Group chat - The life I want! (Part 10) (Reprinting a classic article of this kind)

They played until nearly 8 PM, and PK Malatang's hunger was slightly relieved. The four of them ate together at the hotel restaurant and chatted for a while. By dinner time, Da Bangchui wasn't as shy as when he first arrived. It wasn't because everyone was familiar with each other through sex, but because he felt he had regained some face while having sex with PK Malatang, and that the exaggerated things he had boasted about online weren't all just bragging. PK Malatang's request for a dozen, twenty, or even thirty men to play with her was something BJ Kuaile and Da Bangchui couldn't actually fulfill. Besides the two administrators, the only trustworthy playmates they could find in the Beijing area were the six people who had played with Kong Gu Youlan last time. After all, they were playing unprotected games. Kong Gu Youlan had all had sex and had a checkup, and there were no problems. Moreover, later, they, including the two administrators, all submitted medical reports, showing they were completely healthy. The new rules for participating in activities in the group were piloted by BJ Kuaile starting in the Beijing area, and this was the result. However, notifying them in such a short time, and even if they could all come, there would only be nine people including CQ Sauerkraut Fish, which didn't meet PK Malatang's minimum requirement. PK Malatang said they could accept reliable men outside the group, even acquaintances of BJ Happy or Big Stick, as long as they liked group sex involving one woman and many men, as long as they used condoms. However, both administrators unanimously opposed this suggestion. The first principle of group activities is safety; no one can guarantee the safety of outsiders, no matter how close their relationship with the administrators. Moreover, agreeing would set a bad precedent, leading to more and more people bringing outsiders to activities. It would be a losing proposition. Unfortunately, despite PK Malatang's disappointment, they had to accept the reality of a maximum of nine people. The two administrators needed to divide the work, as organizing an event required a lot of preparation and was very troublesome. Aside from other preparations, there was the task of notifying everyone, arranging food, lodging, entertainment, transportation, etc. for the group… This time was different from last time. BJ was happy to stay at the hotel with CQ Sauerkraut Fish and his wife because PK Malatang might get hungry at any moment and couldn't leave. So, Da Bangchui had to do all the errands, such as notifying people and making all the preparations. BJ was responsible for borrowing the villa from last time. So far in the Beijing area, the two managers haven't found a suitable place for activities like that villa, so everyone chose that place again this time. PK Malatang and his wife didn't have much time left in Beijing, and they had to hurry up with things on both sides, but things weren't going very smoothly on either side. First, Da Bangchui notified everyone, but two people couldn't come. College student A Jian was doing an internship in Lanzhou, Gansu. He wanted to come, but he just couldn't get away. The other one was Xiao Yanqiang. Xiao Yanqiang was in Beijing, but he was registering his marriage in October. He said he really wanted to come, but BJ was firmly against it. His objection wasn't really for any particular reason; he just told Xiao Yanqiang that this wasn't the time for him to have fun. This reduced the number of men by two, leaving only seven. There were two Beijing managers, two college students (Shusheng and Mao Maochong), a white-collar worker named A Yong, and the restaurant owner, Duck Man, plus CQ Sauerkraut Fish. Now PK Malatang was even more frustrated. The villa arrangement wasn't going smoothly either. It wasn't that BJ Happy's friend refused to lend the villa, but rather that it was still occupied by guests invited by friends who had come specifically to Beijing for a visit and wouldn't be leaving for five days. This meant the villa wouldn't be available for another five days, and PK Malatang and his wife wouldn't have enough time; their plane tickets were for three days later. The only solution was for PK Malatang and his wife to change their tickets. Changing tickets wasn't a big problem; even if they were cancelled, Da Bangchui could easily rebook them—it wouldn't cost much. The problem was that CQ Sauerkraut Fish couldn't afford to linger in Beijing any longer. He had to return to work in Chongqing in three days; he had too much work piling up and needed to go back to handle it. He wouldn't be able to enjoy his trip if the villa wouldn't be