I've been wanting to write something, including stories about group sex encounters and relationships with internet celebrities (continued 1).

Introduction —

So far, the content has mainly focused on marital activities, including threesomes and foursomes,
spanning my student days to my thirties. The following story, while essentially still within this circle, I
think will offer a fresh perspective and make you marvel at the wonder of the world and the magic of fate, just as I do.
(I'm a believer in cause and effect; whether good or bad, as long as you do something, there will naturally be gains and losses.)

【Her Story】
My acquaintance with this girl is like the saying goes: out of 6 billion people in the world, the probability of us meeting is
one in 6 billion, or one in 50 million when winning the lottery. About two years before my marriage, I casually
added a local couple on QQ. I vaguely remember they were looking for someone to chat with, not someone to actually do anything. However,
after adding them on QQ, there was no further contact; we never chatted, and I never saw them online
. It was a bit strange, though; the QQ profile picture was female, and the gender was listed as female. Of course, this is quite common in this circle
.
Two years later, one afternoon before I left work, this QQ account inexplicably came online. But
after two years, who would remember what it was? I didn't pay any attention at all (and it was clearly a long-dormant
QQ account). But fate is strange, and this QQ account suddenly sent me a message (for
ease of remembering and address, let's call her Cat). Cat: Who are you? (As for why she asked me,
she later told me that she had discovered this QQ account very by chance, and just happened
to see me online out of curiosity). I was very confused. I didn't remember who she was at all. Although her QQ profile picture was a
cartoon female character, it didn't mean anything, and I couldn't recall her at all. However, I
usually only added people within my circle on that QQ account, rarely adding strangers. Then I replied directly: I don't remember
when I added you. I don't know how to introduce myself. Who are you? Butterfly? Joy? A friend from the community?
She didn't reply immediately, nor did she directly answer my question. Instead, she said, Cat: How did you add me? Me:
I forgot too, it must have been a long time ago. Then I noticed her QQ profile and realized we were
from our area. I told her I added her because it's rare to meet a local. We
'd never really communicated or chatted. Hearing this, she just said, "Cat Cat: I understand," and then stopped
talking. But I still felt it was rare to meet a local couple, so I told her about my situation. I said
I wasn't continuing to engage in couple-based dating anymore, and asked about her situation. She seemed evasive
and reluctant to discuss this (which was confirmed later when we got together). Cat Cat: What
's the situation? Then I told her, "Are you and your wife still involved in couple-based dating?" (At the time, I didn't really
see her as a woman, and I couldn't possibly know.) Cat Cat: We haven't been in contact for a long time. You seem to know a lot about it
? Me: I know a little bit, but it's still nice to meet a local in this circle, it's rare.
Cat Cat: What circle? (At the time, I didn't know if she was pretending.) Then I mentioned some forum
names and dating/marriage activities, asking her which category you belonged to. She slyly replied, "We're nothing like that
. You seem to know a lot. Are you part of this circle?" (At that point, she seemed completely curious and
purely cautious. Of course, I wasn't that knowledgeable enough to determine she was a woman based on this alone.) I didn't
think much of it , assuming this guy genuinely didn't know much, and we changed the subject, starting to talk about
local topics. As we chatted, we naturally drifted to where we were from. Because I hadn't
considered anything else, I directly told her my approximate address. She was surprised to say she
worked not far from where I lived. I was also surprised; we had been too focused and hadn't paid attention before. But when we talked about
local topics and life, she was clearly just testing the waters out of curiosity, while I was basically just leading the conversation, chatting idly back and forth
. We didn't talk much, and the conversation wasn't fast. I don't remember the specific details clearly, so
I won't go into more detail. But after chatting for about 30 minutes, I could clearly sense that the
person on the other end was most likely a woman. Her tone of voice and the deliberate linguistic traps I'd set made it clear she was a woman.
This didn't surprise me too much, because I'd encountered this before (the husband wouldn't chat, so the wife would).
At this point, still feeling rather lewd, I suddenly said to her, "In such a small circle,
it's rare that you two can still keep in touch after not being online for years. It means we're destined to meet, especially since we're both locals
. Maybe I'll run into you downstairs someday, brother!" (I pretended I still didn't know she was a woman). Then
she said to me, "I'm not a brother, and that's impossible. We won't meet, and you won't see me."
I feigned surprise and said, "You're a girl? That's really unexpected." Cat: "So what if she's a woman? This is my
husband's old alternate account. I just happened to see this QQ number and logged in to check it out today." Then I ignored
the topic and continued, "Beautiful lady, don't disbelieve in coincidences. Maybe I'll run into
you downstairs someday." Cat said dismissively, "Even if we meet, so what? You don't know me, and how would you know if I
'm beautiful or ugly?" —At this point, dear readers, what would you honestly say? Haha, here's
my answer, and I'm glad I did. I said: "Really? 'Beautiful lady' is a polite way of addressing someone. Don't you
work near me? I'll wait for you at the bus stop you always pass after work; I'm sure I'll see you." (She
had previously mentioned that she works here but lives elsewhere, taking bus number X to and from work.) Cat: "Haha,
do you think you're a god? So many people can recognize me?" Me: "You don't believe me? Just by chatting with you, I can
roughly figure out your situation." (Readers, don't overthink it; this is obviously bragging. Of course, there are still some clues. ) "We'll see when you get off work. Tell me roughly what time you'll be taking the bus, and I guarantee I can recognize you in
the crowd ." Cat: "Who would believe you? You're not a bad person, are you?"
I said, "Of course not," and then I promptly
sent her a recent photo of myself. Then I asked her, "Do I look like a bad guy?" (The photo I sent was taken before a meeting.)
The photo showed me at work, wearing a formal suit. I had already gained weight by then, so I wouldn't call myself handsome,
