found most exciting was seeing Qingqing lying on her stomach with her big ass sticking out while I was fucking her from behind. I was thrusting very fast, and Qingqing, lying on the bed, was twisted towards her, gripping the sheets, her eyes rolling back, her breasts swaying wildly. She said Qingqing didn't even moan then; she felt like Qingqing was about to be fucked to death, which she found very exciting.
After they finished, Qingqing had showered and was lying in my arms. ZF had only said a few words, and before I could even finish answering, he was already snoring! Haha. I was exhausted. In my drowsy state, I heard my wife get up to take a shower. I woke up around 10 a.m. the next day. Qingqing was still asleep, and ZF was still asleep in the bed next to us. But my wife wasn't in bed. I got up and knocked on the door next to us. It turned out that after taking a shower, she didn't want to sleep in the bed where she had made love, so she went to the double room next door. My wife got up, opened the door, and went back to bed, saying that it wasn't okay and she had to go back to bed. I couldn't sleep. Thinking about the erotic experience of yesterday, I felt like I was in a dream. Sitting on the sofa in her room, playing on my phone, I felt a bit conflicted. It seemed like I was hoping something would happen between my wife and me. A little while later, ZF knocked on the door. He came in and chuckled, asking if I was harassing his woman. I said yes, yes, and what were you doing when my woman was in your room? I then went back to the next room. Seeing that Qingqing hadn't gotten up yet, I shook her awake and said it was time to eat. She said her head hurt too much and she had to sleep a little longer. Bored, I lay down next to her to kill time, imagining what was going on in the next room. Finally, I couldn't resist getting up and knocking on the next door. ZF opened the door, completely naked with a wicked grin. I went in and saw my wife sleeping soundly with her face turned inward, seemingly without any problems. Later, my wife told me that ZF wanted to have sex with her as soon as I left. She couldn't resist him, so she told him to go wash up. After she finished washing up, she had just given ZF oral sex when I knocked on the door.
I said, "You two are having sex again. Damn it, you don't even need to eat." ZF laughed and said, "If we don't eat, we'll eat her." He then turned into the blanket and stirred things around. My wife laughed loudly. I went up and pulled back the blanket. ZF was pinching and kissing my wife's breasts. My wife was only wearing underwear, and her two beautiful legs were kicking wildly as she laughed, seemingly trying to cover up the embarrassment of being seen by two men while she was sober. I sat back on the sofa and watched them. ZF was clearly very eager to perform, and it seemed like he was more excited watching me. After a while, he climbed on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of her chest, and put his penis in her mouth. My wife twisted her head a few times, but still opened her mouth for him to put it in. He started using this position to penetrate my wife's mouth like he was having sex. I was incredibly hard watching, but I was too embarrassed to do anything. I got up and went to the toilet. After urinating for a while, I thought about it and washed my genitals. (Later, my wife said that I must have planned to have sex with her with ZF, otherwise I wouldn't have washed my genitals beforehand. I think that's probably what I was thinking at the time, or at least I was looking forward to it, haha.) When I came out after putting on my shorts, they had changed positions again. This time, ZF was standing on the bed, and my wife was still wearing her underwear, kneeling in front of her and sucking his long penis. From my angle, I will never forget this scene. I sat back down on the sofa and continued to watch. After a while, ZF pulled his wife up and started with her lying flat on top of him. After a few moments, he turned her over and intentionally or unintentionally adjusted her so that she was almost facing me. He then started having sex with her from behind, pinching her buttocks. His wife's moans were noticeably less loud than yesterday. She frowned, closed her eyes, and groaned as she endured the impact from behind. ZF probably noticed that my wife seemed to be holding back, so he deliberately thrust hard a few times from behind. My wife groaned and tilted her head back. ZF tossed his head at me and said, "See? You can't take it anymore. Come here and let me touch my wife." My wife reached out and slapped his thigh, yelling, "Who's your wife? You two dead men!" I chuckled and stepped forward, wanting to hit her but afraid she would get angry. I just patted her head and said, "Brother can't hold back anymore, help me out." My wife burst out laughing again. I took the opportunity to boldly reach down and pinch her breast. ZF started thrusting hard from behind again. While touching my wife's breast, I pulled down my pants, both inside and out, and was about to put them to my wife's mouth when Qingqing knocked rapidly and loudly at the door. Calling my wife's name, I quickly pulled up my pants and went to open the door. Qingqing came in, looking cold and a little annoyed. She glanced at my wife, who was lying on the bed, covered with a blanket and sweating profusely. My wife seemed shy, pretending to be asleep with her head turned inwards. Qingqing looked at me again and said, "You two have gone too far." Sensing