available for another five days. PK Malatang could stay a few more days; there wasn't any urgent work in Chongqing, so she could relax. But it wasn't fair that the husband hadn't even finished his trip to Beijing for an event, leaving his wife to do her own thing. For both of them to have fun, the two managers had to find a new place within two days. BJ Kuaile didn't stay in the hotel for the remaining two days either. He and Da Bangchui drove all over Beijing, frantically searching for a place, but two days was too short; they couldn't find a suitable spot. So, CQ Suancaiyu wouldn't be able to go. BJ Kuaile decided that either they could do both, or neither could. The day before CQ Suancaiyu left, everyone had dinner together, and the four of them discussed it again. This time, BJ Kuaile made the decision. "Sis, how about this, you go back to Chongqing with your brother first. Next time, just tell me in advance, and I'll definitely arrange everything perfectly for you. You can have fun as soon as you arrive, and I promise to invite lots of people, it'll be lively, okay?" "Brother, I want to have fun. Little Stutterer can go back by himself first, I'm not a child anymore, he doesn't need to follow me around all the time." "Besides, I'm only staying in Beijing for two or three more days." "No, you can't let your man go back to Chongqing alone." "So what if he goes back alone!""No way, it's settled then. You go with him, I'll take you both." "BJ Happy, what gives you the right to make this decision?!" "If it weren't for Big Stick and CQ Sauerkraut Fish being there, PK Spicy Hot Pot would have really broken up with BJ Happy on the spot. BJ Happy never expected that after dinner, PK Spicy Hot Pot would be like a completely different person, calling him 'brother' so affectionately. She was also incredibly obedient, and right in front of him, she readily agreed to go back to Chongqing with him the next morning, as if nothing had happened. BJ Happy later realized that this strong woman, PK Spicy Hot Pot, while occasionally getting angry in front of him, was always completely submissive afterward. But she was completely different with CQ Sauerkraut Fish, her own man. Even in front of most people, she appeared very domineering and masculine. Not to mention him, even PK Spicy Hot Pot herself couldn't understand why she was always such a little woman in front of her beloved BJ Happy. Perhaps every woman, no matter how strong, masculine, or arrogant, has a little woman side, just hidden deep inside. But when she meets a certain kind of man, this side will be revealed without reservation." Because they were leaving the next day, Big Stick stayed at the hotel overnight, and the four of them planned to have one last good night before leaving. As usual, the three men took turns with PK Spicy Hot Pot. Around 11 PM, Big Stick and PK Spicy Hot Pot lasted a long time this time without ejaculating. CQ Sauerkraut Fish, unusually, took the opportunity to drag BJ Happy along to buy late-night snacks. BJ Happy was having a great time with Big Stick and agreed without much hesitation. On the way there, the two didn't talk much; CQ Sauerkraut Fish had a stutter and wasn't very talkative. On the way back, he spoke up. "Brother, brother, brother, I, I, beg, beg, beg, you, you, one, one thing, one thing." "What is it? Just say it, don't be polite with your brother." "Brother, brother, brother, I, I, I, tomorrow, tomorrow, myself, myself, myself, go back, back to Chongqing, okay, okay, okay?" "You want your sister to stay in Beijing and play by herself?" "Yes, yes, yes, brother, yes." "No, aren't you worried about her?" "Worried, worried, worried, what, what, ah." "Yes, yes, yes, brother, you, you take care of her, I, I, have, have, what, what, I'm not, not, at ease." "Brother, brother, brother, you, you, are, a, good, good person, I, I, my, old, wife, at home, dream, dream, want, want, this, this, play, play, once, once. You, you, just, agree, agree, to her." CQ Sauerkraut Fish was afraid BJ Happy wouldn't agree, so he pleaded with him, stammering and begging. Once CQ Sauerkraut Fish made the offer, BJ Happy had no choice but to agree. However, CQ Sauerkraut Fish's unconditional trust and respect weighed heavily on his heart, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. CQ Sauerkraut Fish's flight was at 10 am the next morning, and because the journey was long, they had to leave the hotel at 8:30 am. The four of them had a great time that night, especially PK Spicy Hot Pot. BJ Happy agreed to let her stay and play, and she was in high spirits, having played a bit too much and getting tired, so she didn't see her husband off at the airport. BJ Happy saw CQ Sauerkraut Fish off to the airport alone. When