but I certainly had presence and looked clean. After seeing the photo, Maomao said I didn't look like someone who'd been around
the block, but so what? I said, "You're really giving me a high compliment, just one sentence like 'doesn't look like someone who's been around the block'? Since you don't look like a bad guy, tell me when you
get off work and take the bus." She didn't say anything after I said that, and I thought I was being too pushy and had
annoyed her. But after a while, she replied casually, "I get off work at XX o'clock,
it's there, come and see.
" ——————Speaking of which, I want to share my feelings. Actually, I only described our chat history and content
with about 70-80% accuracy (simply put, I don't have such a great memory), so it might
not be very smooth for everyone to read. But I believe there are people who can relate to this. Language is a profound and complex subject. I only have a superficial understanding of linguistics
, but the effects are clearly useful. In many situations, respecting others' opinions and statements, grasping their psychological
focus, using tactics like playing hard to get, creating occasional moments of mystery, and calmly guiding the conversation can reveal some of
the other person's true situation. By observing these flaws (everyone has a subconscious wariness of strangers),
you can analyze and speculate about things. Regarding my earlier suggestion to find her at the train station, I honestly don't have
that ability; I just wanted to create an opportunity. Making it sound too mystical would backfire. My
reason for daring to make this request is simple: knowing her curiosity was part of my previous verbal offensive, I was subtly
testing her, and she continued to chat with me and was willing to discuss small issues.
Getting back to the point, after receiving her reply, I wasn't overly excited. Instead, I calmly asked her, "Aren't you
afraid I'm a bad person?" Then she said, "This is the first time I've done this with a stranger online. I'm seeing if you can really
recognize me. I feel both worried and strange" (she just thought it was fun). After that, I didn't say much
, but secretly made preparations. When the time came, I went downstairs early and drove to the bus stop, a
place with a huge flow of people, which is probably why she dared to play this game with a stranger. When I arrived, I parked on the side of the road. My
car windows are very deep; you can see out, but you can't see in from the outside. Then I contacted her on QQ
to say I had arrived. She didn't respond until about ten minutes after her workday ended, when she said she was walking
this way, ready to get on the bus. (I guess she was definitely scared and excited at the time, because she didn't know if I
was a bad guy or not.) After that, I was like a spy in the car, staring at the crowd at the station, still trying to guess
what she looked like (to be honest, this was a new kind of thrill, I don't know how to describe it, was it an affair? Peeping?
None are appropriate). After a while, because there were too many people there, I really couldn't
pinpoint her, so I sent her a QQ message, asking if she could tell me what color clothes she was wearing, nothing else. She didn't reply, but
I knew she should be nearby. I kept my eyes glued to the crowd for at least 10 minutes
, when she suddenly sent me a QQ message saying she had already boarded the bus and left, wearing a long white coat, and jokingly
asked me, "Did you see who I am?" I was stunned. There were so many people, how could I possibly recognize her accurately?
But there was one thing, because the bus she was taking was the X route, so I only noticed the young women on this X route bus
, so I had a little impression of her. I remember there were about three women in long white coats, one of them was beige.
However, this made it impossible for me to confirm, as I only saw her from the side most of the time, and it was difficult to see her clearly from the front. But at this
point, I forced myself to say I saw her, asking if she was the tall , fair-skinned girl (
actually, this was purely a guess based on the available information; would a girl have the courage to wear such a long coat, especially a white one, if she didn't have good skin or wasn't tall enough?). Then, Maomao said: "It might be me, but I won't tell you too much." I won't go into the details of the subsequent chat history; length is an issue, and it's time to get to the important part. After this special and exciting little episode (although we didn't actually meet in person), our online relationship was clearly completely different from when we first met. She didn't seem too averse to it; on the contrary, she found it quite amusing . I started talking to her about more topics, and she gradually opened up. I learned that after work, she would definitely go to the city to practice yoga and then go to stay with her relatives. I subtly inquired about her evening routine, learning that her husband wasn't around (I later learned it was due to work, a temporary long-distance relationship in two cities). I won't go into details about how I engaged her in conversation or what we discussed. I wasn't about to stop there . Through our conversation, I sensed she was a rational girl (girls without strong opinions wouldn't usually be in this situation). My next plan was naturally to formally invite her out. The plan was simple: have tea, chat, and let me see her in person. Initially, she was completely resistant, offering many reasons, but I knew none of them could truly deter me. She worried I was a shady character or had ulterior motives, but I dismantled all her arguments with my own methods. I didn't know the outcome, nor did I know what I ultimately wanted. To sleep with her? But I wasn't lacking in women. Looking for excitement? That, I think, was my true intention. I was really enjoying figuring out how to get her to meet me, because the feeling was special, unlike a lover or a casual fling— it was on a completely different level. After two days of repeated persuasion and teasing, and with some safe and effective arrangements, she agreed to let me wait for her at the station after my yoga practice that evening, just so I could catch a glimpse of her. (Even at night, the station was brightly lit and bustling with people.) That night, I didn't drive; I walked there. Honestly, dear readers and fellow enthusiasts, I don't know what you think, but once things take a turn for the better, as a man, I have to calmly analyze the situation. What if something unexpected happens? Because I'm a married man (my wife was three months pregnant at the time) . You can play around, you can push the boundaries, but what if I encounter a "keyboard warrior" or something? I can't say my judgment is 100% accurate; I won't explain what a keyboard warrior is. So that night, I decided...

