A Trip for Three: Finding Yourself in a Dreamlike State -- Part 1

After graduating from teachers' college, my male classmate and I stayed in Xiaogan to teach at a middle school. We got married the following year. My husband was career-oriented and didn't plan to have children for the first five years of our marriage. Thanks to his background and teaching achievements, he rose to the position of vice principal a few years later.
However, this happy period didn't last long; soon rumors surfaced about him having an affair with a high school girl. At first, I thought it was unlikely. My husband and I had been together for almost ten years, both in school and at work, and our relationship had always been very good. Although I wasn't particularly beautiful, I wasn't bad-looking either; I exercised regularly and considered myself to have a graceful and healthy figure. More importantly, sexually, under my husband's guidance, I was generally responsive to his various advances, and over time, I even enjoyed it.
With the arrival of summer vacation, I went back to my parents' home in Huangshi. Ten days later, wanting to surprise my husband, I returned without telling him. When I got home that evening, I was still fantasizing about how my husband would make love to me in bed. But when he opened the door, he looked flustered. A young girl, about fifteen or sixteen, sat on the sofa, her messy ponytail suggesting it was too late for her to be studying.
My heart sank. Six months later, I applied for a transfer from that school, ending what I thought would be a lifetime of happiness in my marriage. Later, I took a job teaching at a private, elite school. The good income and ample free time fueled my growing desires. Having experienced a failed marriage, I no longer viewed sex as sacred, but I wasn't too casual about it either. It was under these circumstances that I met the father of one of my students, a single parent who ran a small, well-paying business. His name was Gang, and he was about ten years older than me. As we spent more time together, we became closer.
One weekend, he said he wasn't too busy at work and wanted to invite me to his house for dinner. We understood each other's desires. I asked him where his child was, and he said the child was with his grandparents.
Actually, dinner was just an excuse. After dinner, once we were done cleaning up, I deliberately said it was getting late and I had to go home, and prepared to leave. Our eyes met, and the burly man pulled me into his arms. Summer nights are so hot; even with the air conditioning on, my face felt hot. His hands moved from my waist to my back, rubbing vigorously. Through only a thin white fabric, I could feel his hands trembling slightly. Our lips met, his tongue skillfully tracing my mouth, circling my soft tongue.
Two years without a man, the pent-up desire finally bursting forth; I felt a hot, itchy sensation below. Receiving my response, his tongue hungrily slid across my face and stopped at my earlobe, his breathing heavy. His hands slid from my back to my buttocks, fingers spread, embracing my rounded hips, his swollen member pressing against me, making me unsure whether it was pain or itch. Suddenly, he slipped his hands inside my skirt, grabbing my buttocks without any cover, his tongue tracing my neck, trying to kiss my breasts through the thin fabric. I gently pushed him away, saying, "Sweat is salty, isn't it?" He smiled knowingly and said, "Let's wash together." I told him I wasn't used to it, and he said okay, you go first. Actually, it wasn't that I wasn't used to it, it was just that my thoughts were a bit chaotic. If he insisted, I would have agreed.
In the bathroom, I carefully washed every inch of my skin, washing my lower body repeatedly. With the soap as lubrication, I even inserted my fingers into my anus, cleaning it repeatedly. After washing, I went to the bedroom wrapped in a bath towel, naked, and covered myself with the air-conditioning blanket. Since I had desire, there was no need to hide it now.
After he finished washing, he entered me with a bath towel around his waist, his front like a tent. He jumped onto the large bed and squeezed into my air-conditioning blanket. After turning off the light, he pulled off the blanket, rolled over, and pressed his body against mine. I was face up, my legs bent and spread to the sides. His penis pressed against my genitals, but he didn't rush to enter. He gently held my head with both hands, and I touched his back with both hands. We kissed passionately, breathing heavily, our wet tongues licking each other's cheeks, chins, and necks.
