I've always wanted to write something (including group sex encounters and stories with online celebrities).

I've been wanting to write something (the title is simple, but the content is powerful, including group sex encounters and stories with internet celebrities).
As the title suggests, it might sound a bit sensational, but I believe the content is absolutely true and rich. I'm writing this simply to express things that have been buried in my heart for many years. There are psychological descriptions and sensual indulgences; I'll tentatively categorize it as narrative prose. (My writing isn't great, please forgive me.)
Getting back to the point, I'm a post-80s generation, and like most people, I experienced the curiosity and naivety of student life, even immaturity. There were some strange or sexual incidents during my student days (such as dating teachers, having sex secretly in the office, etc.), but I won't go into those here. It wasn't until
I entered the workforce, had girlfriends, and started a family that my mindset changed drastically in this era of increased social responsibility and pressure.
I remember in my junior year of college, a classmate introduced me to Maya.com. I guess veteran porn enthusiasts will know about it; it was quite attractive to us back then. Fate is also quite strange. By sheer coincidence, I met a fellow enthusiast. After adding each other on QQ and
spending time together, we found we clicked really well. Later, we learned that I was a student, while he was a married man who had been a "veteran" for many years. At first, we just talked about things like which websites were good and recommended each other (like Pinsetang, etc., which
might bring back some memories for veteran enthusiasts). Later, we talked about games. About six months after we met, he suddenly gave me a website link on QQ (Happy White-Collar Club, a website that closed down many years ago, so moderators don't need to worry about this being a disguised advertisement). This is
the website that still deeply influences me (perhaps for life). I think many friends will say that this is an exaggeration, just a website, how could it have such a profound impact? Admittedly, a website cannot have such magic, but a website is inanimate, while the people and their thoughts within it are alive, and their influence on people
is immeasurable. To briefly explain, Happy White-Collar Club was one of the earlier adult dating websites, a type of website for couples (compared to other sites like Fuqi and XXxuan). I remember being a little confused when I first opened the site, but I quickly figured it out.
Honestly , my initial reaction wasn't shock or bewilderment; rather, it felt like it opened a new window, a new understanding, and a new world for me. At that time, I couldn't imagine that sex could be elevated to this level.

Soon, I was drawn to the website and asked my old friend, "Are you interested in this?" He replied, "Very interested, but I wouldn't dare to persuade my wife. I just want to see and admire others." At that time, I
didn't understand these things between couples very well, and I only viewed adult dating, 3P, 4P, etc., with a purely lustful perspective. Later, after experiencing many things, this old friend still hadn't taken that step. (Looking back now, it's actually quite normal. In small towns, or cities and circles with limited perspectives and experiences
, taking that first step is very difficult. Based on my years of experience, some people attribute their failure to succeed in being a wife to her being too conservative or having a strict upbringing. But that's not necessarily the most crucial factor. The key lies in her worldview and social circle
. I remember an article on SEXINSEX by a foreign writer, "Let's Talk About a *** Party I Attended Around This Time Last Year," which shared a point that resonated with me: the stricter and more conservative one's upbringing, the more rebellious and crazy they are. "One is influenced by one's company"—this saying couldn't be more apt.)