I didn't drive, only brought a phone and some loose cash. When the appointed time arrived, the bus stopped and drove off.
I remember four people got off, but I recognized her immediately. Nothing unexpected happened (she had seen my photo before,
and we were on the same page; we didn't use any special signals to identify each other, we just knew each other at a glance). I went over and politely
greeted her, then stood next to her. She seemed nervous, constantly looking around (I could even
feel her body trembling slightly). She politely responded and said, "Let's
talk as we walk." Then I looked at her more closely. She had long, flowing hair and was quite tall,
between 1.65 and 1.68 meters (without shoes). I couldn't see her skin clearly because it was night, but she looked young, definitely
not in her 20s, more like in her 30s. She was above average in looks; I wouldn't call her stunningly beautiful, but dressed appropriately, she was definitely a beauty
(her figure was the best; she didn't have my ex-girlfriend's 36D bust, but it was at least a 34D, and she was fairer and more delicate; most importantly, she
had beautiful legs, but that's another story). I can't remember what we talked about that night; it was mostly
trivial stuff, mostly everyday conversation, asking about her daily life without prying into her privacy.
After walking for about 20 minutes, we arrived near where she lived. We said goodbye and went our separate ways home.
Nothing inappropriate happened on the way; it was very ordinary, like a casual stroll and chat between friends. She was clearly not
the kind of woman who would be promiscuous or slutty; she just seemed like a normal, friendly neighbor, and she didn't mention anything
about marriage or casual sex. I was satisfied because I had achieved my goal: I had met her. This was a
good start. First, she didn't reject me. We chatted and walked, and although she didn't talk much, I could tell she
didn't seem to dislike me. I just talked about everyday things like any other friend. After that meeting
, she seemed to sense my sincerity, and our conversations became increasingly broad. The following
evening, I invited her out for tea, which marked the beginning of a deeper connection.