the change in atmosphere, I chuckled and said, "Who told you not to get up?" I then pushed and pulled her back to the next room and onto the bed. After a while, Qingqing asked, "What were you doing just now?" I said we were chatting, but she didn't believe me. I said they were having sex, and I was watching. Qingqing sighed and said, "How could we do this?" I comforted her, saying, "We're on vacation, relax and don't overthink it. Besides, I really like you." Qingqing didn't say anything, but I was thinking about how I almost had sex with my wife earlier, and I was really disappointed. A while later, the government knocked on the door again. As soon as he entered, he winked at me, signaling me to come over. At that moment, I still liked Qingqing more; it was a complicated feeling. But I actually went to the next room. I knew what that meant. When I came in, my wife was sitting on the bed, covered by the blanket, smoking. She looked at me with a half-smile. I asked, "Are you done? You didn't even wait for me." My wife said in a cocky tone, "No, we didn't. He's going to mess with your wife." I jumped onto the bed, pulled under the covers, and hugged her, saying, "Is this the legendary 'sex'?" My wife put on her signature smile and asked about Qingqing. I said, "She's fine, very fine." I squeezed her breasts, wanting to kiss her since it was my first time doing this. I felt a little pressured, as if she was covered in the government's saliva. My wife noticed my hesitation and told me to carry her to take a shower. Just then, Qingqing called. My wife kept saying "uh-huh" and "haha" to her. I couldn't guess what they were talking about. Later, I asked my wife, and she said she didn't remember. She said it was something like Qingqing told her that the government wanted to have sex with her.
While showering, I tried to make small talk. My wife didn't say much, so I said, "If Qingqing hadn't knocked on the door, would you have given me oral sex?" She said, "Guess." I said, "I've never had a threesome." My wife slapped my chest and said, "You think I've? Damn, you guys have tried everything!" I hugged her and asked, "So, did you find it exciting?" She didn't answer. I stroked her genitals, and she leaned her head against me and started moaning. I carried her to the sink, teased her for a while, and spread her legs, saying, "Brother will kiss you." My wife's genitals are very beautiful. Although they aren't as large as Qingqing's, they look very delicate and clean. Just then, I noticed how beautiful my wife's feet were, and I kissed them. At that time, I'd slept with at least 20 respectable women, and besides my ex-girlfriend, I'd only ever kissed her feet. My wife leaned against the sink, sometimes stepping on my shoulders, sometimes wrapping her feet around my back, making those sounds of holding back for a long time before letting out a long sigh. After a while, she went to wash up again, and slowly squatted down, taking my glans into her mouth and starting to lick and suck. At this point, my wife had tied her hair up; I preferred this hairstyle of hers. When her hair was tied up, her aura changed, making her appear even more elegant and dignified. She knelt in front of me, sucking and spitting out my penis, without much technique, just the warm embrace of her. I enjoyed it, occasionally bending down to squeeze her breasts. A moment later, I got to the bed and kissed my wife's genitals again. (This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman's genitals for the first time. Objectively speaking, I didn't have any special feelings for my wife at the time. All I was thinking about was how to get her to have sex and get passionate pleasure. And I was also a little annoyed that the government had taken advantage of me. But I just spread her legs and kissed her.) On the slightly messy white sheets, my wife lay flat. I penetrated her for the first time, very hard. I remember thrusting into her a few times. My wife propped herself up with her elbows and tried to back away, saying, "Be gentle." I didn't stop. I spread her legs and thrust down hard. My wife's moans gradually turned into muffled groans of "Oh~ Oh~ Oh~". Our first time didn't last long, probably about 15 minutes from penetration. We only used two positions: first, the traditional position, where I just thrust hard, and then the doggy style, still just thrusting, ejaculating on her buttocks. I remember the last part most vividly. I grabbed her waist and thrust hard, asking, "Do you like it when I fuck you or when the government fucks you?" She said, "It's all good." I said, "You slut, do you want us to fuck you to death together?" She said, "Yes," and suddenly bent over and said, "Oh, I want them to come over and watch you fuck me, fuck me to death." After saying that, she seemed to have an orgasm, frozen and lying on the bed trembling uncontrollably. I took the opportunity to press her down, pressing her body onto the bed and slamming her ass while continuing to fuck her. She weakly pushed me back and said, "No, no, stop." I ignored her and quickly continued to thrust, finally ejaculating on her ass. Lying next to her, I asked her who felt better, her or us. She said the 'zf's' thrusts hurt too much, and mine was more comfortable. Hehe, I'm willing to believe her. A while later, she asked, "What do you think the neighbors are doing?" I said, "What else could they be doing together?" She said, "Your wife was fucked by him, aren't you angry?" I said, "No, no." I'll get over it after I do it a few more times.
