Jing's 3P Success Diary

Zhang Jing and I both had respectable professions and lived a comfortable but not extravagant middle-class life. To be fair, Zhang Jing wasn't the demure, classical beauty type; her features were strikingly beautiful, her figure slender yet voluptuous, and her skin, especially, was dazzlingly fair, the kind that aroused lust. I often felt fortunate to have such a beautiful wife, the kind others envied. I enjoyed having her accompany me to various parties and reveled in the envious and passionate glances from others.

Zhang Jing was a very good woman to me and our family. Before marriage, although she had relationships with other men, she never had sexual relations with any of them. After marriage, I occasionally heard her mention being "groped" by some colleagues at work, but it was only something like touching her thigh or pinching her breasts; in short, she had never had sexual relations with any other man besides me. I, on the other hand, was different. Due to work and business, I had secretly had affairs with quite a few women. But in reality, I felt that no woman outside of marriage could replace her.

This peaceful life lasted for six years; my wife's gentle nature and beautiful body brought me endless joy. As couples spend more time together, their feelings deepen, but some sensations slowly fade. Like intimacy, the passion, sweetness, and tenderness remain, but the blushing, heart-pounding excitement, the electric shock of skin-to-skin contact, the shy, reserved struggles—all are gone. This is inevitable; we are too familiar, too intimate. In fact, these feelings are beautiful, but if possible, I hoped to experience something entirely new with Zhang Jing.

I had always looked forward to that exciting moment, and when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming. It started one night in early November. As usual, my husband and I liked to talk before bed, discussing the pleasure and wonder sex brought us while making love. Zhang Jing and I have always had a very good relationship; we share almost everything. We tried various sexual techniques, some I taught, others learned from pornography. I don't know if other couples do this, but I know what we did was perfectly normal.

Zhang Jing told me she had read an article in the magazine *Ren Zhi Chu* about three families and six men and women engaging in sexual activity. Zhang Jing's department is mostly young people, and they subscribe to a wide variety of magazines. Magazines like "The Beginning of Man" and "Family, Society and Life" are among the publications Zhang Jing often reads in her spare time. Zhang Jing has discussed her thoughts on some articles with me in the past, touching on topics such as sex and lovers. I also enjoy discussing these issues with her. Neither of us is embarrassed; on the contrary, our discussions often lead to more exciting and stimulating

experiences. The magazine article about a six-person party stirred up a great deal of emotion in me, giving rise to a complex mix of feelings, and I hoped she could provide some new stimulation. Like many couples, I used to imagine the details of Zhang Jing having sex with multiple men, telling her these stories during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of unbearable desire, leading to climaxes together.

After the passion subsided, Zhang Jing always thought I was just creating an atmosphere, that such things were completely impossible in real life. Zhang Jing is a virtuous and conservative woman, a fact confirmed by our years of married life. However, Zhang Jing's impulsiveness also reflects a common characteristic of women: the desire to experience more men. This consciousness is firmly rooted in women's hearts, even though many women never dare to cross the line in their entire lives. When we talk about it after experiencing intense pleasure, we all absolutely believe it's impossible for it to happen to us; we don't realize, or perhaps we're unwilling to realize, that we also have this transgressive desire in our subconscious.

I can't convince myself to encourage her to find a lover. Letting my wife go to other men in my life is something I can't bear, and besides, Zhang Jing would think I don't love her. A husband and wife each having their own affairs is also unacceptable; family life would be like a pile of loose sand, devoid of any joy, and besides, this isn't much different from encouraging her to find a lover.

A man's desire to possess a woman compels me to bind Zhang Jing to my side. I don't appreciate casual sex; Zhang Jing's sexual activities are not under my watchful eye, and Zhang Jing would think that men treat women as playthings for sexual stimulation, which is detrimental to our marital relationship. I only allow Zhang Jing to experience sexual pleasure under my complete control. Therefore, I considered a threesome. I'll arrange everything. I'll find a stranger to participate, and I'll take control of the situation.

I naturally have my own design for the game: Although Zhang Jing is nearly thirty, her beautiful face and full, mature figure are even more charming and attractive to men… We'll find a stranger to play a three-person game—two men against one woman—which is the currently popular three-person group sex activity, or you could call it a hybrid activity. It could also be called double-gun attack, sharing a beautiful wife, two dragons and one phoenix, three-person battle, fighting against two heroes, two men sharing a wife, etc. In short, it's a sex game between two men and one woman! After it's over, we'll be strangers, with no further contact. I believe Zhang Jing won't fall in love with anyone during this one extramarital affair. Even if she does, because we can't contact each other afterward, such emotional fluctuations will gradually subside. This way of resolving the problem is perhaps the most acceptable way for me.

After Zhang Jing finished recounting the six-person party, I didn't offer my usual comments. Instead, I resorted to my old trick, imagining the details of multiple men playing sexual games with Zhang Jing, enticing her into a passionate frenzy with me. After calming down, I seriously told Zhang Jing, "We can find a stranger to play a threesome—two men to one woman."

Zhang Jing asked me, puzzled, why I had such an idea. I told her my thoughts: Love is selfless, but love and sex are separate. Should a man only have sex with one woman in his life, and a woman only have sex with one man? I believe that as long as there is love, it doesn't matter if the man only has sex with Zhang Jing, or Zhang Jing only has sex with her husband. As long as we deeply love each other, that's enough. Why insist on exclusivity? Besides, the pleasure of sex and the pleasure of love are two different kinds of pleasure; there's no need to force them to be the same. Love is unique, while sex is limitless.

A woman's youth fades quickly. Zhang Jing has been with me for so many years and given me so much; I want to make it up to her. I want Zhang Jing to experience pleasure and happiness in sexual games. Zhang Jing still couldn't accept this reality. She sighed, unable to imagine what it would feel like to be with a complete stranger. Perhaps she could accept it more if it happened between acquaintances. I understood Zhang Jing's thoughts; women are more accepting of familiar men. In a woman's eyes, wine gets better with age, and ginger gets spicier with age. A familiar man she's known for many years might help her overcome psychological barriers.

But I'm a rational, or rather selfish, person in this regard. I absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen between acquaintances. Regardless of the potential emotional entanglements Zhang Jing might cause with them and the trouble it would bring to her family, as a man, handing over my Zhang Jing to an acquaintance would be incredibly embarrassing.

I patiently explained the consequences to Zhang Jing: if something like this happens between acquaintances, it will be awkward when they meet again, and they might not even be able to remain friends. Moreover, playing this game is different from prostitution. The male Zhang Jing participating in the game is often unaware. Once her spouse finds out, it will not only cause conflict in their family but also severely damage the reputations of all three, bringing immeasurable losses to their families and careers. The risk is too great. Furthermore, if Zhang Jing develops feelings for someone she knows, the situation will become even more complicated, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Zhang Jing found my analysis very reasonable and said it would be best to invite strangers from out of town, avoiding locals. I told her not to be so absolute; she could invite people from the city she didn't know. Zhang Jing said she was afraid of running into acquaintances, but I reassured her that the city was so big, with millions of people, that it was unlikely to happen, and I had my own ways to avoid awkward situations.

My method for avoiding encounters with acquaintances is to find them online and contact them through the internet. Zhang Jing asked skeptically, "Are there really people like that?" I laughed and said, "There are plenty of people like that online." Zhang Jing doesn't use computers, let alone go online; she knows very little about the new ways of interacting between men and women reflected online. My specific steps are: first, communicate with the online friend to get a feel for their character; I absolutely won't let vulgar people contact or hurt Zhang Jing. If things go well, I'll ask them to send a photo to avoid encountering acquaintances, and also let Zhang Jing get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet in person. If we meet, we can have real contact and communication, giving both parties the right to choose each other. If there are no problems, then we'll book a room and move to the substantive stage.

I discussed this with Zhang Jing until late at night, asking her if she agreed with my idea. Zhang Jing, half-asleep, agreed: "You handle everything; I'll listen to you." That night, I tossed and turned excitedly, unable to sleep. Zhang Jing slept soundly beside me. I couldn't help but have doubts. Zhang Jing seemed so calm; had she really agreed to be with me? On one hand, the thought of Zhang Jing about to be with someone else made me feel a pang of jealousy. But on the other hand, if Zhang Jing really took that step, I felt I had done right by her, and a sense of relief washed over me…

The next evening, Zhang Jing went to a friend's house, and I stayed home and went online, entering a local chat room on Sina. My username was "Couples Online," and immediately five or six netizens contacted me. During our conversations, I felt they were either of very low character or didn't have photos, so I eliminated them without hesitation.