After a while, he released his hands, moved his body down a little, and his hands and lips landed on my breasts. My firm breasts and nipples swelled from his sucking, feeling numb and itchy. Inadvertently, I felt a cool sensation between my legs, and my own fluids dripped out. He reached down and touched my genitals, asking if I wanted a condom. I said no. Just as I finished speaking, he moved his body up and suddenly thrust inside me. The long-lost feeling returned, and my lower body felt very full. And so, he kept thrusting, and I responded to him. After a while, he suddenly pressed my legs against my chest and thrust rapidly, his penis feeling even harder and bigger. After a storm of passion, he released my legs, lay on top of me, and gently kissed my lips. I knew he had ejaculated, and I kissed him back with satisfaction.
After resting for a while, we went to the bathroom together to wash up quickly. On the bed, I leaned against his chest, talking about our past. With my strength restored, he smiled and pointed to his penis, saying, "It missed you again." I understood, so I took his penis into my mouth, my warm tongue licking the glans. Soon it was erect and shiny again.
He rolled his hands onto the bed, placed a pillow under his firm, upturned buttocks, and crawled on top of me like a dog, his penis on my face, his mouth between my legs. I knew what he was going to do. After the first time, there were no secrets between us. We didn't turn off the lights, and this time, I carefully examined his genitals. His penis wasn't very thick, the glans was oily and bluish, slightly thicker than the shaft, and slightly upturned. His pubic hair was messy and thick, and his testicles dangled from the base. Sometimes I took the glans into my mouth, sometimes I sucked along the shaft, sometimes I placed my hand on his buttocks to signal him to move to the next spot, greedily licking the base of his penis and the base of his thighs.
Lost in the ecstasy of the licking, I paused a few times, savoring the meticulous care a man was giving my private parts. His tongue slid incessantly across my thighs and genitals. When his mouth covered my private parts, the sucking and swirling of his lips and tongue made me itch, and I unconsciously let out lewd and melodious moans. After a while, he got up, skillfully straddled my legs, sealed my lips with his, and kneaded my breasts with his hands. At the same time, his penis thrust in, and the violent thrusting and frenzied kisses completely released my long-suppressed desires. I wished this man's penis could enter my entire being and fill me completely.
After that night, my latent desires were completely ignited. With sex without the constraints of marriage, my demands for sex were no longer limited to whether there was deep affection; as long as it was safe, I would do it. Occasionally, when I was bored, I would go online and look at pornography. Later, I saw stories about couples dating and threesomes, which I found unbelievable, but I would fantasize about enjoying them. Once, after a passionate encounter with Gang, I remembered these scenarios and casually asked him about them. Unexpectedly, Gang was very interested and said, "Why don't we try it?" I said, "Let's try it. How about we pretend to be a couple and find someone to swap partners?" He said a business partner of his had a mistress in Hanyang, and suggested we try it out. I asked if they would agree, and he assured me, "Don't worry, if you want to try, I'll arrange it." I didn't comment, and a long time passed before he brought it up again, and I forgot about it.
One day, he mysteriously told me that two friends from Hanyang were visiting and asked if I had time to have lunch with them. I didn't think much of it, and since I had time, I casually agreed. At noon, he drove me to a luxury hotel, where I saw a middle-aged man with a girl who looked to be in her early twenties already seated. During the meal, I learned that the somewhat thin man was named Hui, and the girl was named Min; they were discussing their business, while Min and I chatted intermittently about clothing and other things. After lunch, he drove me home, and on the way, he suddenly asked if I wanted to try a swapping game. I said I could consider it. He then asked me what I thought of the other two, and I understood. But actually, I was still unprepared, even though I didn't dislike them. Without the constraints of marriage, but having to step outside of one-on-one sexuality to engage in multiple-person sexuality, I still felt a little hesitant. Just then, noticing my hesitation, suggested we try sleeping in separate rooms. He said that when desire overrides reason, everything becomes easier.
For dinner, we had some red wine. Back in the suite, after showering, we played cards, specifically a game called "Tractor" (a card game). Hui and I played together, while Gang and Min played together. The loser would have to take off their clothes. Since we hadn't worn much clothing after showering, after a few rounds, Hui and I were completely naked, except for Min, who was only wearing a thong. Gang and Hui's penises were already erect. Hui was slender, only slightly taller than me, about the same height. It's true that people say a high nose bridge and a thin body mean a larger penis; Hui's penis wasn't particularly thick, but it was long, with a large, slightly curved glans. Min was a petite woman, so exquisitely beautiful that even other women would admire her.