Although my old friend who opened a window for me didn't succeed herself, I became addicted to it. Although I didn't have the conditions for a marriage at the time, it was still possible to get to know her and even attend some single men's events. Then, given the limited resources at the time
, I frequently browsed various dating websites for couples, leaving my alternate QQ number in hopes of connecting with other couples. Back then, while dating for couples was just emerging, it was actually more open than it is now. The reason is simple: society has become increasingly morally corrupt. Back then, if you chatted for a while, you could
video chat or send photos, even meet in person. Even if a single man was meeting a couple, they could usually see each other. But now, that's practically impossible. Couples are very afraid and worried about their privacy being leaked (because of so many unethical incidents). After countless exchanges and attempts
(I truly admire my patience back then), I finally found a couple (the wife was around 35-36 years old, the husband slightly older) who were willing to get to know me. In those days, single men faced considerable discrimination (perhaps still now), often perceived as taking advantage of others, a
point I don't deny. This couple was from SC, while I was from HB, a significant distance (back then, the social circle was smaller, and information from within the province wasn't abundant). The reason I sought out a couple from SC was because my girlfriend was there, and I would occasionally visit. I don't remember the detailed chat history with that couple
anymore, but basically, they had a relatively happy and comfortable family with a 12-13 year old child. After a long and unimaginably familiar yet uninteresting period of sex, they started to become interested in couples dating, but they were very hesitant at the time, constantly afraid and worried. After
two years of patient persuasion, the husband finally convinced his wife to try a threesome (swapping was out of the question). I was lucky; after selecting many single men, I felt that my conditions met my wife's requirements in all aspects. Since things were settled, I bought a train ticket to SC (I have to
say, back then, I really went to great lengths to have a special kind of sex). When I arrived in SC, I contacted the couple and found that it was at least a 4-hour train ride from the city where my girlfriend lived. It was already 4 pm, so I had to give up and told them I would
come to their place the next day. But things didn't go as planned, and that night I decided to visit my girlfriend and book a hotel room. Just as my girlfriend and I finished our passionate encounter and were resting, the couple I met sent me a text message asking if I had time to video chat that evening (we'd never video chatted before, only
communicated through photos; back then, making friends was much more honest). Unfortunately, my girlfriend happened to see it on my phone. I never expected this to happen, but luckily I'm quick-witted. I immediately said it was a female online friend from a game who liked me and wanted to video
chat with me. (In these situations, the more unrelated you are, the worse it gets). Fortunately, the couple didn't send a second text. I won't go into the subsequent explanations and arguments. But the truth is, this incident alerted my girlfriend, directly causing my plans for the next day to be canceled.
After I told the couple I couldn't come, they were furious and extremely annoyed by my behavior, even sending me a text message cursing at me. (Now I completely understand their feelings at the time; making friends is difficult enough, finding a suitable one is even harder, and you also have to consider your wife's feelings). To
this day, I still feel deeply remorseful about this incident, but at the time I didn't explain to the couple or reply to ask for their forgiveness (an explanation would be a cover-up, and a cover-up is hypocrisy).
Actually, there's something I haven't mentioned before, which is a shameful experience of mine: I once pretended to be a married couple, even creating QQ groups to reach out to couples who wanted to engage in online dating. Online dating in those days was undeniably much cleaner than it is now.
Truly successful online relationships were relatively rare, and those conducted openly were even rarer. Being open to threesomes was considered quite extraordinary (unlike the various scandals and self-taken photos of couples today). I took advantage of the then-emerging trend and the general naiveté of the community, and indeed took advantage of some couples.
However, I must say that while I wouldn't call myself a gentleman, I'm definitely not despicable. I mainly used excuses like my wife being away or organizational management to first view the other couple (especially the wife) via video and their photos, without making any other excessive demands.
After my first unsuccessful threesome, I remained silent for over a year until I broke up with my girlfriend from SC. Feeling empty, I started looking for couples to date online again. Actually, since then, I've felt somewhat lacking in regular sex, not physically, but mentally.
My girlfriend at the time was a typical Chengdu girl, with fair and delicate skin, a fiery personality, and she gave me her virginity. She was willing to listen to anything I said, and her large breasts (36D) were truly a sight to behold, attracting a lot of attention when we walked. Until our breakup, our sex life was very frequent.