Regarding my desire for a partner, most netizens asked almost the same two questions: "Are you impotent?" and "Is your wife too demanding?" These people lacked a deep understanding of sex, which was both laughable and pathetic. Finally, a netizen from Beijing contacted me, saying he was 30 years old and would be in the city on a business trip the next day. He said he could understand this lifestyle. During our conversation, I thought he was quite nice, and he eventually sent me his photo via email.

I replied that I would decide after Zhang Jing returned. When Zhang Jing came back, I immediately showed her the photo of the guy I met online. Zhang Jing laughed, "You actually took it seriously? I was so sleepy last night, I only agreed because I wanted to go to bed..." It was like a bolt from the blue; I was really dizzy! I pulled Zhang Jing down to sit and made her take a closer look at the guy, recommending him as quite handsome. But Zhang Jing was more interested in the vase next to the guy in the photo, praising its uniqueness and beauty, saying we should buy one like that for our house sometime...

All my efforts last night were wasted. I could only obediently watch TV with Zhang Jing, coaxing her with kind words, afraid she might misunderstand me... However, I was still unwilling to accept Zhang Jing's rejection. After getting into bed, I imagined a threesome, teasing Zhang Jing and getting her very excited. At that moment, I lovingly told Zhang Jing that I did this because I truly loved her, it was an expression of my love for her, I wanted my beloved Zhang Jing to be happy, but I wouldn't allow anyone to take her away; this was the best way to play the game.

My wife, deeply moved by our passionate encounter, said that my thoughts showed a man's love for Zhang Jing had reached its highest level. She agreed to let me help her find a stranger online. She said the one in Beijing was indeed handsome, and I could reply to him. The next morning, I immediately replied to the online friend, agreeing to meet and giving him my phone number. That evening, Zhang Jing had a dinner engagement, so I stayed home and went online. The online friend didn't reply, which disappointed me. I felt that such things needed to be done quickly; I was afraid Zhang Jing might change her mind if I waited too long.

I continued browsing Sina chat rooms, and another online friend contacted me. This friend's manner was rather unpleasant, and his sexual intentions were overly obvious. He asked me if Zhang Jing was pretty and if I was willing to have sex, which was very offensive. Zhang Jing and I both oppose perverted sexual behavior. He was very eager to meet immediately, even saying he had his identification with him and would book a hotel room immediately if possible. He told me his identity, saying he was a soldier, and gave me his phone number.

I think soldiers, separated from their families, have strong desires in this regard, but I really don't appreciate his manner of speaking. Perhaps I should use him as a test subject, letting Zhang Jing meet him, just to give Zhang Jing a little exercise. I definitely won't play a threesome with him. I immediately called Zhang Jing to ask if the dinner was over. Zhang Jing said she was in a friend's car, already on her way home. Learning from the previous day's experience, fearing Zhang Jing might change her mind, I lied and said she should call me when she got home, and I'd go for a walk with her. Zhang Jing was delighted and said she'd let me know as soon as she got home. I met

Zhang Jing downstairs, opened the car door for her, and Zhang Jing asked in surprise, "Didn't we say we'd go for a walk together?" I laughed and replied, "Let's go for a drive; it's been a long time since we've had one." Zhang Jing said she was too full and really wanted to walk to digest. However, she still got into the car, and I drove straight to the agreed location.

Zhang Jing chattered on and on about the dinner. That evening, a colleague was celebrating his housewarming and invited Zhang Jing and about 20 colleagues to his home. At the dinner table, the men drank heavily and became quite boisterous. At this point, Zhang Jing paused. Knowing her temperament, I suspected something was amiss. I asked if someone had offended her. She nodded and continued, telling me that while everyone was drinking and making a ruckus, their department head, Director Liu, drunkenly moved to her side, put his arm around her shoulder, adjusted her collar, and then, under the guise of touching her fair neck, said with feigned concern, "Your clothes are very pretty, but unfortunately the collar isn't turned up properly."

The man's eyes gleamed with shameless lewdness. Zhang Jing had dressed carefully before leaving home and wouldn't have been inappropriately dressed. She knew he was deliberately taking advantage of her, but in front of everyone, she couldn't say anything, though she felt extremely uncomfortable. Director Liu was bald and known for his womanizing ways in their workplace, but he was also cheerful and humorous, often surrounded by a large group of women. I knew him. In the past, I would have been furious if I had known about this. Although I still felt uncomfortable hearing it now, I thought it was just flirting between colleagues, and not too outrageous, so there was no need to take it too seriously. Besides, Zhang Jing's eagerness to meet the online friend seemed to lessen my resentment towards Director Liu. So I comforted Zhang Jing, saying, "He's drunk. Don't take him seriously. If he goes too far later, tell me, and I'll deal with him..."

After a few words of reassurance, I cautiously asked her if she wanted to meet the online friend. Zhang Jing asked what kind of online friend, and I replied that he was a soldier. Seeing that we were almost at the agreed-upon location, I pulled the car over and said, "Is it just a meeting? I don't want to do anything tonight. Consider it a little exercise for yourself." Zhang Jing realized I was serious and angrily refused, "Eh...you're not serious, are you? I thought it was just a joke. Is this really okay? I have a husband. If you want to meet him, go see him yourself. I'm not going!" And that was the end of it. The journey home was silent, my heart filled with indescribable emotions. Zhang Jing's loyalty deeply moved me, but her inability to take that step left me bewildered. I told her that my love for her was genuine and begged her not to have any other thoughts.

Seeing my gloomy expression, Zhang Jing softened her tone and said, "I don't like soldiers, and besides, I'm not in the mood tonight... Give me some time to adjust, okay?" Back home, we went to bed, and I earnestly tried to persuade her: a modern woman should be adventurous and ready to embrace challenges. I really wanted to find a man to play with her, just one, so we could play a threesome and bring her more joy. "You're almost 30. Life is short. You should do what your heart truly desires while you're young. Wouldn't it be great to experience different men? I really want you to try other men, really!" Zhang Jing said that as long as I was there for her, that was enough. She didn't want to play these games, afraid of hurting my feelings.

I reassured Zhang Jing, saying, "It's all my choice. Extramarital sex is a supplement to marriage. As long as she doesn't fall in love with someone else and her feelings belong to me, the more vibrant our extramarital sex life is, the stronger our marriage will be." Zhang Jing said, "Honey, I know you mean well, but I just can't take that step. It's like asking me to eat fatty meat. I know it won't do any harm to my health, but please don't force me."

I continued to persuade Zhang Jing: "This is a secret between us. We've both been through this before. As long as it doesn't affect our marriage and family, what's wrong with being a little more indulgent in sex?" Zhang Jing still hesitated. She had never been with another man before, and she didn't know what to do if she really had to do this. Besides, wouldn't it be too promiscuous?

I said, "From a physiological perspective, as long as a woman pays attention to hygiene and contraception, a mature woman can have sex with several men consecutively, so she doesn't need to worry about being hurt. Most importantly, we both enjoy sex and want to explore its mysteries. Our relationship won't change because of this; it'll just be a chance to experience different things, isn't that great?"

Seeing that Zhang Jing was already interested, I asked again, "If that guy in Beijing contacts me by phone, should we meet him?" Zhang Jing was silent for a moment before replying, "You've already promised someone else, and I don't want to hurt him. Let's try, but only once, okay?... The most important thing is, are you really willing to let me do this kind of thing?" Zhang Jing always takes things so seriously.

I said, "Why not? I'm serious. I've thought it through. Since I've been fantasizing about it for so long, it needs a breakthrough to be meaningful." The next day, November 8th. That morning, Zhang Jing went to work, the child went to her grandmother's house, and I continued searching for friends in Sina's local chat room. I

really hoped that the netizen in Beijing would contact me, because the opportunity was perfect that day. With the children looking after during the afternoon and dinner, Zhang Jing and I had some free time. However, I had a work engagement at noon, and Zhang Jing had to attend a colleague's wedding in the evening, so we only had a few hours together in the afternoon. Perhaps my expectations were too high; the online chat wasn't going well, and it was almost 11 a.m. with no results. Feeling a bit discouraged, I was about to shut down the computer and go to the kitchen to cook.