While we were fooling around, Qingqing came to call us for dinner. Everyone said they didn't want to go out, so we ordered room service in the double room and housekeeping for the other room. The four of us squeezed into the double room for housekeeping. In the middle of it all, I quietly asked ZF and Qingqing if they had done it. ZF looked miserable and said he only touched her for a bit and didn't finish. Qingqing was on the phone the whole time, and then said she was hungry and wouldn't let him touch her. He only touched her penis briefly and didn't even ejaculate. He even knocked on our door, but I definitely didn't hear it. After we finished eating, the four of us went back to the cleaned standard room and switched to the double room for housekeeping. I fell asleep on the sofa watching TV. I woke up a while later and saw my wife asleep on the bed next to the window, but Qingqing and ZF weren't in the room. I figured they must have gone next door to make love. Thinking of Qingqing... Qingqing's voluptuous body writhed beneath ZF, a strange, almost tangible feeling welling up inside me, yet I was also aroused. I got up and knocked on the door of the double room, but no one answered. Back in the standard room, my wife was still asleep, and I was restless. I pressed my ear against the wall to listen; despite the daytime noise, I could still clearly hear moaning mixed with the television sounds from next door. I turned and shook my wife awake, saying, "Come listen to them making love." She rolled over and said, "It's not like I haven't seen it before. Eavesdropping is weird." I said, "Eavesdropping is exciting too." My wife grinned mischievously and said, "Then come on, I'll make you dry." We cuddled on the bed for a while, then she fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was already dinnertime. ZF and Qingqing were still not there. I got up, washed up, and went to knock on the door, but no one answered. I called ZF, who said that since we wouldn't open the door, he had taken Qingqing out to buy us something to eat. I went downstairs, drove my wife to find Qingqing and the other girl, and we ate together. The atmosphere was surprisingly normal, as if nothing had happened. In fact, it felt much more natural than before we'd made love the day before.
After dinner, we wandered around for a while. My wife and Qingqing said they wanted to go back to their hotel. We insisted they stay, but they were adamant, so we had no choice but to take them home. Later that night, I had a few drinks with some friends. Around 10 pm, I called my wife to ask them to come out. My wife told me to go and persuade Qingqing, but my words were useless. I left my friends behind and drove to their hotel. How I got them to come downstairs is a bit complicated, so I won't go into details. Anyway, I learned that the rest of their group who had gone to Zhongdian returned that night, including Qingqing's boyfriend, who was currently in a tumultuous relationship. I also learned that my wife wasn't single at the time; her boyfriend just hadn't gone with them. My wife called and told us to drive further away from the hotel. Bored and anxious, we waited for almost an hour before seeing the two girls come out. In the near-dawn darkness, their makeup was noticeably heavier than the day before. My wife wore a tank top and jeans, while Qingqing wore a knee-length dress with black, thin-rimmed mid-heeled sandals, which, combined with her beautiful legs, made her look quite alluring. After they got in the car, as we drove past their hotel, Qingqing's phone rang, but she didn't answer. She saw a handsome young man at the entrance, looking around and making a phone call. That was Qingqing's boyfriend at the time; we saw him several more times later, but I won't go into details here. We
went directly to another small bar owned by a friend of the government, whom I'll call Feng. He was about 34 or 35 years old at the time, a musician from Guangdong, about 173cm tall. The guy was a bit muscular, dressed coolly, and spoke with a profound air, like a hermit.
The two girls clearly had ulterior motives, deliberately drinking very quickly, while ZF was relatively more sober. I sat with Qingqing, and my wife with ZF. Qingqing, quite drunk, draped her round legs over mine, calling me "husband." ZF tilted his head and said, "Then I'm your second husband." When we left, Feng said we were too drunk to drive and he'd give us a ride. I was also dizzy, so ZF carried my wife, who was babbling incoherently, on his back, while I supported Qingqing. We got back to the hotel around 3 a.m. Feng dropped us off at the elevator and left.