That night, my intention was simply to find a place to chat, but she remained
wary and worried. Every time I went to a place to rest and talk
, she kept insisting that we couldn't go to a hotel room, a private room, or a secluded spot. I could only
laugh it off and express my understanding. After some deliberation, I found a teahouse. Once inside, I
told her that we should find a private space to chat, repeatedly assuring her that it was a large,
reputable teahouse and I wouldn't do anything to her. Perhaps she trusted me, or perhaps she believed the objective
facts I presented, she agreed. I asked the owner to book a small entertainment room—basically
a room with a mahjong table, sofa, tables, and tea area. When ordering, she was quite considerate; although she let me order, she also told me not to spend too much
and that nothing was necessary. I just smiled and ordered some tea, her favorite hot drinks, and some snacks. It was
funny and coincidental, really. When the owner delivered the food, he told us that the police were downstairs checking rooms and IDs
. I could clearly sense her nervousness, so I asked the owner, "Boss,
does your teahouse offer massage services?" The owner said, "Definitely not. They're checking for gambling." Hearing this, she felt relieved
. After the owner left, I took the opportunity to tease her, saying, "Look how scared you are." A few jokes, combined with our past experiences
, made it easier for her to open up. We talked a lot until I was sure she wouldn't be offended. Then I asked her what I'd
always wanted to know: what was going on between her and her husband, and why they were involved in this kind of thing. At first, she was
evasive and didn't understand. But I wasn't giving up, so I used my usual approach. I casually
mentioned it, then sincerely recounted my past with my wife, and told her
why my wife and I had gotten involved in this kind of thing, etc. You know, women can
connect on a deeper level, even if they've never met. She was curious why my wife tolerated me, and how I would convince her, so I
told her the truth. (Of course, I definitely didn't mention my previous premarital experiences.) Once I opened up and shared my private matters
, she naturally stopped being so evasive. She then told me that she and her
husband weren't married yet, just single, and that last year she had actually tried masturbation. When she
talked about masturbation, especially since she was experiencing it, her eyes clearly dimmed, and her tone became
slightly resentful. I didn't press her for details. (But here's something rather shameless: I got an erection.
I felt hot and my blood was boiling. Undeniably, masturbation has a powerful effect on me. Especially since the
person involved was sitting right in front of me, and the most impressive thing was that she was the woman.)
——
...

Then, like many couples in our circle , Cat's boyfriend started getting involved in online dating services. Cat naturally objected at first, but repeatedly getting angry and ignoring him ultimately didn't solve the problem. I believe many couples can relate to this: once a seed of attraction has sprouted in your heart, it's very difficult to suppress. Perhaps you'll never actually go...