At that moment, an online friend named "White-Collar 23" greeted me. This friend was very frank, saying he was from another province and had had similar experiences with his wife back home, hoping to join our lives.

I told him that Zhang Jing and I had watched some erotic content online and were very interested in sex games involving two men and one woman. I loved Zhang Jing, but also wanted her to experience some excitement. Morally, Zhang Jing was my most private possession, especially regarding sex. Revealing what is most private and intimate is a challenge to myself and to morality; people survive through constant challenges—that's the source of excitement. Life is short, and I want to do what I truly desire while I'm young. Therefore, I'm particularly looking for a man to love me, Zhang Jing, but I can't just pick anyone; I'm afraid of encountering a vulgar person who might hurt Zhang Jing.

This netizen understood my situation and said he could fully cooperate and would respect Zhang Jing completely. During our conversation, I learned that he and his wife had similar experiences, and he was also from my hometown, which added to our connection.

I repeatedly emphasized that Zhang Jing hadn't tried before, and meeting in person might be fruitless; I hoped he could work with me to persuade Zhang Jing. He frankly admitted that he was actually 28, only two years younger than Zhang Jing, but looked young, so he described himself as 23 in his online name. We exchanged QQ numbers, and he sent me his photo.

Just then, Zhang Jing came home from work and showed me his picture. After looking at it, Zhang Jing laughed and said, "This guy looks a bit simple and honest, and he even looks a bit like you." She asked if Zhang Jing would like to meet him. Zhang Jing said, "Sure, if you say so, let's meet." Zhang Jing answered very readily, which made me a little skeptical. I asked why she agreed so quickly. Zhang Jing said, "You were angry last night, but you just didn't show it. I don't want you to be unhappy again today..."

A feeling of gratitude welled up inside me: Zhang Jing is so kind. I immediately told the online friend that Zhang Jing had agreed to meet, and we arranged to meet around 3 pm after I finished my social engagement. We would contact each other by phone then.

The social engagement was in the suburbs, and it was already past 2 pm after dinner. On the way back, I called the online friend and asked him to find a private room at a teahouse near Green Lake. A quieter environment would make it easier to talk and help set the mood. Then I called Zhang Jing, who was taking a nap, to wake her up. Zhang Jing seemed a little reluctant on the other end, saying, "I still want to sleep." I coaxed her repeatedly, "Sweetie, don't lie to me. We're just meeting up first, and you can decide everything else later..." After entering the dormitory compound, I called Zhang Jing again. She said she was just getting dressed and would come downstairs after tidying up.

During the 20-odd minutes I waited in the car for Zhang Jing to come downstairs, a feeling of endless waiting enveloped me. The thought of Zhang Jing meeting her online friend, of her impending arrival… a mix of conflicting emotions—anxiety, excitement, and sadness—swirled within me, a dreamlike feeling. I hoped she would change her mind, yet I also hoped she would go and face it…

Finally, Zhang Jing arrived at the car. That day, she wore a perfectly tailored dark trench coat, over which she wore a light yellow fitted sweater, exuding a relaxed charm. It was clear she hadn't dressed up intentionally; she had simply styled her hair and applied some lipstick. As usual, she wasn't glamorous or flashy, but rather fresh, natural, and elegant.

Zhang Jing later told me that she hadn't really dressed up; she had just been dawdling and didn't want to go out, but considering how much effort I had put in, she didn't want to disappoint me. Unlike usual, Zhang Jing sat in the back seat of the car this time. She refused to sit next to me in the driver's seat, saying she wanted some peace and quiet.

As we approached Green Lake, my online friend called, saying he wasn't familiar with the area. He knew there were teahouses, but couldn't find any with private rooms. He was from out of town, so I understood his predicament. I told him we were almost there and I'd contact him by phone once we found a place.

I took Zhang Jing to a teahouse called "Holy Land Sand," which had private rooms on the second floor. The rooms were charming and elegant, with brightly colored single sandpits shaped like hands—a novel design. The cozy space was filled with tranquility. Zhang Jing loved this playground-like environment. She practically cheered as she leaned heavily into the sofa, her round, bright eyes sparkling with excitement, a blush of joy spreading across her face. The weather was warm, and Zhang Jing wasn't wearing a trench coat when she got out of the car. Her light yellow sweater, combined with the graceful curves of her body, added a spring-like feel to the small room, making me think my Zhang Jing was incredibly sexy, always possessing a certain charm. To have such a captivating Zhang Jing in this life made me feel truly fortunate.

Just as the tea was served, my online friend appeared. We were invited to sit down, and everyone chatted casually about everything under the sun. This online friend, wearing glasses, was refined and polite, but slightly reserved and cautious. He told us about his personal experiences and family situation, and revealed his surname was Huang. Zhang Jing later told me that she admired two things about Xiao Huang: first, his unwillingness to settle for a stable, mundane life, his willingness to constantly change jobs, and his courage to challenge himself; second, his desire for his child to have a happy childhood, a sentiment shared by Zhang Jing in the past, although this was no longer possible once the child started school. I excused myself to use the restroom, allowing them to talk privately. When I returned, we chatted for a while, and Zhang Jing also went to the restroom. I asked Xiao Huang if he had feelings for Zhang Jing, and he said, "Sister-in-law is beautiful and sexy, of course I'd love to have her. You're so lucky!" He also told me that Zhang Jing truly loved me, but was rather conservative, lamenting that she didn't know if society was developing too fast or if she was simply out of touch with the times. She said she could feel my love for her, but she felt confused about the depth of that love.

We finally met, but I still didn't know Zhang Jing's true thoughts. I discussed with Xiao Huang that he would make an excuse to leave so I could ask Zhang Jing what she thought. After Xiao Huang left, I eagerly asked Zhang Jing how the conversation went and whether she was willing. Zhang Jing said she didn't know, but she felt Xiao Huang was quite nice during the conversation. She said that if it didn't involve that kind of issue, she felt the conversation was very intimate and natural, but once it did, she had an indescribable feeling… She didn't know what would happen if she really entered that kind of environment…

I knew her inner struggle and unease: "You're very conflicted right now, aren't you?" "Yes…" She nodded, still with her head down. "Your conflict means you still have desires. It's because you want it, but you feel it's wrong to do it, that you have this conflicting feeling. Your unease comes from traditional societal norms that believe women shouldn't have extramarital affairs. Actually, you shouldn't feel like you're at a disadvantage; just feel like you're playing with another man and enjoying it."

Zhang Jing was still a little hesitant, after all, we had never done this kind of thing before. I knew my encouragement had given her the courage, so I seized the opportunity to continue encouraging her, saying, "Sex is a need, your body is your own, as long as you're willing to try, I approve, what's wrong with that? Think it through and just do it! It's just for fun, just try it once, okay?" Zhang Jing held my hand tightly, looked at me, gazed at me for a long time, and then nodded, saying, "Okay, if you really want me to try, I'll listen to you, just try it once..."

Since Zhang Jing had agreed, I could now put my plan into action. After Xiao Huang returned, I told him there was a hotel near Green Lake, and asked him to go and book a room. He said he didn't have his ID card with him, and I said a little anxiously, "That's why we need your out-of-town ID card to book a room." He said he would take a taxi back to get it.

Walking hand in hand with Zhang Jing along the edge of Green Lake, I asked Zhang Jing if she was nervous. Zhang Jing replied that she wasn't nervous, but she felt uneasy, like when her mother used to ask her to meet her boyfriend, she didn't want to, but the adults meant well, and she couldn't refuse...

I held Zhang Jing's hand encouragingly, "Sex is a pleasure. As long as we prepare properly and make the threesome harmless, you can enjoy it to your heart's content. Try to relax and don't worry about what I might think. As long as you're enjoying yourself and not being tortured, I won't mind who you do it with." We

drove to the hotel parking lot, and Zhang Jing quietly sat in the back seat. I called Xiao Huang, who told us everything was arranged in room 425. Suddenly, I remembered something important and called Xiao Huang to remind him to bring safety equipment. Zhang Jing blurted out, "I think you're forcing someone into prostitution..."

A pang of sadness welled up inside me. I said, "Actually, this is between you and me, it doesn't bother anyone else, and it's none of their business. I don't care, so what are you afraid of? Besides, doing it once or twice with someone... it won't cost you anything, and it adds some spice to our lives, isn't that interesting?"