My wife and I had just entered my double room when ZF, carrying my wife, crashed in and fell onto the bed. The door wasn't even closed, and ZF was already kissing my wife and rolling around on the bed. Qingqing said she wanted to take a shower, and we... Without moving, ZF pushed his wife into the bathroom and turned back to me, saying, "My second wife is yours now." I had quite a bit of a crush on Qingqing at that time. Hearing him say that, and knowing that Qingqing had already slept with him that afternoon, I felt a mix of emotions. Perhaps thinking I'd be back later, I took a bank card to exchange for the key card for the double room at the power outlet, and went with Qingqing to the standard room next door. Qingqing wouldn't shower with me. I showered and came out first, and Qingqing came out a little later and lay down next to me, looking adorably drunk, smacking her big eyes and pinching my penis. Qingqing was noticeably more open than the day before. Later, as we got to know each other better, I realized she was still quite reserved in real life, a stark contrast to her behavior that night. That's how people are. We were still relatively strangers at the time, with no overlap in our social circles. I was confident that after getting to know her, I would give people a good impression. It's quite genuine. In other words, under special circumstances, with secrecy and security, and with desire and curiosity combined, people easily release very different and more genuine desires and preferences. This is one of the reasons why many strangers who meet online have one-night stands and find them unforgettable—they just want to experience unbridled madness and be a different version of themselves.
After some playful roughhousing on the bed, I put my penis in Qingqing's mouth. Qingqing lay there with me straddling her breasts, and we even played 69 for a while. Qingqing gets wet easily; just a little touch and she's very wet. I asked her what she thought the two next door were doing, and Qingqing said, "You want to see?" I sucked and nibbled on her breasts and rubbed her clitoris, saying, "I want to see, and I also want to know how the government did you this afternoon." Qingqing stroked my penis and said, "Isn't it you who let him come and mess with me? You're so generous!"
I flipped her over and penetrated her. Women with big breasts and good looks should definitely be fucked in this position for a while; it's less tiring, and I can hold her buttocks and admire the way her breasts sway and the changes in her facial expressions as my penis penetrates different parts of her body. I also told her to put on her black, thin-rimmed sandals. Even now, I still think that a full-figured woman, especially a very full-figured woman, looks incredibly sexy and lewd completely naked in those delicate, black-rimmed sandals. Of course, the woman's feet must be fair and beautiful. Not bony. I told her to stand, bend over, stick her butt out, and support herself with her hands on the ground. I grabbed her big butt from behind and pushed her around the room while I fucked her. There was a full-length mirror by the wardrobe in the hallway, so I told her to lie face down in it and watch me fuck her. I called her a slut, spanked her butt, and imitated the government by grabbing her hair from behind and fucking her. Maybe because it was just the two of us, Qingqing wasn't silent like yesterday, only moaning. She would even join in, saying things like, "Fuck me, you little slut," "Husband, my pussy is easier to fuck than xx (wife's name)," and "Big dick, fuck me to death," etc., which excited me greatly.
Just as things were getting intense, my phone rang. The government only said one sentence, "Come here." Perhaps wanting even greater excitement, I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a bathrobe, went out, and opened the door. Seeing that no one was in the hallway, Qingqing also wrapped herself in a bathrobe and ran into the next room. Later, I realized that the hotel hallway security camera must have captured our strange scene, haha. Before even entering, I heard the sounds of slapping and thrusting. When the door opened, ZF, who was kneeling on the bed, paused briefly, turned to look at us, and smiled without saying a word. When I went in, my heart pounded. I'll never forget that scene. There were three people on the bed. ZF was kneeling between my wife's spread legs, having sex with her, while my wife was tilting her head back with Feng's penis, which was squatting above her head, in her mouth. Feng chuckled and said, "Brothers, you guys really know how to have fun." So that's what happened (I later learned that after we left, ZF called Feng back, and when Feng came, he joined in with my wife). I was a little stunned. The first time I saw someone else's threesome was with a nightclub hostess. This was the second time, but what I saw before me was a beautiful young woman I had once thought had a noble air, being fucked by two men. My wife's breasts bounced back and forth with ZF's thrusts, and her hair was a mess, scattered on her pretty face. When she noticed us coming in, my wife struggled and acted coquettishly to hide her embarrassment. Qingqing hugged me from behind. I pulled open her towel and made her support herself on the bed, about to thrust in, when Qingqing grabbed a condom from the headboard, opened it, and put it on me. I was about to refuse when I realized Qingqing had foreseen the impending debauchery. I put on the condom and continued. I saw that the position had changed next to my wife, who was lying on the bed with ZF's penis in her mouth, while Feng was behind her, squeezing her buttocks and thrusting. From that angle, I could clearly see Feng's short penis stretching my wife's vaginal opening wide. His hairy belly slapped against my wife's upturned buttocks, and her labia opened and closed with the thrusting of his penis. After a while, ZF took his penis out of my wife's mouth and said to me, "How about you take over?" I let go of Qingqing and went over to lie down where ZF's sweat had soaked the spot. My wife, her eyes unfocused, opened her mouth and took my penis in. There was a shout, and Qingqing was put on the table by ZF, her legs were being held up and she was being fucked. ZF's penis was longer than ours, mine and Feng's were about the same size. Qingqing liked being penetrated deeply, and she always screamed loudly when ZF fucked her. Anyway, it was very chaotic. As usual, I'll talk about a few scenes that impressed me the most.