After separating from her, I increasingly felt that regular sex couldn't satisfy my desires at all (at that time, I just wanted the thrill of group sex). Following that, I continued to observe and communicate with couples who were looking for single men. I was quite satisfied with my appearance at the time; I was
handsome, tall, and had fair skin. Most importantly, I was clean and tidy (many girls say this, so please forgive my pretense). Finally, my efforts paid off, and I contacted a couple from my province. This couple was also someone I was quite satisfied with at the time. Although the wife
was 31 (I was 24), she was very charming and beautiful. They lived in the next city from where I lived. I won't go into the details of our conversations, but after chatting on and off for about four months, I had almost given up hope. However, the husband finally said,
"Let's meet, but there's a condition: if I'm not as satisfied as his wife imagines, then this is over. If she's very satisfied with me, then I need to provide a health certificate." I agreed without hesitation. After a two-hour drive
, I arrived at their place and confirmed our meeting by phone at the agreed location. Seeing this couple for the first time was quite exciting. After a few pleasantries, we strolled together along a small pedestrian street. Perhaps because I'm naturally good at
conversation, I quickly struck up a chat with them. However, it was all just casual small talk. But I wasn't in a hurry; my happiness was right in front of me, and whether I could grasp it depended on my patience and composure. I still firmly believe that most women subconsciously prefer
men with good manners and refinement. After some tentative conversation, I offered to invite them for tea and a rest. At this point, the older man seemed a bit impatient, saying he'd accompany his wife to the restroom. Actually, I didn't even see where the restroom was, and of course, I
wasn't going to be foolish enough to ask. The couple left for a while, about five or six minutes, and then returned. The wife smiled very subtly, and hadn't spoken to me directly before (it was basically me who initiated the conversation, and she responded). Suddenly, my older brother pulled me aside and said, "My wife
is quite satisfied with your looks (at the time, her attraction was purely based on appearance). Now it's up to you to perform." Hearing this, I really wanted to laugh, but I pretended to be calm. Then I asked my brother, "Shall I invite you to have some tea and relax?" He refused, telling
me directly that women like gifts, and then pointed to a lingerie store in the distance, saying, "Go buy your sister-in-law a set of lingerie for her." My eyes lit up. Indeed, being so young, she couldn't compete with experienced men in some ways. So I went over and told my sister-in-law my intentions... The girl didn't
refuse; in fact, she readily agreed. Afterwards, accompanied by the two of us men, she chose a set of lingerie herself. To my shame, it was the first time two men had accompanied a woman to buy lingerie. Back then, I was young and shy, afraid the sales assistant would look at me. However,
from then on, whenever I've been with a couple, I always give them a gift without fail. I believe it's a polite, thoughtful, and good way to break the ice and build rapport. (The gift doesn't have to be expensive; it's the sentiment that matters. Of course, that's a story for later.) After our walk and buying the lingerie, I appropriately
said, "If only..." Seeing my sister-in-law put on this lingerie made me happy. This sentence broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere. My sister-in-law hadn't said a word, but my brother-in-law glanced at her and asked me, "Did you bring your things?" (Health certificate) Of course, I answered yes. Then he asked
where I was staying, and I knew something was up. I said I was staying at the XXX Hotel. My brother-in-law said, "That hotel is pretty good, but we know someone nearby. How about this, tell us your room number, you go first, we'll split up and go together." With that, I decisively distanced myself from them and
headed . My heart was pounding the whole way, and my mind raced. After a period of intense fantasies and excitement filled with endless lewd images, I finally arrived at the room. About ten minutes later, the couple knocked on the door. After welcoming them in, I turned on the TV, boiled water to make tea, and tried
my best to appear natural (though I was incredibly nervous). Then, my brother and I sat in chairs, while my sister-in-law sat on the bed watching TV. We chatted, but my eyes were constantly glancing at her. I can't remember what we talked about now, and she pretended to watch TV (later she told
me she wasn't really paying attention and was distracted). At the time, I had no experience as a single man, so besides relying on my familiarity with people… He was very approachable, and I didn't know how to start. Luckily, my older brother was a steady man; since we were all together, it was time to begin.
He suddenly stood up, exchanged a few words with my sister-in-law, and then said, "I'll go out for a bit and come back up later." Hearing this, I understood perfectly. I smiled and saw him off, then glanced at my sister-in-law on the bed. I sat down next to her and began to use my verbal skills (
mostly offering my opinions of her, teasing her, and compliments), trying to make her relax and let her know I was a gentle and considerate man. Gradually, I felt... As the woman's initial instinctive repulsion towards a strange man gradually subsided, I became increasingly close to her. Subtle, almost sweet-talking compliments
, gentle caresses, and soft whispers in her ear significantly lowered her resistance (her non-smoking nature and lack of body odor were also factors). At this point, it's crucial not to rush things; the more deliberate and patient you are, the more enjoyable the experience will be later. Having broken through this barrier, my sister-in-law relaxed
and gradually cooperated with my actions, removing her outer clothing. I was a first-time married woman, and although she was 31, it was clear she took good care of herself; her skin was fair, unlike that of a typical 20-something. The woman looked much the same, but her breasts, having undergone childbirth and breastfeeding, were noticeably less
developed than those of a girl who hadn't given birth. Her nipples were large, her areolas were also quite large, and her breasts were slightly sagging. Although she was my ex-girlfriend, the feeling of sucking on her was special. My sister-in-law's genitals made me very happy; they looked very clean at first glance. Before this, I had never performed oral sex on a woman, and
I even felt a little averse to it. But when I asked my sister-in-law what positions she liked, she told me that she liked licking her genitals the most. Then, we didn't go any further. My sister-in-law said to me, "Let's take a shower first." In the bathroom, I saw my sister-in-law completely naked. She saw my penis and was
very satisfied with its size. While showering, she even came over and washed it several times, washing it very carefully. (At the time, I only touched it during the shower and didn't think about having her give me oral sex first...) After showering, we were completely relaxed and, without much foreplay, immediately
embraced. Initially, she wasn't very willing to kiss me (I think most are), but luckily my French kissing skills were pretty good, and my breath didn't smell bad. After licking my breasts and upper body, she kissed me passionately. Next came her favorite part: licking my genitals.