Zhang Jing didn't say anything more, just followed me upstairs to the room. I checked my watch; it was a little past 5. This was a standard room, not very big; the two beds in the middle made it quite cramped. A sports event was playing on TV.

After pouring us tea, Xiao Huang sat still, probably unsure how to begin. All three of us knew what was going to happen, yet none of us knew what to do—everything is difficult at the beginning! So, I said to Zhang Jing, "Ladies first, would you like to take a shower first?" We had already discussed it with Zhang Jing upstairs, letting either Xiao Huang or her shower first, as one of us needed to watch our bags. It wasn't that I didn't trust Xiao Huang, but we should be wary of strangers.

Zhang Jing dressed neatly and went into the bathroom. While she showered, I drew the curtains. The curtains in this room were different from those in other hotels; beneath the thin, pale yellow curtains was only a layer of white gauze, unlike the thick, black underlayers of curtains in other hotels that completely blocked out light.

This was good; if it was pitch black and nothing could be seen, there would be little sensory stimulation. I frankly told Xiao Huang that I was very nervous; the unique psychological feeling at that moment was hard to describe… Xiao Huang comforted me, saying that everyone feels this way the first time, with lots of anxiety, and that these feelings will gradually disappear after you get through it. After a moment of silence, I discussed with Xiao Huang again: I wanted him to act opportunistically while I showered, hoping to see his progress when I came out. Although I said this, I was actually worried that Zhang Jing might get hurt...

Xiao Huang understood my feelings at that moment, saying that he wouldn't hurt my sister-in-law, that he would respect her, and that I shouldn't worry. I also specifically instructed Xiao Huang to make sure he got a chance to enter Zhang Jing's body first when we played later. I did this mainly because I was afraid Zhang Jing would change her mind, and if I did this, it would be a done deal. Xiao

Huang smiled calmly and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter who goes first, I won't care." I could tell that Xiao Huang was indeed experienced in this area. After a while, Zhang Jing's voice came from the bathroom, telling me to make the bed. I didn't hear clearly and thought she was asking me to close the curtains, so I casually replied that I had already closed them.

This indicated that Zhang Jing was about to leave the bathroom. My heart pounded as I imagined: if Zhang Jing had come out fully clothed, should I undress her

, or should Xiao Huang do it? She might be more accepting if I undressed her, but watching Xiao Huang undress her would be much more exciting…

The bathroom door opened, and Zhang Jing stepped out, walking straight down the hallway into the room. Her face was flushed after her bath, her hair slightly disheveled, but her fair skin shone even brighter. To my surprise, Zhang Jing wasn't wearing any clothes. A dark yellow bath towel wrapped around her full body, her snow-white arms exposed above her ample breasts. The small towel couldn't fully cover her body, and the hem of her bathrobe revealed her slipper-clad feet and part of her fair thighs. She exuded a mature woman's unique sexiness and charm…

Why was Zhang Jing so open at that moment? The only thing wrapped around her body was a bath towel; didn't that mean it would be easy to strip her naked? But only for a moment. Zhang Jing turned back and hid in the bathroom again, complaining, "Why didn't you make the bed for me?" I then understood what she meant

and quickly did as she said. My thinking was correct; Zhang Jing genuinely wanted to make things easier for us. Later, she told me that she was wearing a tight-fitting bra that extended from her upper body to her buttocks, which was difficult to take off. Since we were already at this point, it was more convenient to go out wrapped in the bath towel than to have us go through the trouble of undressing her… I

accompanied Zhang Jing in the bathroom, then helped her out, and carefully led her to the bed against the wall. After she lay down wrapped in the bath towel, I quickly pulled the blanket over her.

Xiao Huang's eyes swept over Zhang Jing's body. From a man's perspective, I sensed that his gaze wasn't particularly lewd. He calmly walked towards the bathroom. At that moment, I understood the composure he possessed, a trait born of experience. I sat down next to Zhang Jing and gently stroked her face. Zhang Jing seemed cold and asked me to bring the blanket over her. She seemed to dislike me at that moment, moving to the very edge of the bed, pitifully shrinking her body to one side, as if avoiding me…

Looking at Zhang Jing, I imagined that perhaps, the exciting moment had already begun the instant I entered the bathroom, with Xiao Huang and Zhang Jing. I didn't know if I could be naked and honest with another man, nor how to break the awkward atmosphere at the beginning. Thinking that my Zhang Jing was about to embrace, kiss, caress, and even have sex with another man, I was filled with mixed emotions. My nervousness was no less than Zhang Jing's, and we were speechless for a moment.

My consciousness was somewhat blurred… It felt like preparing a special gift for a loved one, wanting her to like it very much and be very satisfied with it. I wasn't worried that she would love this crazy excitement; I was only worried that she might be hurt because the other person wasn't gentle enough. If, after it was over, she told me she liked it, I would be very happy. If she regrets trying this after it's over, I believe I'll regret it even more, hating myself for hurting the person I love.

A short while later, Xiao Huang came out, also wrapped in a towel. I took off my outer clothes and pants in front of them, entering the bathroom in my underwear. While showering, I kept pressing my ear to the crack in the bathroom door to listen, trying to find out what was happening outside, but I couldn't hear anything except the monotonous sound of the showerhead.

After showering, I went outside and saw Xiao Huang sitting next to Zhang Jing, leaning towards her, gently stroking her hair, talking to her. Zhang Jing covered her eyes with one hand, looking very nervous. Zhang Jing later told me that Xiao Huang followed the rules of the game. Before I appeared, Xiao Huang had been sitting on the edge of the bed, saying to Zhang Jing with concern, "Sister-in-law, you're sleeping too far in; you could move a little."

Zhang Jing replied somewhat nervously that it was okay. The two then fell silent. After a while, Xiao Huang probably felt a bit cold, so he asked Zhang Jing for her permission, "Sister-in-law, can I come over and cover myself with a blanket?" Zhang Jing nodded with her eyes closed and said yes. Xiao Huang sat down next to Zhang Jing, pulled the blanket off Zhang Jing and covered her legs with it, and gently stroked Zhang Jing's hair, saying, "Sister-in-law, don't be nervous, relax, it's okay..."

Xiao Huang's comforting words warmed Zhang Jing's heart. At that moment, I came out of the bathroom. Seeing me, Xiao Huang moved to the other side and sat down, perhaps feeling that it should be my turn. I lay down beside Zhang Jing, gently embracing her soft arms, and tenderly kissed her cheek. Zhang Jing slightly opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Husband..." before closing her eyes again and resting her head against my chest, exuding a captivating feminine aura.

Looking at Zhang Jing's blushing cheeks and inhaling her alluring fragrance, I felt as if I were in a dream. I suppressed the surging emotions in my chest, trying to relax as much as possible, and said to her, "Wife, I love you..." As I spoke, my cold lips kissed her rosy cheek, my hand slipping under the covers and moving over her full breasts, kneading her soft nipples, then trying to pull back the towel covering her soft body. Zhang Jing suddenly gripped the towel tightly, her voice trembling, "No... don't untie it..."

I understood Zhang Jing's shyness at that moment, stopped what I was doing, gently stroked her hair, pressed my tongue against her bright red lips, and slipped it inside. "Mmm..." Zhang Jing moaned softly, her warm tongue responding passionately to my intrusion, our tongues entwining intensely...

Taking advantage of this, I smoothly untied the towel from Zhang Jing's body, and her slightly cool breasts immediately fell into my hands. I gently kneaded them, and Zhang Jing hugged my neck tighter, feeling her breathing gradually become heavier...

I glanced sideways at Xiao Huang and found him still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at us. I pulled my hand out from under the covers and beckoned to him, signaling him to come over.