Trying it out, you might never actually take that step, but the moment your heart is touched by this circle, your
view of sex changes.
Then, Maomao told me a result that surprised me and made me think deeply. She said that
after learning about her boyfriend's idea, she went through a period of inner turmoil. She calmed down and told herself to consider the issue from
a different perspective. She told me she began to examine whether she lacked charm, sexual cooperation
, and allure. She also began to re-evaluate her boyfriend's idea of having a partner. Ultimately, although she spoke very rationally, I think perhaps out of helplessness, or perhaps out of love for her boyfriend, she agreed to it. She paused
here , and I didn't ask further. But after taking a sip of tea, she glanced at me and continued her story. She told me that after receiving her tacit approval, her boyfriend quickly contacted and implemented the plan. Soon, in about three months, they had found a couple from our surrounding area. (I hadn't seen it before.) At that moment, I felt a strange thrill mixed with the helplessness of the woman in front of me. I don't know how to describe it, but all I wanted to hear was for her to continue. She didn't go into the details (of course, a woman wouldn't say that in this situation), but I couldn't help but press her for information, though I did so subtly. She told me that she wasn't satisfied with the encounter because the man sweated a lot, and during the act, he soaked her with sweat (I wondered if it was because the air conditioning wasn't on). She also didn't really like the man, but because her boyfriend had chosen them, she had no choice but to accept and comply. Cat told me that after that encounter, the other woman 's husband seemed to like her a lot, repeatedly asking to contact her more often and wanting to speak to her alone, which she refused. However, after this experience, Cat didn't react as wildly as I had imagined; instead, she became quiet and withdrawn. I didn't speculate about why they acted this way, and even if I could guess a thing or two, I wouldn't try to find out. At this point in the story, due to length and privacy concerns, I'll only give a general overview of how things developed between us, without the same meticulous detail as when we first met. After our heart-to-heart talk at the teahouse, our relationship naturally deepened, at least on a spiritual level; we had a basic understanding and resonance. Their experiences also inspired . Then, I could see that Cat was currently in a very delicate phase; her boyfriend wasn't around, and her worldview (values) had been completely shattered! The shock she felt inside certainly wasn't as rational and calm as it appeared on the surface. So, I decisively intensified my offensive, spending most of the day chatting with her. Since I've always loved making friends and traveling, I took her to some secluded spots that few locals knew about and rarely visited—beautiful, quiet, and serene places. I wasn't in a hurry to get anything from her or prove anything; I simply wanted to be a friend, helping her relax and unwind, without mentioning anything about the past. I believed that once there was basic physical contact, the relationship wouldn't feel so unfamiliar and awkward. So, several times, while going up stairs or hiking, I tried to make contact, but she rejected me each time. However, I knew the opportunity would come eventually. I spent three days taking her sightseeing, letting her roam freely with animals, and helping her relax. Even meals were arranged in special places, away from the city. My efforts paid off; her guard and defensiveness gradually lowered. While I soothed her emotional turmoil, I also took advantage of her vulnerability. She started talking to me about many things, her private life with her boyfriend, her family, and so on. I knew it was time. After all she had been through, I respected her, but I also had to be a little lewd. I gradually started steer the conversation towards more passionate topics, asking about her sex life and sexual encounters. (I really don't want to go into detail about how I train and tease women... please understand). I remember it was on the afternoon of the fifth day, before I even got off work. I made time early, contacted her, told her I missed her, and asked her to come with me. I picked her up in my car, and we drove around the city at a leisurely pace. We chatted as we drove. By this time, I already had my plans. Through the teasing and a little passion on the phone a few nights before, I knew she was more open now. Now, all I wanted was to kill time. The sun was shining brightly that day, and the temperature was a bit high (it's the transition between autumn and winter). So there wasn't a suitable outdoor spot. We just drove around and talked, occasionally telling some dirty jokes, and jokingly saying things like, "I've never tried car sex before, watch out, I might try it on you !" Around 5 pm, I deliberately drove to the city center and said I wanted to find a place to rest. She immediately asked where I wanted to rest, and then said I couldn't get a hotel room. I said, "No, that's fine." Then I drove around looking for a suitable place. Actually, I was already determined to get a room. I used various reasons to describe how crowded and inconvenient the city was at that time, and told her that there wasn't much suitable place, so we could only get a room for a few hours to rest first, and then go out for dinner later. She hesitated for a long time, but after my persistent persuasion along the way, she finally agreed. I was overjoyed, knowing that I absolutely couldn't miss this opportunity. Afterwards, I went straight to the best hotel in the city center. When I got to the front desk, I was about to book a room for a few hours, but the receptionist was incredibly sensible and told me, "Sir, there are no rooms available for a few hours." So I booked a standard room (she didn't know at the time). Because it was her first time in a hotel with a strange man, she kept her distance from me until I booked the room and gestured for her to come over. Only then did she cautiously follow me into the elevator. Once in the room, I resorted to my usual tactic of creating the right atmosphere. I boiled water for tea, turned on the TV, played music, half-closed the curtains, adjusted the fiber optic cable, and then considerately helped her take off her shoes and get her coat. My actions and words, however, didn't reveal anything in that direction (though I secretly wanted to pounce on her). She seemed quite tired, so she sat on the bed in her clothes, drinking water and watching TV. She appeared calm, but was clearly nervous, constantly afraid I would come closer and avoiding eye contact. I wasn't in a hurry. Actually, I didn't know how to break the ice. I tried my usual methods to draw her into my verbal trap, but it completely failed. She was, after all, an innocent girl who hadn't been "trained" yet; she wasn't so easily won over.