First, not long after we arrived, ZF and his wife had already ejaculated inside a condom. Feng suggested that everyone go and wash up, but to be considerate of the girls' feelings, everyone wore condoms. We took turns washing up quickly, and I was the last to come out. I saw Qingqing helping ZF, and his wife giving Feng oral sex. I walked around the bed looking at this girl and that girl. The two girls each had a penis in their mouths, and their figures were quite attractive. It was very exciting. They called me to come along, but I laughed and sat on the sofa, saying it looked too much like a porn movie and I wasn't coming. A while later, my wife said, "I'll check on you," and knelt on the carpet to give me oral sex. I watched as Feng knelt on the bed, grabbing Qingqing's waists and thrusting into her
violently, while ZF straddled Qingqing's breasts, his hand on his penis, thrusting wildly into Qingqing's face and mouth as she lay flat. It was very enjoyable and exciting. Secondly, my wife had a very obvious orgasm once. At that time, I was having sex with Qingqing, and Feng was having sex with my wife on the sofa next to us. Suddenly, my wife's cries stopped. I turned my head and saw my wife lying on the sofa, one leg on the sofa and the other diagonally on the floor, her body shaking violently. Feng, while getting up and taking out a condom, panted and said to ZF next to him, "Your pussy is too tight, you take over." Later, I asked my wife how she felt at that time. She said that she felt like Feng was grabbing her breasts and fucking her very quickly for a while. She said that she felt a lot of pressure when Feng was fucking her, and felt completely controlled by his body. Suddenly, she seemed to lose her sense of where she was and flew very high. In a daze, she felt like the government was inserting into her and starting to fuck her. She felt sore and uncomfortable.
Thirdly, during a later sexual encounter, I asked my wife about it. She said that when she thought back, she realized the situation was very exciting. It happened when I was on the bed, straddling Qingqing's buttocks, having sex with her. The government was lying next to us, and my wife was on top of him. At first, it seemed like Feng was touching her next to her, but then he seemed to move behind her for a while. I wasn't paying much attention at that moment, just as I was about to ejaculate, and they were positioned slightly behind and to my side. My wife later said that Feng moved behind her and touched her anus for a while before trying to insert his penis into her anus. He had her hands restrained from behind, and the government was holding her body still. She struggled for a while, but Feng's penis still managed to push into her anus. It didn't go in very deep; after a few thrusts, she struggled again and slipped out. No wonder I seemed to hear my wife struggling, and the government saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." That wasn't my wife's first time having sex; she had done it with her ex-boyfriend before. However, this was the only time to date that she had been penetrated both vaginally and anally simultaneously.
Fourthly, Qingqing and ZF were standing on the edge of the bed doing it. ZF held Qingqing's hands behind her back from behind, forcing her into a standing, bent-over position where she couldn't exert any force, and then thrust into her. Qingqing's hair was disheveled and she was screaming loudly. Feng was beside her, pinching her breasts as they swayed downwards, saying, "This girl, these breasts are so good, so soft," his accent sounding a bit like northern Shaanxi. Another time, I got off my wife and lay in the middle of the bed. To my left, I saw Qingqing's breasts swaying in front of me, and I heard her mumbling, "It's pressing in, it's too deep, I'm going to die, I'm being fucked to death." To my right, I saw my wife's pretty face lying flat, her brows furrowed, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth pursed as she moaned, enduring Feng's thrusts. That feeling still feels like yesterday.