As I kissed Zhang Jing deeply, I naturally lifted the blanket slightly, immediately exposing her snow-white breasts to Xiao Huang's eyes. One of her large, brown nipples trembled slightly as I kneaded her breast, and the unique fragrance of a mature woman wafted through the air…

Soon, I felt Xiao Huang's breath. He gently lowered his body and softly took Zhang Jing's nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with gusto, his hand moving towards the breast I was kneading… “Oh…” Zhang Jing pulled away from my lips, tilting her head back and letting out a soft moan, her eyes tightly closed… The blanket was completely pulled back during our actions, revealing Zhang Jing's full, white body, her beautiful curves and exquisite figure, all laid bare. My wife has always had a great figure—a slender waist, full hips, and long legs. But that day, I suddenly realized that compared to when we got married, her figure hadn't changed at all; in fact, it was more mature and alluring

than before. Her breasts were still so high and firm, and even fuller and softer than before; her legs were still so fair and long, and even more rounded and fuller than before. With age, her body had become even more full of the charm of a mature woman. Releasing my hand, while Xiao Huang took over caressing Zhang Jing's trembling breasts, my hand went directly to Zhang Jing's thickly haired pubic area. Zhang Jing was quite plump, and the flesh on either side of her vulva was very fleshy, like two low, fleshy hills clustered on either side. I knew Zhang Jing didn't like her clitoris touched, so I used my fingers to rotate around her vaginal opening…

Zhang Jing just kept her eyes closed, letting us do as we pleased, her eyelashes trembling, her breathing rapid and quick. At the same time, I noticed that Xiao Huang was already standing by the bed, Zhang Jing's fair and slender hand holding his large, dark penis. Xiao Huang's penis was thick, dark, and throbbing slightly; the veins, twisted from its erection, were almost visible.

Zhang Jing later told me that Xiao Huang had pulled her hand over. She hadn't dared to look at what Xiao Huang's penis looked like; she only felt that it was hot, thick, and large… He lowered his head to kiss Zhang Jing again, her breathing becoming more rapid and quick. Warm love fluid gradually overflowed from her vagina, and my fingers were becoming increasingly sticky from it…

At this moment, I felt Xiao Huang's hair touch the back of my hand, which was placed on Zhang Jing's lower body. Without me noticing, Xiao Huang was already kissing Zhang Jing's thighs, from the outside to the inside…

No wonder Zhang Jing's love fluid flowed so quickly and in such large quantities; this was the result of two men kissing and caressing her. I gazed intently at Zhang Jing, her face flushed with the passion aroused by lust. Her eyes were half-closed, half-open, her gaze hazy, her eyes and brows brimming with tenderness. She writhed her voluptuous body, every curve of her form perfectly accentuated…

I withdrew my hand from Zhang Jing's vaginal opening and continued to caress her full breasts… Leaving Zhang Jing's lips, I looked up to watch Xiao Huang's actions. Xiao Huang gently parted Zhang Jing's long, slender legs, pressing his face against her pubic hair, his lips clamping down on her clitoris…

“Oh…” Zhang Jing tilted her head back, her tightly closed face becoming even more alluring, involuntarily opening her sensual lips to let out a stimulating moan. Her legs, controlled by Xiao Huang's hands, involuntarily lifted, and with the continuous force of Xiao Huang's lips and tongue on Zhang Jing's genitals, her legs were rocked up and down…

Xiao Huang was very diligent; he tilted his head, lifted Zhang Jing's buttocks, and buried half his face in her pubic hair, licking her for a long time. Amidst the squeaking licking, sucking, tapping, and thrusting, Zhang Jing appeared extremely uncomfortable, but her moans grew even more ecstatic. I knew that once Zhang Jing was fully aroused, a little bit of her labia, like the hem of a scallop, would peek out from her vulva. Curled and wrinkled, sometimes glistening with a layer of

love fluid secreted after arousal, it clung to her vulva and the exposed hem, like the petals of a bud smeared with honey. "How is it?" I whispered in Zhang Jing's ear. "Ah...husband...his tongue is inside...I can't take it...I'm so itchy...it's so uncomfortable...I'd rather be...than suffer like this...you two...let's see who goes first, stop teasing me!"

I nodded: "Wife, be brave, you might have to endure a little longer. Don't you like this kind of foreplay?" My wife nodded too: "Then...I...I...I'm going to embarrass you...I'm sorry...he's really amazing...ah...I'm so wet..."

With our movements, Zhang Jing moaned repeatedly, her beautiful body almost convulsing, her cries rising and falling, the blanket completely falling to the floor. I felt it was about time, so I turned to look at Xiao Huang, who was also looking at me with a questioning look in his eyes. I understood he was asking if we could begin, so I nodded.

Xiao Huang left Zhang Jing's body to get a condom. I kissed Zhang Jing's face and continued to caress her thighs… At this moment, Zhang Jing clearly knew what was about to happen; her body trembled a few times, seemingly a little nervous.

Now that the moment had come, I was afraid Zhang Jing would change her mind at this crucial juncture, so I leaned over her, pressing down on her arms, holding her firmly so she couldn't move an inch. At this moment, Zhang Jing seemed to understand my nervousness; she opened her eyes and nodded gently at me, as if to tell me she wouldn't back out. Perhaps to reassure me, she willingly opened her previously closed legs, allowing her vagina, which had once belonged only to me, to be completely, thoroughly, clearly, and beautifully opened before this strange man.

I watched helplessly as Xiao Huang straddled the bed, positioned himself between Zhang Jing's fair legs, and then looked down at

the small opening between her legs. One hand held his penis, while the other parted the sides of Zhang Jing's vulva, first circling the head of his penis against her labia a few times, then using it to part her vaginal opening. As he entered her, for some reason, Zhang Jing grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest. Immediately afterward, Xiao Huang released both hands and lunged at Zhang Jing. "Oh…,"

as Xiao Huang leaned forward and his large penis thrust in, Zhang Jing's breasts jerked, she cried out in a passionate, confused voice, her buttocks and waist arching upward in response, her beautiful face turning to one side, gripping the side of the pillow tightly, letting out a soft "Ouch!"... I could feel her heart pounding fiercely.

When I saw her brows furrow and then relax, and the corners of her mouth twitch slightly, I knew that although I couldn't see that unforgettable moment for her husband, her expression clearly told me that the flesh that had once only covered part of my body had now accepted the extremely swollen flesh of another man.

Xiao Huang, naked, pressed himself against Zhang Jing's voluptuous body, his head pressed against mine above her face. Since their lower bodies were already joined, Xiao Huang's hands, supporting his body, were awkwardly positioned. I got up and moved to the other side of the bed, making room for Xiao Huang.

On this side of the bed, close to the wall, the aisle was narrow, making it difficult to observe them. So I turned and walked to the other side of the bed, squatting beside it, gently stroking the inside of Zhang Jing's raised thigh, carefully observing Xiao Huang's movements. At this moment, I could clearly see that Xiao Huang's thick penis was completely inserted into the vagina between my wife's alluring labia.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the curtains, illuminating the naked couple: the man's elbows supported his body, his head intimately pressed against the woman's delicate face. The woman's hair was disheveled, her eyes closed, her slightly parted lips emitting passionate moans. Her two long, white, and tender thighs were slightly raised, her snow-white flesh swaying with the man's movements.

Xiao Huang's firm buttocks began to thrust downwards towards Zhang Jing, without large, sweeping thrusts. Instead, he kept most of his thick, hard penis inside Zhang Jing's vagina, then forcefully twisted his hips, making a half-rotating, churning, and ramming motion inside her…

At this moment, Zhang Jing's lower body was completely under Xiao Huang's control. With each forceful churning, Zhang Jing let out a series of intoxicating "Oh… Ah…" sounds, her full buttocks involuntarily twisting in rhythm with the man on top of her. Xiao Huang was clearly concentrating all his attention on the squeezing and rubbing of his glans against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls. Each thrust was accompanied by a soft moan, as if he was intensely enjoying the pleasure. I knew that although my wife had given birth once, her vagina was still remarkably well-preserved, with good muscle elasticity and an excellent tactile feel. Xiao Huang's glans must have been pressing deep inside Zhang Jing, powerfully rubbing and ramming against her, carefully feeling the tightness, peristalsis, and lubrication within her.