Then I started talking about trivial things, mentioning couples having sex, and a lot of other things, but mostly revolving around sex
, haha, it's wicked. I just kept guiding her in that direction. Then I started saying that since my
wife got pregnant, we haven't had sex (it's true, I won't go to prostitutes after marriage, and speaking
of which, I really want to share a concept with everyone, see if anyone else feels the same way. In my past,
I had quite a lot of experiences in the world of pleasure, due to work and other reasons. I went to Dongguan twice, but I won't go into other places. But
even in Dongguan, I always held one belief: I paid for it, and I still want to have sex with you? Am I
crazy? Haha, maybe that's selfish, but I really did just enjoy it many times without actually doing it.
As for what else you can enjoy without sex, you know). Getting off topic, when Cat heard me say that we hadn't had sex,
she seemed quite touched (later she told me that she felt sorry for me because I was so pent up). Then I took the opportunity to slowly approach her
and sit down. I won't go into the details of what happened next, but when I first touched her (just my hand),
she trembled as if she'd been electrocuted. I was incredibly happy because I'd met a truly
exceptional, innocent girl. Slowly, I moved from touching her hand to hugging her, then to playing with her hair, and so on. Once she
was comfortable with a stranger's touch, I moved towards her breasts. I estimated her breasts to be at least a 34D. And
her skin was incredibly fair and clean. When I first touched her breasts, she
trembled violently for a moment, then suddenly pushed me away and said, "We can't do this." I just smiled. (Wow
, even I don't believe I wouldn't do anything to you now.) I guessed she was thinking about her boyfriend, and that
I was married, etc. I smiled and said, "Kitty, don't be afraid, let it happen naturally." She didn't speak, nor
did she choose to leave. I knew the time had come, and so I began to very gently admire and caress her from head to toe.
Feeling her sensitivity and the emotional impact, I unbuttoned her top while grabbing her hand that was pushing me away, telling her to trust
me and not to be afraid. The rest is history. As I unhooked her bra, my already erect penis became even
more engorged. She truly had perfect breasts; not only were they beautiful, but they were also large and white, and more importantly, the nipples
were a delicate pink—absolutely gorgeous. After admiringly experiencing her upper body, she pushed me away again, but this time
not as a rejection. Instead, as I prepared to move down below, she suggested we shower. Of course, I let the lady go first
, but how could I really let her shower alone? As soon as she finished undressing, I rushed in. She tried to push me away,
but how could I let her succeed? Then, she abandoned her reserve and naturally began undressing and showering. When
we stood facing each other, both naked, I realized I had underestimated her skin.
Many girls are fair-skinned from head to toe, but very few are as clean as hers; there were almost no pimples or blemishes. (Later I learned
this was related to her diet and frequent use of sulfur soap.) While she was showering, I joined her and helped her wash as well. Of course,
washing was one thing, but the main reason was to take advantage of her body; her body was simply irresistible. During the shower, she became
quite carefree, perhaps having figured things out. She let me tease and caress her, letting me
wash her genitals and anus. I quickly filled myself up and pressed my penis against the bathroom wall, then penetrated her from behind.
It was incredibly tight inside; she was a young woman who hadn't given birth. Her pubic hair was sparse and clean. After
about five minutes, I couldn't take it anymore—it was too stimulating and too pleasurable. I felt like ejaculating, so I stopped,
gave a towel, and then carried her to the bed. Like COCE, she was the kind of woman I actively wanted to perform oral sex on, licking her genitals
. She was very clean and had no odor. I won't go into details about the sex scene at this point; you can imagine it yourself. The encounter lasted
about 40 minutes, twice in total. Her oral skills seemed quite average, probably because she rarely practiced with her boyfriend and hadn't
received professional training. However, the unexpected surprise was her unique moaning;
it was incredibly satisfying and possessive for a man, the kind that's almost heart-wrenching, and completely natural and unpretentious.