they left, PK Spicy Hot Pot was still fast asleep, naked, embracing Big Stick. CQ Sauerkraut Fish carefully covered them both with a blanket, moving very gently so they didn't wake up. He gently kissed his wife's face and left. BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish remained silent throughout the journey. After spending a few days together, BJ Happy knew his habit; because stuttering was difficult for him to understand, he tried to speak as little as possible. Only when BJ Happy escorted him to the entrance, just before security, did CQ Sauerkraut Fish say a few words to him. "Brother, brother, brother, I, I, I, will, will, will, will miss, miss you, you." "In the future, in the future, you, you must, must often, come, come, to, Chongqing, to see, see, me, us." "As he strode through security and headed towards the waiting area, BJ Happy realized he hadn't said a word about asking him to take care of PK Spicy Hot Pot. Maybe the guy thought it was pointless to say it; he was sure he'd do it anyway, so there was no need to say anything. Suddenly, BJ Happy felt this plain-looking, short man had a huge silhouette, as if he were three centimeters taller than himself, who was 1.8 meters tall. After dropping off CQ Sauerkraut Fish, BJ Happy walked out of the Capital Airport and suddenly felt the sun was incredibly bright and glaring, almost blinding him. His body felt hot and bothered, like being pricked by a thousand needles. This damn weather, damn it." For several days after returning from Chengdu, I couldn't contact BJ Kuaile and Da Bangchui at all. I kept sending them private messages, but no one responded. Being in Guangzhou, I had no idea that BJ Kuaile and Da Bangchui were either having passionate sex with the PK Malatang couple in a hotel, or frantically searching the world for new activity locations for them; they simply didn't have time to go on QQ. An invisible hand kept tugging at my heartstrings. My heart couldn't find complete peace. I could feel that although my life seemed unchanged, it was actually like a silent, mysterious lake—calm on the surface, but with undercurrents surging beneath. I could feel things starting to get messy, and I felt like a drowning person who couldn't swim, suddenly falling into the water, sinking deeper and deeper, gradually suffocating, powerless to struggle. I really needed to talk to someone who could completely understand me; it would be a way to relieve stress. There's only one person who truly understands me: BJ Kuaile. Whether it's hobbies, character, or even how we handle things, we have many similarities. Although we've never met, I feel like we've known each other for a long time. Of course, at that time, I didn't know that he himself had fallen in love and was struggling with his own feelings, completely oblivious to me. In the first few days after I got back, my wife and I made love once. When I reached climax and was about to ejaculate, in my dazed state, I involuntarily blurted out, "Lan Qier, sister!" My wife was surprised by my reaction, and I could only vaguely explain to her that I had shouted, "Trash, did you throw it away?" "My wife actually believed my explanation without a word. Actually, this explanation is absurd. Who would be concerned about whether the trash has been taken out while reaching orgasm? I don't even believe it myself, and I don't understand why my wife believed it. During that period, it wasn't so much that my wife suddenly felt aroused sexually, but rather that she seemed to be trying hard to please me sexually. She even initiated sex with me, something that hadn't happened since Mao Mao (my daughter) was born. Although I accepted all her explicit or implicit sexual advances, I still couldn't find the state of wanting to have sex four or five times a night. My sexual prowess is definitely not something to brag about, but during that time, I just couldn't perform. I tried, but it always ended in premature ejaculation, leaving me with a feeling of powerlessness, something I've never experienced since puberty. Later, BJ Happy said that when a man's heart is filled with too many heavy things, these unbearable weights will gradually transfer to his penis, bending, folding, softening it…."My heart was burdened with too much, and I could no longer bear it. Because I couldn't find the right feeling, our nightlife as a couple became dull again, even when my wife was interested and tried her best to please me. All her efforts were ultimately in vain. For a while, my wife suddenly became obsessed with online romance novels. She even bought a laptop and a 3G internet card for it. After the children were asleep and there wasn't much TV on at night, I would chat with friends in the study while she