The single man's heart was overjoyed

Many years ago, chat rooms on various websites were still very lively. I frequently traveled to Shanghai for business trips, and being alone there was quite lonely. In my hotel rooms, I often chatted aimlessly in various chat rooms to pass the time. Compared to cities like Beijing, Shanghai seemed more fashionable and open. The girls there were also more stylish and beautiful, giving me the opportunity to experience things I rarely had in my life.
Once, I met a girl in a chat room—let's call her S. I still clearly remember what S looked like and the details of what happened. After chatting a few times, we exchanged photos and both felt quite fond of each other. When I was in Shanghai again for business, we arranged to meet. S was about 27 or 28 years old at the time, working for a foreign trade company. Her husband also worked in foreign trade, and they had a child. Our first meeting was at a Western restaurant in Wujiaochang; we had dinner together. After finishing my business that day, I took a taxi to Wujiaochang, and it was almost dark. When I called to see her, she seemed quite fashionable, with above-average looks, about 163cm tall, and quite slim. We had dinner together, chatted casually, and nothing more happened before we parted. The next time I came to Shanghai, we met again, and she invited me to her hotel room. I won't go into details about what happened after that; it's a very cliché scenario. I felt S was a very nice person with a gentle personality. I stayed in Shanghai for many days that time, and during the day when I had nothing to do, I chatted with her online about everything.
I have a classmate in Shanghai, a very close friend, someone I can talk to about anything—let's call him Z—including women. Perhaps because I'm a bit better off, I'm quite popular with women, so I often tell him about things that happen. He's envious and said he'd introduce me to a girlfriend sometime, though he's already married. While chatting with S online, I thought of my classmate and told her, "I have a classmate, could you introduce me to a girlfriend?" I briefly explained my classmate's situation. Surprisingly, she readily agreed, saying she had a colleague and would ask if it was feasible. To be honest, although I sometimes had online flings back then, my upbringing and education prevented me from taking S's words seriously; I assumed she was just being polite. Later that afternoon, while chatting with S online, she told me, just before the end of the workday, that she had already arranged it with her colleague and that it was no problem, asking me to invite my classmate. I was a bit stunned; I hadn't expected it to be so fast. I quickly contacted my classmate Z, who said he was available that evening, so I arranged to meet him at my hotel room. S also said that after get off work, she and her colleague would go home for dinner and then come to my room together. With a mix of anxiety, nervousness, and anticipation, I hastily ate dinner and waited at the hotel, constantly urging my classmate to come quickly. However, Z, being a lecherous man, backed down at the last minute. His wife wouldn't let him out that night, so he kept trying to find excuses to come out. S called to say she was coming right away. Ugh.
To be honest, I had no idea what would happen when my classmate Z, S, and S's colleague arrived. I didn't even think about a threesome or anything like that; I was completely clueless. It was just that Z hadn't come out yet, which made me think that nothing would happen without him that night, haha.
While I was anxiously waiting, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and two people came in: S and S's colleague. S introduced her colleague, let's call her R. R was very pretty, my type—slim, and about 163cm tall. Two stylish and pretty Shanghai women—it was definitely sensual and ambiguous. We went into the room. R seemed a bit reserved and nervous. Everyone started talking a little incoherently, all a bit nervous, haha, probably because it was the first time anyone had faced this situation. Then I told her that my classmate couldn't come because of something important. At this point, S said they had already told their families they wouldn't be going home that night. Since they were colleagues, S said she would stay at R's place, and R said she would stay at S's place. It seems like we ended up in my room that night. I can't even remember how we ended up in bed. I remember S and I were being all lovey-dovey first, while R was joking around, not trying to hide anything. Their nonchalant attitude, or maybe they were prepared, made me, being a guy, pretend to be indifferent too. Actually, this was a first for me. S and I lay in bed, saying we were going to sleep. R went to the bathroom to shower and change, but after waiting a while, she didn't come out. I also went to the bathroom. When I went in, I saw R facing the mirror, pretending to fix her clothes. I said, "Oh, it's been so long!" Then I mustered up the courage to stand behind her and hug her. As soon as I hugged her, I felt R tremble; she was very nervous, and her voice trembled. But she didn't push me away, half-heartedly accepting, probably because she was mentally prepared, though not completely. Then she left the bathroom. Later, I started being affectionate with S in bed, with R on the outside. I started moving around with S in my arms. R was being mischievous, insisting on pulling back the covers so she could watch us make love. I gave in and let her have her way. S didn't object at all, just giggling. R watched me working hard on top of her, then stood under the bed, peered closer, and fainted. Then she even pushed my buttocks to help me move back and forth – something I never expected. Seeing how uninhibited they were, I was encouraged. With S on top, I moved in and out, one hand on each of R's breasts. Even now, as I type this, thinking about that scene still makes me feel horrified. After a while, we rested. Then I reached over S to touch R, and S pushed me to the middle of the bed. I touched R's genitals; they were already soaking wet. I rolled over, put on a condom, and got on top. R was very tight; I could clearly feel it constricting my penis – it felt great. Looking at the woman I liked beneath me, and next to me was a beautiful woman I had just made love with, it was incredibly exciting. That night, we took turns, and I don't know how many times we did it. Eventually, I was too exhausted to continue and drifted off to sleep. My phone alarm rang in the morning, and I struggled to get up because I had to catch an early flight back. The two of them also struggled to get up. After paying the bill, we said goodbye at the hotel entrance. As soon as I got into the taxi, I fell asleep again. I was so tired. I slept all the way to Hongqiao Airport, and then slept again on the plane until it landed. I was so exhausted; dealing with two people by myself was incredibly tiring. Later, I always teased my classmate Z, saying he made things difficult for me, that he hadn't come and I had to deal with both of them
alone. Although I found threesomes exciting, I couldn't overcome my inner boundaries and felt too embarrassed to continue. After that, when I came to Shanghai, I kept in touch with S and R, and had separate trysts with each of them. Later, when I was alone with R, I learned more about her. R and S were colleagues; her husband also ran a foreign trade business, and they didn't have children yet. Two or three years later, R had a child. R said she felt a good connection with me at first sight, so she was willing to spend more time with me alone later. The second time I visited R in Shanghai, I brought her a small gift, and she gave me one in return. R is a very nice girl.
Many years have passed, and I often think back to that scene. It's an experience in my life, something I never expected to happen, yet it occurred by chance. I think S and R were best friends, the kind who could share special experiences and men back then. Shanghai's cosmopolitan atmosphere gave them a fashionable and sophisticated air. I wish them happiness and joy now.

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