After this, our relationship was basically clear. Although we'd only known each other for less than five days, we went directly from a spiritual
to a physical relationship. Due to space constraints, I won't go into the details of some minor incidents. In the days that followed,
we stopped testing each other like strangers and became like familiar lovers,
talking about everything. However, we clearly maintained our boundaries (no explanation needed, you all understand). During one conversation
, I asked her why she chose me, or accepted me. She said, "You're not exactly a handsome guy
(I'd gained weight by then), nor are you exceptionally gifted. But I feel comfortable with you, and it's hard for me to
feel any aversion towards you." I smiled silently, giving thanks to the god of love.
Our second sexual encounter soon followed. This time, my choice of location proved true: the most dangerous
place is the safest. I booked a room online at a hotel less than 300 meters from my home. Before our meeting
, she had told me in our previous conversations that she and her boyfriend had tried many new ways of making love
, and that I had bought her many sexy lingerie sets. I had also told her I liked black stockings. So, I asked her to wear black stockings and lingerie that day
. But what I didn't expect was that when I waited for her at the hotel, I eagerly hugged and
kissed her, only to find that she was wearing only sexy lingerie and a large coat over it. Without a word, I made her
take off her coat. Holy crap, she was 1.68 meters tall, with fair skin, beautiful legs in black stockings, and a sexy black bra. My nose was practically bleeding!
And most importantly, for me, this lingerie set was previously only for this girl's husband to see,
but now she was wearing it for me, which was a thrill and an excitement. The pleasure this time
was, needless to say, a battle of 300 rounds that still left me wanting more. During this battle, I took many erotic photos and close-ups, which she
readily agreed to, though of course, she tried to keep her face hidden as much as possible. Little did I know then that this would be the last time I was with her.