Well, I really went for it, my licking was very clumsy because I had never done it before. I didn't even know that a woman's clitoris is the most sensitive spot. Occasionally touching it would cause my sister-in-law to gasp and even tremble violently. After doing all that, I didn't think about anything else and went straight into
my sister-in-law's body. To be honest, she was obviously a bit loose because she had given birth. Although it didn't affect the pleasure, my sister-in-law seemed to realize this and quickly let me go into the doggy style because it would be tighter that way. However, I had only been on top of her for less than 5 minutes when I ejaculated. It was really too stimulating
. After I ejaculated, I apologized to my sister-in-law, feeling very embarrassed. She smiled and said it was okay. But thankfully, my little penis was very cooperative and got hard again in less than 10 minutes. This time, the battle lasted longer. But during the battle, the doorbell rang. I quickly got up and
saw immediately went to welcome him in. As soon as my older brother came in, he smiled and said, "It's already started." Then I went to talk to my sister-in-law. This time I heard clearly: my brother asked, "Was it good?" My sister-in-law replied, "Not enough." Then my brother took off his clothes and went to take a shower
. I continued to lick my sister-in-law's genitals. After my brother finished showering, he came out and joined in. Seeing me licking my sister-in-law, he put his penis directly into her mouth. Every time I licked her clitoris, my sister-in-law would grab the sheets and tremble violently. After a while, my brother saw that it was about time and had my sister-in-law lie down. He gave her oral sex while I went from behind.
I was also very excited and aroused at the time, about to penetrate his wife's body in front of her husband. But at this moment, something unexpected happened... I couldn't get an erection no matter what. Due to being too nervous and excited, my penis wouldn't get hard. Extremely embarrassed,
my brother didn't say a word and had my sister-in-law give me oral sex while he continued to have sex with her from behind. But even with my sister-in-law giving me oral sex, I still couldn't get an erection. Helpless, I could only continue licking my sister-in-law's genitals. I remember my older brother watching me lick her genitals (he had just been intimate with her), he was unusually excited and
kept staring. I'm not sure what he was thinking at the time, but I think it was probably for the thrill. I won't go into details about what happened after that, but when my brother went to take a shower, I got an erection again when I couldn't see him. However, as soon as he came out and we started again, I went soft. Later, I
realized that this is normal; people don't get hard when they are extremely stimulated. Also, being watched by a strange man can be psychologically uncomfortable and lead to this (PS: In short, you get used to it after a while).
After this experience, which wasn't perfect but was successful for me, I established a longer-term relationship with the couple. I enjoy different kinds of sex, but I'm not promiscuous. So for a long time, I only interacted with this couple, and they were always quite satisfied with my presence.
We had a second and third gathering. The second time, I performed relatively well, and we had a successful threesome. The biggest thrill of this kind of group sex for me was the excitement of having sex with someone's wife in front of their husband. It's hard to describe in words.