stayed in the room reading her online romance novels. Later, she became obsessed with yoga, sometimes spending the entire weekend at the yoga studio, exhausted from practicing until she came home. On nights without sex, we both had to find something to do to pass the time, pretending to be happy to maintain the marriage. My private chats with Lan Qi'er decreased significantly. It wasn't just me deliberately being cold towards us. Lan Qi'er was also acting completely differently; she was deliberately distancing herself from me. Aside from polite greetings in the group chat, we couldn't talk about anything else. We both tacitly agreed not to disrupt each other's family lives, but this unspoken understanding was actually a low-level self-deception. My longing for her never lessened because of this feigned indifference, while she, far away in Sichuan, was also suffering the pain of missing me and Da Bangchui. Duo Duolong hadn't been online for a very long time. Of course, Duo Duolong's suggestion to organize a group activity in Chengdu for Lan Qier, although not yet responded to by the other two administrators, I've already started working on it. I've found that the possibility of holding a group activity in Chengdu is almost zero, because among all the group members who indicated their location, only five are from Chengdu, including Duo Duolong and Lan Qier. And only two are willing to participate and comply with our new requirements for group activities, accepting medical examinations and sending us scanned medical reports. After video verification and detailed discussions, only one person was barely acceptable to participate. So even if Da Bangchui and I participate, Lan Qier and I can only have a 4P. I told Lan Qier about the 4P idea, but she disagreed. "Brother, can we have more people? A dozen or so would be fine." I could only gradually expand my search, but perhaps because Sichuan people's overall views on sex are too conservative, or perhaps because there are too few enthusiasts like us in Sichuan, or perhaps because of my special feelings for Lan Qier, I unknowingly raised my verification requirements too high. Anyway, in the entire Sichuan province, I finally found only four suitable candidates. In desperation, I could only send an announcement to the entire group that I wanted to organize a Chengdu group event and hoped that group members from other regions would also participate. Unexpectedly, this announcement caused a huge stir. The male group members went crazy sending me requests to participate. Distance was no longer a problem; the furthest netizen was actually from Qiqihar City, Heilongjiang Province. Although the three of us administrators each had our own problems and were relatively lax in managing the group for a period of time, what surprised us was that the speed at which the regional sub-circles within the group developed exceeded our expectations. Except for the Beijing area, group members from Shanghai, Shenyang, Guangzhou, and Changsha have slowly formed the prototype of small groups for group sex enthusiasts from similar regions. They even spontaneously gather regularly within the group without needing an administrator. Of course, these face-to-face gatherings are generally just for male members to share their feelings; most of the time, not only are there no female members, but there's no one even participating in these purely conversational gatherings. These gatherings aren't true group activities. The lack of engaging female members has indeed become a bottleneck for the group's development. I can only purposefully recruit female members who apply because of its reputation, hoping to discover new talents like "Empty Valley Orchid," "Blue Qi'er," and "PK Spicy Hot Pot"... The only exception is my Guangzhou group, which quickly started its second group activity. This activity wasn't held in Guangzhou but in Nanhai District, Foshan. I was originally supposed to organize this activity because I didn't have much time and wasn't in a particularly good mood. Therefore, all the organizational matters were handled by two active Guangzhou members who I got along well with: Nanhai Shisanlang and Tianhe Wangzi. The event was held in Nanhai for two reasons. First, we learned from our experience managing the first group event in Beijing; location selection is crucial, and Guangzhou offered a perfect opportunity. Nanhai Shisanlang didn't need to borrow or rent space; he owned a private estate with a villa, and its conditions were no worse than his Beijing Yanqing estate, perhaps even more private and comfortable. Nanhai Shisanlang's estate was large and located in the countryside, not within Nanhai city. Originally, it was a lychee orchard, cultivated by locals. Later, Nanhai