I stared blankly at Xiao Huang's gentle yet powerful movements on Zhang Jing's body. It was the first time I'd ever seen another man's penis inside my wife's vagina, hearing her passionate moans. A mix of emotions welled up inside me. This woman entering this world of lust was Zhang Jing! She had finally accepted a stranger, opened her body to him, willing to envelop his with her own flesh, to accommodate his deep penetration, to guide him to ejaculation and enjoy pleasure, and to let him unleash ecstasy, trembling, and spasms from within her, to savor her beauty. The most intimate and tender parts of their bodies intertwined and rubbed together, and her fluids were soaking both of them…

I couldn't resist reaching my hand between Xiao Huang's penis and Zhang Jing's vaginal opening and anus, gently pinching her perineum. "Oh…oh…" Zhang Jing's moans grew stronger, "Plop…plop…plop…" soft sounds emanated from their lower bodies. Along her thighs, an astonishing flow of moisture continued, already trickling down her buttocks and onto the sheets…

In fact, over the years I had tried every kind of sexual position with my wife, becoming intimately familiar with every part of her body, inside and out, as if it were part of my own. But at this moment, I couldn't ignore the breathtaking, clearly felt thrusting into her. A surge of indescribable excitement welled up inside me. Such a beautiful Zhang Jing, such a beautiful vulva—the place I was most enamored with when we first married was now being fully enjoyed by this stranger. Witnessing my beloved Zhang Jing's familiar vulva receiving the thrusts of a strange penis, I felt my blood boil, my lower body throbbing with intense arousal. Especially the sounds of her delicate breaths mixed with the man's rough voice made it impossible for me to control my intense feelings. This sensation seeped into my body, making me drown. I moved to the head of the bed and, beneath Xiao Huang's body, reached out and roughly kneaded Zhang Jing's breasts, twisting her nipples tightly…

At this moment, Xiao Huang tenderly asked his wife, "Sister-in-law, are you comfortable?" Having experienced pleasure for the first time with a man other than her husband, Zhang Jing, enjoying the sensation, nodded frankly. Encouraged, Xiao Huang said to Zhang Jing again, "Sister-in-law, if you're comfortable, will you hold me?" He then kissed Zhang Jing's slightly parted lips, which were still groaning. At first, Zhang Jing tightly closed her teeth to prevent Xiao Huang's tongue from entering, but as Xiao Huang's lower body moved, she couldn't control herself. She opened her mouth in a daze, actively welcoming Xiao Huang's tongue. Their tongues intertwined wildly, and at the same time, she couldn't help but tightly embrace Xiao Huang's naked body… I clearly saw the expressions of pleasure and confusion on their faces caused by the friction of their genitals.

Under the relentless pressure of the man on top of her, Zhang Jing gradually spread her legs wider and wider, finally arching them completely, then resting them against his thick waist. In renewed excitement, she parted again, then pressed against him, her buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with Xiao Huang's thrusts. I could clearly see that between Zhang Jing's raised, swaying legs, in front of Xiao Huang's testicles, amidst the intertwined pubic hair, the man's thick, hard penis was completely inside her. Zhang Jing's tender, red vaginal opening turned in and out with the man's thrusts, milky white, glistening fluid flowing from her vagina, trickling down her perineum to her buttocks…

Suddenly, Xiao Huang left Zhang Jing's body and stepped off the bed. His penis, still in his condom, was erect, the large, oily thing completely wet from base to tip. He turned to me and said, "Brother, come on up."

He said he couldn't handle Zhang Jing's passionate reaction and needed to rest. I looked at Zhang Jing; her eyes were closed, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, seemingly oblivious to everything. I immediately climbed onto the bed, facing the limp Zhang Jing, kneeling beneath her and supporting her thighs with my hands. Her wet,

sticky vaginal opening was immediately exposed before me. I straddled my wife, supporting my erect penis, and thrust forward forcefully towards Zhang Jing's overflowing vaginal opening. I hadn't expected her vagina to be so wet;

my penis almost "slid" in. As soon as it entered, I heard a low moan from my wife's throat, followed by Zhang Jing's cry of "Ah..." as my penis completely filled her! Once inside, I suddenly realized how easy and smooth entry was today; the softness, warmth, enveloping sensation, friction, and lubrication were all perfectly balanced. Zhang Jing's vagina, after Xiao Huang's actions, was somewhat looser, but still soft, very warm, very wet, and very lubricated—it felt very comfortable inside. Normally, when my husband and I make love, it doesn't feel special, but at this moment, it feels incredibly alluring. I can feel her vagina sucking and licking, gripping my penis tightly, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through me.

This is Zhang Jing's secret place, which she just had with another man and is currently experiencing an orgasm! I can clearly feel her soft body moving deeper and deeper, feeling her body spasming and sucking on my penis. My glans feels her burning desire 15 centimeters deep inside her. I stop there, feeling my penis enveloped by the soft, hot flesh of her vagina, an indescribable comfort, as if the whole world has ceased to exist, and only the hot, soft attraction emanating from that place is real. Unsurprisingly, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting in and out. Due to her abundant secretions, my penis slid smoothly through her opening. Her vagina was overflowing with fluids; compared to her usual warm, tight, and sucking sensation, it was now overflowing with juices, incredibly elastic, as if making room for me to unleash my full potential. She kept her eyes closed, letting me go in and out. Watching my engorged penis, throbbing with veins, move in and out of her overflowing vagina, from deep red to covered in semen, then becoming a layer of pale white foam, a surge of excitement and physical pleasure rushed to my head, giving me a light, floating feeling. My head, like a sponge, absorbed the pleasure from my penis, my soul already soaring into space.

I continued to thrust forcefully, my body feeling increasingly tense, yet simultaneously experiencing an indescribable relaxation. Her juices were unusually abundant, and the coming together of her genitals made soft, squelching sounds. My penis was glistening with her love juices. With each thrust, I pulled out her tender flesh and then pushed it back in forcefully. Her full breasts bounced with each movement, her body rippling with waves of flesh. Her moans grew louder and deeper, her vagina contracting and relaxing, sucking at my glans...

Suddenly, I felt her breasts tighten, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her legs clamping around me, her body almost frozen, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing out. I knew my wife was at the peak of arousal, and now was the time for vigorous thrusting! So, while kissing my wife's breasts, I adjusted my position, steadied Zhang Jing's legs, and began a storm of thrusting. "Oh... ah... ah..." Zhang Jing cried out again, her long, smooth black hair obscuring her beautiful face...

I increased my speed, and after a burst of passionate thrusting, a feeling of impending ejaculation surged through my glans. I immediately stopped, leaving my hard penis inside Zhang Jing's warm vagina.

During the pause in my movements, Xiao Huang, who was squatting by the bed, buried his head in Zhang Jing's chest, taking her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it... "Mmm... mmm... it hurts... be gentle..." I felt Zhang Jing's vagina contract violently, clamping me tighter and tighter...

Unable to withstand Xiao Huang's passionate sucking, Zhang Jing, her eyes tightly closed, wore an expression of both pleasure and pain, her cherry lips slightly parted as she softly pleaded.

Seeing Zhang Jing's submissive demeanor as she was played with by two men, I thrust into her again with a fierce pounding. Zhang Jing's full breasts swayed violently back and forth with my intense assault…

Zhang Jing later told me about her new experience: the large swaying of her breasts during penetration felt like someone caressing her, making her even more stimulated and aroused.

With each intensified thrust, the urge to ejaculate from my glans became increasingly unbearable. Looking down, I saw that our genitals were completely wet, our pubic hair matted together, and her vaginal opening was covered in sticky little bubbles. I withdrew, squatted by Zhang Jing's bedside, and caressed her face, nudging Xiao Huang and gesturing for him to get on top.

Amidst Zhang Jing's gentle moans, Xiao Huang brought his mouth to her ear, licking and saying something to her. Zhang Jing, stimulated, nodded repeatedly. Xiao Huang's lips suddenly pressed against Zhang Jing's. Zhang Jing tilted her head slightly, seemingly resisting, yet also accepting... Soon, a dazed expression appeared on Zhang Jing's face as she was completely immersed in a passionate kiss. She moaned, "Mmm... Oh..." Her sensual lips twisted slightly under Xiao Huang's caresses, her fair arms tightly embracing his body, her high breasts pressed firmly against his chest...

Zhang Jing later told me that seeing her take the initiative to be intimate with Xiao Huang, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and I became even harder and more aroused... "Okay, let's share your body." Then, willingly, I lifted Zhang Jing's jade-like legs and asked Xiao Huang to ravage her to his heart's content. The three of us, in this way, went wild with lust to the extreme.

Xiao Huang then got back onto the bed, pressing his body against Zhang Jing's snow-white flesh. Between Zhang Jing's parted legs, he reached down and rubbed his glans against her vulva, then, holding his penis firmly, thrust downwards. His large penis, wet with her fluids, slid easily into her incredibly lubricated vagina. "Oh..." Zhang Jing cried out as Xiao Huang entered her again.