The third gathering with them was just the two of us, the sister-in-law and me. The brother-in-law had always had a good impression of me and was grateful that I always brought a gift each time I visited, sometimes for the sister-in-law, sometimes for him. I remember that day, after I booked a room at the best hotel in their area (I
specifically chose a deluxe king room with a mirror opposite the bed), the brother-in-law and sister-in-law arrived as planned. Then, to my surprise, the brother-in-law received a call from work and had to go out on business, not returning until the evening. This was special and happy for me. The sister-in-law wore a tight-fitting short skirt that day, and her figure
was quite alluring. Unlike the first time, there wasn't much foreplay; we went straight to the point. The most memorable moment was on the big bed. I dragged my sister-in-law to the edge, her buttocks raised, and there was a mirror behind me. I was having sex with her while watching ourselves in the mirror. That feeling was incredibly
stimulating and pleasurable. It was during this time, after our passionate encounter, that we lay together, and for the first time, I calmly began to ask them some questions. Although I enjoyed this kind of friendship and sex, ultimately, I was just an outsider. I never understood what couples were
thinking when they made this choice. Initially, I suspected my brother-in-law might lack stamina, but I was wrong. His stamina was better than mine, which puzzled me. My sister-in-law told me that my brother-in-law was a very good man, good to her and the family, and that
he just wanted her to be happier and experience more pleasure. (However, I later realized there was another big factor: my brother-in-law probably had a cuckold complex.) After hearing this, I was somewhat speechless because I'm not married, and some things and mindsets are beyond my comprehension. However, I told myself that I should enrich my married life in the future.
Time passed, I graduated from university, started working, entered society, and had a new life and circle of friends. Gradually, I stopped mentioning the past, and I lost contact with the couple who gave me my first threesome. I also had a new girlfriend and was about to get married and start a family. But
I'm indeed a restless person. After having a fiancée, I couldn't help thinking about those... inappropriate things. I couldn't resist and opened the old "Happy White-Collar" website again. During this time, I saw many new people forming friendship groups, and most of them were genuinely
posting photos of their gatherings. I remember one person named "Wang Gonghou Bozi Nan" who left the deepest impression. His articles and pictures were always captivating and inspiring endless longing. Because of him, I spent over 1000 yuan (I can't remember exactly) to buy a permanent VIP membership. I didn't care about anything else, just to see his pictures and attend his gatherings. After that, more and more outstanding people appeared; I won't list their names. I thought about these things every day. But reality is cruel. I myself am not very open-minded. I believe many people are like me. It's okay to sleep with other people's wives, I have no mental burden, but it's unacceptable for someone else to sleep with my wife. After all, not everyone has a cuckold complex. So I just remained an observer, hanging around there for years, not contacting the couples, not actively seeking anyone out, just an observer. I thought I would just slowly wait for married life to end my dating life, until another website appeared (actually, another couple appeared, I believe many people know them).
After Happy White Collar was investigated and shut down, Happy Couples rose up like a successor (this website also closed last year, so moderators don't worry about me advertising). On Happy Couples, I saw many more excellent couples, such as the well-known Lace Bunny (there used to be a section for her), Silk Whisper, Low-Cut Fish, COCE, etc. (I won't mention some of the top stars from other forums' Happy Home). For me, Silk Whisper made me realize that sex can be so exciting and awesome. Group sex is nothing, she can even have a lesbian group sex. Lace Bunny showed me that a woman could be so fair-skinned and alluring (the camera work certainly played a part). COCE, on the other hand, not only showed me the art of photography and the charm of women's various styles of clothing, but also led to my real-life interaction with the couple.