During this orgy, I secretly took a few photos, which I still have, although the phone camera's resolution wasn't good at the time. All three of us ejaculated while having sex with Qingqing. I was the first to ejaculate inside the condom while riding on Qingqing's buttocks. Just as I got off Qingqing's buttocks, Feng pulled Qingqing over and continued to have sex with her in the same position. ZF also came over and continued to penetrate Qingqing's mouth. My wife lay motionless beside me like she was dead. Feng ejaculated inside the condom. ZF had only ejaculated inside the condom once when he had sex with my wife. This time, it seems that he ejaculated in Qingqing's mouth. I was lying on the sofa when I saw Qingqing swaying as if she was going to the toilet to rinse her mouth.
It was hard to sleep with so many people around, so after we finished, Qingqing and I went back to our standard room. My wife and the other two stayed in the double room. After we got back to the standard room, Qingqing and I showered and became more alert. We chatted until dawn and then did it again. This time it was very gentle. Later, Qingqing said she was tired and gave me oral sex. Later, when we were having sex, I asked my wife about what happened after I left that day. She said that she felt like it was getting light in the morning when Feng carried her to the shower. Feng licked her vagina, and after that, he had sex with her in the bathroom. When I asked for details, she said Feng used one move: she stood up and supported herself against the toilet and the sink, and Feng squeezed her breasts or buttocks from behind and kept going until he ejaculated. He didn't use a condom, but he ejaculated on her buttocks. Then, very gentlemanly, he washed her clean and carried her back to bed, his actions were very gentle the whole time. And ZF didn't seem to wake up. When she woke up at noon, Feng was no longer in the room. While she was getting dressed, ZF woke up, pulled her back onto the bed, undressed her, and had sex with her again. Perhaps because he had ejaculated too much the day before, and since they were the only two in the room, ZF lasted an exceptionally long time and went too far this time. No matter how much his wife begged, ZF continued to thrust rapidly in various positions for nearly an hour. His wife said she felt like he was going to pierce her through, and the more she screamed in a particular position, the harder ZF would thrust in that position, which did bring her to orgasm several times. What was even more outrageous was that he also pervertedly plucked one of her pubic hairs. His wife said that later she found many finger marks on her body, especially on her breasts and buttocks, from being scratched and hit. When ZF was about to ejaculate, his wife knew he wasn't using a condom and begged him not to ejaculate inside her. ZF then told his wife to open her mouth and said he would ejaculate in her mouth. His wife agreed, but when he ejaculated, ZF deliberately thrust hard into the very back of his wife's vagina and ejaculated. At one point, she also noticed that ZF was filming her with his phone while having sex with her. My wife said she felt completely exhausted at the time, and even though she knew it was impossible, she didn't have the strength to stop him. Later, while the government was taking a shower, she deleted the video she had taken. Six months later, the Edison Chen photo scandal broke out. My wife and I weren't dating yet, but our relationship was already quite ambiguous. My wife once told me about this with great difficulty, saying she kept having nightmares and was scared. She asked me to confirm with the government whether the video had been completely deleted, and I knew the government hadn't. After that, the government even said it was a pity that it had been deleted, etc. At the time, I also felt it was a pity, only keeping some photos I took that were almost impossible to see faces. (I did take photos a few times during the two nights, but I always told the two girls before taking them and showed them the photos afterward to confirm that their faces weren't exposed. They could delete as many as they wanted, and I did that.) Actually, after returning to Kunming from Lijiang, the government contacted me a few times for other matters, but I haven't seen him since. There are rumors that he went out to do business, lost his phone a few times, and hasn't contacted me since. He probably doesn't know the current situation between my wife and me. How would he feel if he did? Given their notorious reputation for being lecherous, maybe they'll see this post. Go ahead and see, I don't care anymore, what can they do? Haha, I hope I can eventually let it go.
That noon, when I woke up, my wife and Qingqing had already left. That night they went to Dali. Two days later, I went to Feng's place for drinks again. Feng, who had been drinking a lot, talked to us about that night. He said he'd been running a bar for three years and had previously had threesomes with female customers, and even with four women and three men. But I guess they were semi-professional prostitutes; they were all customers, so don't think my experiences are common in Lijiang. I've been to Lijiang many times, and this was the only time I'd met someone who met all my criteria in a bar. Even Feng said business was bad; he'd been there for years and only had a few romantic encounters. With that kind of probability, you can't have a romantic encounter there. A few months later, I went back and Feng was still there. A year later, he returned to Guangzhou and I lost contact with him. That afternoon, my wife and her group went to Dali. What happened next? With my wife? With Qingqing? Haha, that's another long story. I still have a few of my favorite photos of the two of them that I took that day. My wife and Qingqing are all smiles in the photos, it feels like yesterday.

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