Once a person is open-minded, they no longer worry about anything. The previous feelings of constraint or embarrassment no longer exist. Hui carried me into the room, didn't even close the door, threw me onto the bed, and pounced on me, tormenting my breasts with his hands and mouth. I gradually couldn't take it anymore. I used both hands to forcefully pry open his buttocks a couple of times, and Hui lowered his waist, his penis thrusting in suddenly. I shivered; the large glans against my lower body felt a little swollen, a little sore, and a little painful. After a dozen or so thrusts, I signaled for him to slow down, saying I couldn't take it anymore. So he slowed down, his entire penis remaining inside, the base pressed firmly against my labia, moving up and down and side to side, his mouth sucking on my breasts, his tongue gently licking my nipples, alternating between left and right, his hands constantly kneading the other breast. After a while, the discomfort subsided, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started thrusting again, and I felt an itchy and sore sensation in my lower body. Soon I climaxed; my expression and sounds made him thrust violently and deeply, without any intention of ejaculating. After a brief period of discomfort, this physically strong man grabbed my buttocks with both hands. The weight of his upper body made me feel a little suffocated. He forcefully spread my buttocks apart, as if trying to penetrate deeper. His fast, fierce, and powerful movements were both overwhelming and pleasurable. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt another spasm and orgasm. My vagina was squeezing his penis. After a series of even more intense thrusts, I felt his glans becoming increasingly swollen and suddenly trembling. I knew he was coming, and I was coming too. He put his hands down, his lower body occasionally twitching. My suppressed pleasure was finally released, and my whole body felt lazy and comfortable.
When we calmed down, we saw that Gang and Min were standing in the doorway, watching us. I suddenly felt a flush on my face and quickly covered myself. We had already done it, so what was there to hide? That's true. When you take everything lightly, morality, ethics, and shame in private life are just fleeting clouds. The two of them squeezed onto the bed. Although the bed was large, it felt cramped with four people. At this moment, we looked at each other and unconsciously laughed at the same time. Silence spoke volumes. The four of us freely formed a group, letting our emotions run wild and indulging in our sexual desires.
About two weeks after they left, Gang suggested we go to Wuhan for a few days, and I agreed. I thought he was planning another get-together, but after two days in Wuhan, Gang didn't mention changing partners, and he didn't touch me at night. On the third day, Hui came, but Min wasn't there. I asked why, and he said Min had gone back to her hometown. After dinner, Hui suggested we go to my place, and we agreed. I knew they wanted to play a threesome.
Hui's house was a large three-bedroom apartment, simply, elegantly, and warmly decorated. The soft lighting and his dreamy eyes made me lose control. I knew my first threesome was about to begin. After washing up, I lay down in the middle of the large bed, and the two men started touching me. They began by kissing each other's nipples, arousing my desire. Later, one kissed my upper body, and the other sucked and licked my genitals. I realized sex could be like this. At that moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the world. I no longer felt like a man's plaything. I don't know how much time passed, but Gang laid me on my back on a long pillow, my genitals and breasts prominent. He parted my legs and penetrated me. Hui lay down, his legs bent on either side of my head, and I took his glans into my mouth. After a while, they switched positions. Gang didn't make me perform oral sex; instead, he lay on his side on my chest, sucking and kneading my breasts. Actually, in later experiences, I preferred enjoying sex with two men like this, the service from above and below, sending me soaring to the heavens.
They switched positions frequently. After ejaculating twice, they were exhausted, and my legs ached. We rested for a long time, showered, and went out to eat. There weren't many restaurants open on the street in the early morning, so we ordered some dishes and two pitchers of beer at a roadside stall. After eating, we went back inside. Perhaps my strength had returned; once inside, they were like bandits, carrying me to the bed, stripping me naked, and they stripped naked too, beginning another round of frenzy. Perhaps fueled by alcohol, they played even more roughly and wildly. Their movements were swift and relentless, the entire penis thrusting in hard, filling my body with an unprecedented fullness, and I reveled in it too…
After the storm, we were both too exhausted to move, and slept until noon the next day.

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