I first truly got to know the COCE couple on the "Happy Couples" forum, but they were huge online celebrities at the time, and I was just an observer. It wasn't until later that I learned they were actually from my hometown. I was thrilled, thinking it was a great opportunity. I idolized COCE, and at the time, I wasn't thinking about being a single man; I just wanted a chance to have a meal with a local. Unfortunately, after adding them on QQ, I received no response and forgot about it. Two years later, I saw their comeback post on the "Happy Couples" forum. Without hesitation, I added them as a couple. By then, I was married, and I remember starting to try instilling ideas about threesomes and unchanging partners in my wife. She had even hinted at wanting to try it. My mindset was much more relaxed then. After adding them, I didn't rush into talking about dating. Instead, we reminisced about the past, mentioning that we were from the same place. This connection made it easier to connect, and we quickly became more and more talkative. Their husband, whom I'll call Mr. Z, later became a friend as well. During our chats, I didn't hold back or hide my admiration for his wife, saying she had always been my goddess. I also sent him photos of my wife; she was born in 1990, and to put aside other praise, she's young. (Of course, she's quite beautiful.) During our interactions, I also added many other local or surrounding couples as contacts. My wife and I had considered trying having sex without swapping partners, but many of these were just tentative explorations, or just wanting to fantasize about each other's wives. None of us actually took any action. Men, you know, the more you talk, the more it becomes a habit. I would occasionally share experiences and thoughts I couldn't share with others with Mr. Z. He always remained calm; his tone and language were completely unlike someone his age with so much experience. Later, we increased the frequency of exchanging photos. I started sending him sexy photos of my wife, and as for COCE's photos, in Mr. Z's words, "Haven't you seen them yet?" Haha, it's true. COCE's past threesomes and some very sexy photos often lingered in my mind. As our conversation deepened, I discovered that Mr. Z didn't have a clear goal when it came to dating. In other words, he was open to exchanging partners, not exchanging partners, playing around, or not playing around – everything was very natural for him. I thought this was good. In my opinion, the relationship between husband and wife, and dating, isn't something that can be achieved through a momentary impulse or by satisfying one party's own desires. Later, our conversations didn't revolve so much around dating. He suggested we meet up for a meal sometime, and that I could also meet my "goddess." At first, I was hesitant, but then another couple joined our group. This couple was also local; they knew Mr. Z first, and he introduced me to them. After getting to know each other online, they decided that the three of us men should meet up for a meal. We agreed on a time, and I drove to the designated location, a fairly well-known local barbecue restaurant (we were meeting for a late-night snack). After parking, I met the legendary "Master Z" (COCE is beautiful and has a great figure, but without her husband's discovery and excellent photography, we wouldn't have been able to appreciate it, so calling him a "master" isn't an exaggeration; he himself is very humble and never admits to being a photography master, considering himself just an amateur). I won't describe Master Z's appearance; although I didn't get his permission to write this article, the principle is not to reveal too much to each other. Afterwards, Master Z introduced me to another husband. After a few pleasantries, we ate barbecue and chatted. During this time, Master Z took out the tequila he had prepared beforehand, saying it was his favorite drink (there are good and expensive versions of this liquor; we drank the supermarket kind, averaging around 100 yuan). Although Master Z was in his early thirties, he was quite experienced, immediately recognizing me as a civil servant or something similar. As for the other man, he said he drove for a superior, but he didn't elaborate, and I didn't ask further. We men, well, we might be a bit serious before drinking, but after a few drinks we'll talk freely, chatting about everything under the sun. As the alcohol kicks in, we'll start asking each other about our wives. After the post-drinking chat, everyone told each other to go back and tell their wives the situation before contacting each other again. Z and I were relatively calm, but the other husband was a bit of a mystery to us; we weren't sure what his attitude was. I won't say much more about this husband later; he seemed to be conflicted and didn't really tell us the truth, and in the end, it just fizzled out.