Sexual bliss always comes so suddenly and leaves so quietly. As I've said before, I believe in cause and
effect; for better or worse, there's always a reward or a price to pay. Secrets can't be kept forever, because of my negligence and...
In short, my wife noticed some clues, which I had anticipated and prepared for, but I didn't
expect it to be exposed so quickly. I won't go into the details of what happened, but I was prepared for the
inevitable. Ultimately, my wife only knew beforehand that we had a slightly ambiguous relationship, and because I was
prepared, I managed to keep it quiet. As for Maomao, none of the
dramatic . After I told her what happened, she calmly arranged to meet me and asked me to
delete her photos and other information in front of her. She also told me to take care of myself and my pregnant wife, as she was at her most vulnerable. When
she turned and got out of my car, I wasn't trying to make the story more sentimental; I genuinely saw
tears in her eyes. At that moment, I could only ponder. Was it love? Perhaps not entirely, but some of it is definitely there. When this moment
happened, what kept replaying in my mind weren't the images of making love with her, but rather the scenes of enjoying the scenery together
, shouting at the mountains together, watching farmers raise their animals together. I recalled her wisdom and understanding as a woman, as well as
her rare independence and composure. I even realized how precious the things she usually wouldn't let me spend too much on were.
I thought her appearance was just a dazzling flash in the pan, but every time the night is quiet,
a small space always appears in my heart to recall some of her words and deeds. It was also she who gave me a different perspective on marriage and relationships. I realized that
beyond its seemingly beautiful and passionate exterior, sex offers a different interpretation of love.

And now, writing this, I feel that this article is a kind of spiritual release for me.
You can think I'm hypocritical, you can think I'm pretentious, but whenever I recall these past experiences,
while savoring them, I feel a sense of relief, yet also a deep sense of guilt. As I mentioned before, I'm a contradiction. I love
pursuing new things, yet I'm hopelessly nostalgic. Like the photos with my cat—I deleted them initially, but later
restored them. I didn't intend to do anything with them. I deleted some later, keeping two. These
photos, without showing faces, would likely be mistaken for just a woman's explicit photos online. I considered including them in this
article, as I often see pictures in other people's posts. But I knew better. Keeping these two
is a selfish way of reminiscing, and also a warning to myself (so please forgive me, I was originally planning to feast your
eyes, but as I always say,
nothing . ^^). Not all stories have happy endings, and you can't cover everything up with eloquent words
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Conclusion.............

【Her Story】has come to an end. Many things were left unmentioned, such as her boyfriend's current situation and the
unexpected events that occurred during our relationship, as well as her promise to have a real-life outdoor sex session with me
(because she said she and her boyfriend had tried it before in a rapeseed field, which I've always longed for). Even more, she told me that if
her boyfriend found out about our relationship, she would tell him and have me participate in a threesome with them, etc. But I think these things are
no longer important. Finally, I'll share a heartfelt confession that I've always felt compelled to express. I'm not a moralist, nor
am I a preacher, but my experience tells me that men, no matter how much they play around or how unrestrained they are, must always adhere to
two words: integrity and righteousness, or in simpler terms, 【principles】 and 【responsibility】. I haven't done well in these areas, but I will strive to do so
, and I hope we can all learn from each other.

The remaining story is rather unique, and I was initially hesitant to continue. The more I uncovered past events
, the less joy I felt; instead, a growing heaviness settled over me. I don't want to say anything here that makes me feel sorry for my wife,
family, or the Party and the people. What I want to say is that at this moment, I remembered a
website I saw many years ago. I believe many people still remember it; it's called Pinsetang
. I don't remember much else about it, but one phrase has always been its motto: "A gentleman is fond of beauty but not lewd." This was originally said by Confucius, and I believe everyone has
their own interpretation, not just the original meaning of the ancient saying. I am one of those people, so I use this phrase to encourage myself to continue
writing the remaining stories, hoping for more support and attention. Your resonance is my greatest wish, because
I am no longer alone.

Introduction —————— The next section will recount my own fantastical experiences of lesbian love, a threesome with a married couple, and anal sex. It will be updated in two parts.

Finally, thank you to all the fellow enthusiasts who replied. I will continue to work hard. 9.21 00:21

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