Xiao Huang's movements were the same as before, small but powerful. Zhang Jing's hair swayed with his thrusts. The two embraced tightly, their intercourse gradually reaching a passionate and ecstatic state.

Zhang Jing's vaginal fluids soaked both of their pubic hair and dripped onto the bed. I moved to their lower bodies, placing my fingers between Xiao Huang's legs and caressing Zhang Jing's perineum. Then I withdrew a little, admiring this exciting and thrilling scene of intercourse.

Xiao Huang forcefully spread his wife's leg apart with one knee, his taut, prominent leg muscles pressed tightly against Zhang Jing's smooth, delicate thigh. The harmonious beauty of the man and woman was evident even in the strength and grace of those two legs. His wife's legs were spread as wide as possible, her vaginal opening almost directly facing his rapid and forceful penetration. The skin around her vaginal opening, taut with a slightly bluish transparency, was translucent. At this moment, Xiao Huang's penis could penetrate to its deepest point with every thrust, without any obstruction.

However, when he withdrew halfway, he would return and forcefully thrust back to the bottom of her vaginal canal. Each time his penis passed through Zhang Jing, it caused her to contract or perhaps shudder.

"There's a labia majora inside my sister-in-law's vagina opening and closing; could it be that her cervix is opening…?" Xiao Huang paused, then reported to me. Zhang Jing groaned, "It's you...you've opened my flower core..." "Sister-in-law, you're squeezing me so tight, I've already reached the end. Your vagina is gripping me tightly now. Oh, it feels so good, the flesh inside is even tighter. Round and round." He said, thrusting deeply again, pressing himself tightly against Zhang Jing, and then stopped.

"Mmm...I'm so embarrassed...No...don't say it..." Zhang Jing's voice was trembling with sobs, but upon closer listening, it wasn't discomfort, but rather a sense of ethereal bliss, as if she had reached the pinnacle of life and was about to soar. At this moment, Xiao Huang's legs were straight, accompanied by slight trembling, presumably from enjoying the series of contractions caused by his wife's vaginal spasms during her orgasm. Perhaps stimulated by the sucking sensation caused by his wife's vaginal spasms,

he trembled along with her. "Ah...oh..." Zhang Jing cried out even louder, her hands gripping the pillow tightly, her whole body

twisting , her beautiful face radiating the intoxicating glow of sexual pleasure... Time passed second by second, and when the clock struck six, Xiao Huang was still holding Zhang Jing's buttocks and thrusting hard from behind. He used just the right amount of force in his thrusts, each time he penetrated deep into Zhang Jing's vagina, he would pause heavily, then twist his hips forcefully from side to side, so that Zhang Jing could feel his penis, which had swelled to its maximum size, even more intensely inside her. Zhang Jing was kneeling on the headboard, her legs weak, her face wet with sweat that soaked her beautiful hair. If it weren't for my support below, she wouldn't have been able to stand up at all.

*Plop...plop...plop...* Soft sounds emanated from their lower bodies. Zhang Jing's astonishing fluids flowed down her thighs, overflowing onto the sheets beneath her. Finally, I had to switch sides with her, and they resumed their activities.

Xiao Huang's thrusting movements became increasingly vigorous, penetrating deep into Zhang Jing's body, almost suffocating her. Several times, due to the excessive force, his penis slipped out of her vagina. Xiao Huang simply lifted his hips slightly, skillfully pushing his penis back into his wife's vagina. Zhang Jing's cries were now devoid of meaning, only faint moans emanating from her abdomen with each deep thrust: "Oh... um... um... um... um..." I could feel the throbbing sensation of Xiao Huang emanating from Zhang Jing's body.

"Darling, are you alright?" I asked. Zhang Jing seemed completely immersed in passion, her face showing an expression of ecstasy during sex. Beads of sweat dripped from her body, condensing on her nose and sticking to her temples. She leaned against my chest, looking at me blankly, nodded, and forced a smile: "I'm alright... but... I've never felt this stimulated before... wave after wave, I... I'm going to lose it again!"

Suddenly, Xiao Huang increased his speed, causing their bodies to slam against each other with a loud "thump! thump!" Zhang Jing could no longer move, impulsively hugging Xiao Huang tightly, her teeth clenched but trembling, her lips almost... She was bitten until she bled, and all I heard was her scream again, "I'm...I'm...I'm coming again!"

Then she clung to the man on top of her, trembling uncontrollably. Just as Zhang Jing embraced Xiao Huang, in an instant, with Xiao Huang's most violent thrust, Zhang Jing let out a hoarse cry. Xiao Huang abruptly stopped thrusting, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against his wife's buttocks, holding her firmly in place. I couldn't see the expression on his face—whether it was excitement or pleasure—but I could see the intermittent relaxation and tension in his buttocks muscles, his body trembling slightly, and a section of the base of his penis still protruding from her vagina, the pulsation of the protruding urethra even faintly visible.

I knew—he was ejaculating inside my warm vagina! In the throes of orgasm, Zhang Jing writhed uncontrollably, her eyes wide as she watched Xiao Huang tremble. Clearly, she knew the penis inside her was ejaculating. Then, their bodies pressed tightly together. They both began to spasm and convulse simultaneously. Zhang Jing's body, which I was familiar with, now felt strange to me. I couldn't reconcile the almost divine purity I held in my heart with such a voluptuous body and surging lust.

A moment later, Xiao Huang went limp, collapsing onto Zhang Jing, his buttocks still twitching with the lingering tremor of ejaculation, like a brilliant shooting star leaving a faint trail of light after it streaked across the night sky. Zhang Jing turned around and hugged his broad back tightly. Her small, white hands on his dark, languid back resembled two blooming calla lilies

after their release. He slightly raised his body, as if announcing to Zhang Jing that his body was about to leave her. Zhang Jing swayed slightly, as if reluctantly letting out a soft moan, her legs still tightly pressed together, and she hugged him even tighter.

Women always feel a strange attachment to the departure of the man who has penetrated their bodies, whether it is their husband of many years or a stranger they have only met for a little over an hour. Zhang Jing was clearly hesitant to express this feeling, but I prefer to believe it was an emotion arising from the complete satisfaction of her body.

After leaving his penis inside her for a while, Xiao Huang lifted the other leg that was pressing against Zhang Jing. He tried to separate Zhang Jing's legs with his hands, but Zhang Jing must have exerted some force, because her legs did not budge, making it a little difficult for Xiao Huang to pull his penis, still attached to the sheath, out of her body.

At this moment, Xiao Huang, like a considerate husband, stopped forcing his way out. He continued kissing his wife, their faces pressed together, while he used his hand to reach between their bodies, pinching the rubber band of the condom between his fingers and slowly pulling his waist back. A large patch of Zhang Jing's disheveled hair covered Xiao Huang's face. Several times she tried to kneel down, but Xiao Huang used one arm to support her, keeping her kneeling again.

"Pull!" The tender red lips parted, and Xiao Huang's body slowly withdrew from Zhang Jing's body. The organ that had just been so powerful, hot, and exciting, bringing Zhang Jing such intense pleasure, gradually slid out of Zhang Jing's still-hot cavity as its owner left, leaving behind a few thin strands of fluid. Both looked at each other with satisfaction and affection. Xiao

Huang completely withdrew his penis from Zhang Jing's body, his penis still semi-erect. He stood up, holding the base of the condom with his hand, and carefully walked towards the bathroom. I saw that the tip of the condom covering Xiao Huang's shrunken, limp penis was glistening with milky white semen...

After he withdrew, I looked at my wife, her face flushed with desire, having just been with another man, and an inexplicable urge surged through me. I pulled Zhang Jing's body to the edge of the bed, made her lie face down, and fiercely pounced on her, thrusting my erect penis deep into her wet, hairy cave. I began another frenzied assault on her... At that moment, I felt I wasn't making love, but rather madly taking revenge, mercilessly trampling on my Zhang Jing, as if trying to reclaim what I had lost...

I continued to thrust repeatedly. Zhang Jing kept moaning, and her moans grew louder with each thrust. Encouraged by her moans, I thrust even harder and more violently. Zhang Jing's moans began to tremble, and her vaginal fluids increased, making a "plop, plop" sound as my penis entered and exited. At that moment, my wife suddenly kissed me, and I, of course, returned the kiss passionately. Just then, something strange happened. I felt my wife's lower body, tightly wrapped around me, begin to twitch and vibrate. At first, it was a violent tremor, but later it transformed into a wave-like rhythmic movement of the vaginal walls. My penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, a sensation of unparalleled pleasure.