Continuing with the story of COCE, after this small gathering, many little incidents occurred, but my relationship with COCE and his wife remained intact. Things unfolded as I expected. One weekend, I suddenly had the idea to invite them all to dinner. There were my wife and I, and my wife's friends—three couples in total. Of course, it was just a regular dinner, nothing more. I even told my wife I was inviting a couple of friends I knew, but Z and I both understood that I wanted my wife to see him. The day arrived as scheduled. We first went to WD Plaza, then found a place to eat and seats. We called COCE and her husband to let them know they could come. We waited for about 30 minutes before they finally arrived (not because they were unpunctual, but because of traffic). It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited when I first met COCE, but the occasion was completely like a casual dinner with friends. My wife's friends were completely unaware of the situation, and I introduced them one by one. COCE wore a semi-professional short skirt, stockings, and high heels, which perfectly showcased her figure and style. Of course, I couldn't reveal too much in that setting. During the meal, everyone chatted amongst themselves, but I was constantly thinking about my own little schemes. After dinner, everyone suggested going to see a movie; I think it was X-Men: Days of Future Past. After the movie, it was quite late, and everyone said goodbye and went home. Back home, I couldn't wait to take a shower, put my wife to sleep (a daily ritual), and then opened QQ to contact Mr. Z. Sure enough, he was on QQ too. We got straight to the point, asking about our thoughts and feelings towards each other. Basically, we were both satisfied. As for COCE's own opinion, she completely listened to her husband (COCE is incredibly obedient, practically every man's dream woman, I'll mention that later). That night, we chatted until after 2 a.m. Perhaps it was because I was too excited to see my goddess, or perhaps it was because my dating journey had finally begun, even if it was a forced start, but tragically, I couldn't sleep. I have to repeat: fate is so magical. Just when I thought everything was going well, my wife told me she thought she might be pregnant. My first reaction was naturally happiness, because I love children. After the joy, I tried to confirm if my wife was really pregnant. I used a pregnancy test, and then, still not entirely sure, I went to the hospital for a checkup. Sure enough, she was pregnant; I remember the high chorionic villus level was a sign of pregnancy. After confirming the news, our whole family was overjoyed. At the time, I hadn't considered the possibility of couples engaging in "friendship" (or "sexual favors"). However, after things calmed down, I realized that our path of "couples trading" might have to come to an end. Feeling apologetic, I contacted Mr. Z that evening and told him about our situation. Because we'd known each other for so long, I even sent him a photo of my pregnancy test report on my phone. I wanted him to know that we weren't being insincere or trying to take advantage of him, but rather that it was a sudden and unprepared situation. Mr. Z was very generous and understanding, which I initially thought was just politeness. However, what happened afterward made me realize that he was indeed a very rational person.
After this incident, my relationship with my wife, COCE, was likely affected and weakened. However, I admired Mr. Z's magnanimity and open-mindedness. After it became almost impossible for us to have a romantic relationship, he started talking about group sex. At the time, I thought he seemed to really enjoy having sex with his wife COCE, or group sex. He mentioned the widely circulated 3P photos incident online. He told me that he didn't actually intend to release them, but because he had created a COCE fan group, one or more unscrupulous people leaked all the photos without his permission. Afterward, he disbanded the group, changed his QQ account, and disappeared from the public eye. As we chatted, he mentioned the single man who had participated in the 3P, saying that he had recently contacted him, wanting to rekindle their relationship and have another get-together with the couple. I didn't think much of it at the time and continued the conversation. I learned that the single man's name was Mr. X, and he was also a local. I completely understand why you've always been so hung up on COCE. COCE is truly an exceptional woman. Her looks are only one aspect; most importantly, she possesses an innate submissiveness towards men (I don't know if Mr. Z will mind if I say this, but I genuinely admire your "training"). While discussing this, I unexpectedly learned a little tidbit: a wealthy CEO from Zhejiang province was also captivated by COCE and traveled a long distance to meet her, hoping to spark something. However, COCE wasn't particularly interested in him at the time, so the matter dragged on. Mr. Z told me that the man stayed for almost 20 days before leaving. Out of politeness and as a host, Mr. Z even dined with him every day. Of course, he ultimately failed to meet her. I admired this man's patience and also realized that in relationships, money can't buy everything; it's all about feeling. After hearing these amusing stories, the topic returned to the gathering. I was direct, but also a little embarrassed, as I didn't feel entitled to make any demands. I asked, "Can I participate in the event?" Perhaps Mr. Z anticipated my response (Mr. Z, please let me know if you see this). He then calmly replied: "Okay." I was genuinely stunned; I hadn't expected this happiness to come so quickly. We briefly discussed my situation and what I needed to prepare, and finalized the approximate time and place. That evening, Mr. Z introduced me to the single man. In a group chat containing only the three of us, Mr. Z generously shared some private 3P photos that would never be found online, which made me incredibly aroused. They were all photos I had never seen before—the scenes and clothing were different, but COCE's sex appeal remained constant. After seeing these, I instinctively contacted the single man, Mr. X, to inquire about COCE's preferred positions and how she liked to do things, etc., to prepare for the upcoming battle. Time flew by, and the appointed day arrived. However, the day before the event, an unexpected event occurred—a surprise I was actually happy about: Mr. X couldn't attend due