My surprise turned to excitement, and then to an unprecedented enjoyment. My wife and I didn't need to move; simply holding each other tightly, the twitching effect from her magical private parts drove her into a frenzy, experiencing multiple orgasms, while also sending my blood rushing. I couldn't help but recall what Xiao Huang had said during my wife's orgasm. Xiao Huang had said that my wife's innermost part was wide open, and when he penetrated to the tip, it felt like a pair of fleshy lips opening and closing, with rings of flesh gripping tightly inside—it felt so good.

We embraced tighter and tighter, her swollen vagina gripping my burning penis, merging into one, our curves perfectly aligned. I felt the heat of her vagina, and the head of my penis, churning within it, sent shivers of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes, focusing intently on the intense pleasure of this frenzied intercourse, thrusting upwards to penetrate her deepest depths. I truly thanked the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing humanity endless joy and pleasure… Though I couldn't help feeling a pang of envy for the stranger who had experienced this wonder from this body before me, I understood: it was precisely because of this stranger's presence that we both discovered such amazing wonder within my wife's body.

Suddenly, a long, sharp cry escaped her throat, "Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…" Her limbs clung to my body like an octopus, her vulva sucking at my penis with a pulsating, fish-like motion. I felt an invisible hand gripping my penis tightly; I knew she had reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

I couldn't hold back any longer! So, with all my might, I thrust in and out more than ten times. A pleasurable shudder ran through me, my blood rushed to my brain, I shivered, and a warm sensation rose in my lower abdomen, rushing down to my genitals. This heat gushed out from that opening, and finally, a gush of hot semen erupted, shooting into her depths in waves. I felt my penis convulsing, the glans burning like a volcano, its tip beginning to spew molten lava. With each thrust, it shot out a stream, seven, eight, or even more, unrestrainedly ejaculating inside my wife's body. At this moment, Zhang Jing was also trembling all over, the sheets pulled up to her chest, her calves shaking, her vulva spasming, eagerly absorbing the semen I had ejaculated inside her. My thick, hard penis throbbed deeply deep inside her tight vagina ten or so times before finally settling down. She tensed, moaning ecstatically, clinging tightly to me, savoring the peak pleasure of my penis ejaculating at her cervix. We finally reached the ecstasy of intercourse together, trembling slightly as we experienced one orgasm after another.

When we finally calmed down, I groaned, and she let out a long breath. We relaxed, exhausted, the unprecedented pleasure leaving us with an unprecedented fatigue.

I lay on top of her, smoothing her disheveled hair, my body pressed against her full, soft form. She lay beneath me, her body supple and boneless. My penis, still firmly inside her after the intense thrusting, was tightly gripped by her inner thighs, the glans still itchy, sending a faint, warm, and wet sensation of pleasure through me.

Zhang Jing had truly lost her virginity. Her fair, full body, exuding the unique fragrance of a mature woman, was offered without reservation to a stranger right before my eyes. A strange man, using his own free will and methods, wantonly unleashed his sexual desire on this beautiful, delicate body. These glistening thighs, supple waist, full breasts, beautiful vulva, shy breaths, and melodious moans, which originally belonged only to me, had become a shared object in the past hour! But at the same time, I felt a kind of pleasure, a pleasure from the bottom of my heart. I could even say that this was the most exciting and enjoyable experience I had ever had since I began having sex. Only I know the reason for this; I know I've become intoxicated by this feeling.

Zhang Jing finally opened her eyes and asked me tenderly, "Honey, are you tired? Lie on me and rest." Throughout the entire three-way lovemaking, Zhang Jing had shyly kept her eyes closed; only now did she open them.

I shook my head, tidied Zhang Jing's messy hair, and gently caressed her breasts. Zhang Jing blinked at me, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "I feel like he's a little different from you..." I shushed her and quickly covered her mouth with my hand. I was worried that Xiao Huang would hear our comments and feel bad about it. We remained still for a long time. Zhang Jing gently kissed my face, while I quietly remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her contractions, and her lubrication, savoring the wonderful feeling after this intense orgasm. Zhang Jing rested her head on my side and whispered, "Honey, just now... I... I..." I knew what she was thinking; she was afraid I would have a bad impression of her. I smiled, gently stroked her hair, and said, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter what happens in bed, as long as we're both comfortable."

Zhang Jing hugged me tightly and said, "Honey, you're so good." I hugged her back and said, "I will always love you." I had a vague feeling that our sex life might become more colorful in the future. After Xiao Huang finished washing up, I told Zhang Jing to go wash up first. Zhang Jing, naked and with her voluptuous body, walked out in front of us and went into the bathroom.

Later, Zhang Jing told me that she carefully washed the nipples that Xiao Huang had sucked and the parts he had kissed. In the ecstasy of the moment, she needed that sucking and kissing; after calming down, she felt she had to remove those marks because she belonged to her husband and couldn't accept other men leaving anything on her.

Women's psychology has always been so contradictory. It was already 6:45 PM. From when we entered the room, the three of us had been playing for over an hour. While

Zhang Jing was washing up, I asked Xiao Huang, "How was it? Was your sister-in-law alright?" Xiao Huang nodded and said, "Although she didn't seem very open at first, she was very cooperative during sex, making the experience very comfortable. I can say it's the first time I've encountered such a compatible partner in sex; it was really enjoyable."

I nodded and then told Xiao Huang that we had to leave first; it was getting late, and Zhang Jing had to rush to a wedding. Xiao Huang nodded understandingly and said, "Then hurry up and go, he'll be staying here tonight." We chatted as we slowly got dressed. He said he really enjoyed being with us, and I teased him, saying, "If you like, feel free to call us anytime."

A little while later, Zhang Jing came out of the door. Suddenly, she saw that we were all dressed, leaving her completely naked. The lights in the room were all on again, making her feel embarrassed, and she wanted to sneak back into the bathroom. I went over and hugged her, saying, "It's okay, we've already done something intimate, so don't hide anymore." So, I pulled her out of the bathroom, pushed her in front of Xiao Huang, and said, "We're leaving soon, let's be intimate one last time."

I went into the bathroom, tidied myself up, packed my things, and when I came out, Zhang Jing was already dressed and waiting for me in the room. She still looked so elegant and beautiful, but her face was covered with a shy blush. Looking at my dignified and elegant Zhang Jing, who would have thought that just a few minutes ago, she was a wanton woman enjoying sexual pleasure!

After the passion subsided, Zhang Jing's shyness in front of Xiao Huang seemed to intensify. When it was time to leave, I said goodbye to Xiao Huang; Zhang Jing didn't say a word. Zhang Jing later said that she felt very embarrassed and left the room as if she were running away.

After thinking about it, Zhang Jing told me that she felt guilty towards Xiao Huang. He had been very kind and considerate to her, and he hadn't left a word, so she felt a little sorry for him. Zhang Jing was always so kind and compassionate. Before getting into the car, Zhang Jing blurted out, "I've already experienced it. You said it was just once, so please don't do it again, okay?"

My heart tightened, and I asked Zhang Jing if she didn't feel happy. Zhang Jing admitted that she did feel very good physically, very excited, and had a fresh and exciting feeling she had never experienced before. But she was worried that what I was doing was too time-consuming and energy-draining, and it would affect her family life. I reassured her that this wouldn't happen too often, and that I would only arrange it when appropriate, asking her not to worry. Then I asked if she would still like me to arrange it like this in the future. Zhang Jing vaguely agreed, saying, "We'll see later."

I knew that Zhang Jing couldn't forget the joy of this, but she didn't want to encourage me to do it too much, hence her perfunctory reply. Zhang Jing is a good woman; she was afraid that I would become addicted to this game and become obsessed with it. I asked Zhang Jing if she was nervous when we were about to play the three-person game and enter the room. Zhang Jing replied that she wasn't nervous because it was my arrangement, and even if she didn't want to accept it, she didn't want to make me angry. At that moment, I had a "go for it" mentality, willing to endure anything, even if it meant going through fire and water.

As it turned out, how could I ask my beloved Zhang Jing to go through fire and water? All she got was pleasure!

However, I believe Zhang Jing's words are true. Because she trusts me, she isn't afraid of anything; she's just doing something she doesn't want to do. In comparison, I feel that I suffered far more emotional conflict and psychological torment.

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