to mandatory company training, so the 4P event was changed to a 3P event. I was the only single man there, and I couldn't tell if I felt joy or excitement. I only remember constantly thinking about how quickly time would pass at work so we could have dinner together on time. After dinner... That evening, the couple drove to my office building to pick me up. I then treated them to dinner. Before dinner, in the car, perhaps out of politeness, they had me sit in the front passenger seat, with COCE in the back, or perhaps they didn't want me to sit so close to COCE so soon. During dinner, I used my communication skills to bridge the gap and avoid being too formal. After dinner, I stopped sitting in the front passenger seat and decisively sat next to COCE, while Mr. Z ignored me. COCE was very gentle. After our first dinner together and this one, I realized she was someone who never interrupted others, nor would she casually interrupt conversations between men. Women might think I'm traditional for this, but I have to say I really like women like that. On the way to the hotel, as we chatted, I placed my hand on COCE's thigh, touching her delicate stockings and sexy legs. I instantly got an erection. Of course, the time in the car was just touching and chatting; nothing more. Upon arriving at the hotel, because of Mr. Z's preference for photography, I specifically booked a suite—an executive suite with two large rooms. Having two separate spaces not only helps to bridge the gap between the couple and strangers but also has many unexpected uses. After entering the room, the first thing was to check the items and supplies. I must say, Mr. Z was very professional; he had even designed a camera stand and all the necessary equipment. I even wondered if he worked in photography (of course not in reality). I took a shower first, then COCE and Mr. Z, while I was directed to wait in the next room. Since it was everyone's first time doing this activity, it was impossible to say there wasn't some awkwardness at all. Then I waited patiently next door. After a while, I heard a woman's giggling. I gently opened the door next door and found that COCE had changed into a one-piece black stockings lingerie set, and Mr. Z had also prepared the props for the shoot (honestly, it felt like shooting an AV, only lacking a backdrop, so professional).
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When Mr. Z saw me coming, he didn't say anything, just said, "You guys have fun first." Then he went over (he once told me that during his first threesome, the single man, Mr. X, ejaculated instantly and couldn't get an erection because Mr. Z was present. Being watched by another strange man having sex, unless you're exceptionally gifted or have a lot of experience, will have some impact). I was very grateful for his trust and understanding. Of course, I wouldn't be polite. I certainly wouldn't pounce on my goddess like a wolf. I first admired her on the bed for a few minutes before lying down next to her. Her reaction was very calm, without much excitement or nervousness, like a flower ready to be picked. The first thing I said to her was, "I can finally be up close to my goddess!" Haha, COCE was taken aback for a moment, then said a few modest words, and then I couldn't resist anymore and hugged her. Her skin was very fair, and her figure was especially striking, with very strong feminine curves. I touched her thighs, kissed her breasts, and wanted to kiss her lips, but she resisted, which I understood. COCE's breasts were beautifully shaped, but her nipples were a little dark, which was probably the only flaw in a goddess. Then there was her genitals, which were breathtakingly clean, without a trace of odor. Even when I was giving her oral sex, even if I licked quite deeply, I didn't notice any particular smell. Generally speaking, if I feel that a woman has a noticeable odor, I'm not willing to give her oral sex. Holding her long, black-stockinged legs and licking her genitals, it felt like a dream come true. After all, I had seen their photos online many times, and I never thought that one day I would be like this. The first time I entered, I wore a condom, as requested by the couple. However, I have a peculiar habit, or rather a flaw, of disliking wearing condoms. But out of respect, I naturally wore one. Later, during sex, Mr. Z came in, pointed his camera at us, and started recording. Actually, I was a little scared at the time, because this was quite... you know. But with my goddess lying beneath me, I didn't have time to think too much (I hope Mr. Z and I made a verbal agreement that the video would never be leaked, but of course, nothing is absolute. If you ever see this video leaked, please be kind with your words). When I was wearing a condom, I couldn't get an erection because of the lack of physical sensation. So, I secretly took off the condom, and COCE really liked the feeling of me without it. Her eyes were glazed over, and surprisingly, she kissed me—a French kiss (COCE said that in her previous threesome experiences, she never kissed and always wore a condom). I'm not saying this to emphasize how gifted I am or about size. My size is standard for an Asian man; it's not very large, just slightly above average. Actually, I find it strange myself. From my first woman to now, almost all the women I've been with have said that sex with me is comfortable and intimate. It's not about how many orgasms I have, but about the feeling of closeness. (Could this be related to having many friends and being very approachable since childhood? Haha).
I'll pause for a bit; I have to leave work early. To be continued...

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