Shisanlang bought it and stopped cultivating lychees, though the trees remained. He then hired people to dig several fishponds and built a large villa, thus establishing a respectable private estate. Nanhai Shisanlang's estate was extremely secluded, as the nearest village was several kilometers away. It was usually deserted, with only a few security guards, cleaners, and gardeners tending to the estate. The only downside to this place was the extremely difficult road from the town; several kilometers of it were dirt roads that Nan Hai Shisan Lang himself had funded to build. However, precisely because of the poor road conditions, it became our haven for group activities. Later, it gradually became the main base for group activities in Guangdong. The key to the successful hosting of our second group activity in Guangzhou was the willingness of a new female netizen from Shenzhen named Huan Jun Mingzhu to participate. Huan Jun Mingzhu is very mysterious.The only exception was my Guangzhou group, which quickly started its second group activity. This time, the activity wasn't held in Guangzhou city, but rather in Nanhai District, Foshan. I was originally supposed to organize this activity, as the manager of the Guangzhou group, but I didn't have much time and wasn't in a particularly good mood. Therefore, all the organizational matters were handled by two active members of the Guangzhou group, Nanhai Shisanlang and Tianhe Wangzi, who I got along well with. The reason for holding the activity in Nanhai was twofold: firstly, based on our experience managing the first Beijing group activity, the choice of location was crucial, and Guangzhou had a perfect opportunity—Nanhai Shisanlang didn't need to borrow or rent space from anyone else. He had his own private estate with villas, and the conditions were no worse than those in Yanqing, Beijing, perhaps even better in terms of privacy and comfort. Nanhai Shisanlang's private estate was large and located in the countryside, not in Nanhai city. Years ago, this estate was a lychee orchard, where locals grew lychees. Later, Nanhai Shisanlang bought it and stopped growing lychees, but the lychee trees remained. Then, Nan Hai Shisanlang hired people to dig up several fishponds and built a large villa, thus establishing a respectable private estate. Nan Hai Shisanlang's private estate was extremely secluded, as it was more than ten miles from the nearest village. Normally, it was deserted, except for a few security guards, cleaners, and gardeners he hired. The only downside was the extremely difficult road from the town; several miles of it were dirt roads that Nan Hai Shisanlang himself had paid to build. However, precisely because of the poor road conditions, it became our haven for group activities. Later, it gradually became the headquarters for group activities in Guangdong. The key to the successful hosting of the second group activity in Guangzhou was the willingness of a new female netizen from Shenzhen named Huan Jun Mingzhu to participate. Huan Jun Mingzhu was very mysterious.The only exception was my Guangzhou group, which quickly started its second group activity. This time, the activity wasn't held in Guangzhou city, but rather in Nanhai District, Foshan. I was originally supposed to organize this activity, as the manager of the Guangzhou group, but I didn't have much time and wasn't in a particularly good mood. Therefore, all the organizational matters were handled by two active members of the Guangzhou group, Nanhai Shisanlang and Tianhe Wangzi, who I got along well with. The reason for holding the activity in Nanhai was twofold: firstly, based on our experience managing the first Beijing group activity, the choice of location was crucial, and Guangzhou had a perfect opportunity—Nanhai Shisanlang didn't need to borrow or rent space from anyone else. He had his own private estate with villas, and the conditions were no worse than those in Yanqing, Beijing, perhaps even better in terms of privacy and comfort. Nanhai Shisanlang's private estate was large and located in the countryside, not in Nanhai city. Years ago, this estate was a lychee orchard, where locals grew lychees. Later, Nanhai Shisanlang bought it and stopped growing lychees, but the lychee trees remained. Then, Nan Hai Shisanlang hired people to dig up several fishponds and built a large villa, thus establishing a respectable private estate. Nan Hai Shisanlang's private estate was extremely secluded, as it was more than ten miles from the nearest village. Normally, it was deserted, except for a few security guards, cleaners, and gardeners he hired. The only downside was the extremely difficult road from the town; several miles of it were dirt roads that Nan Hai Shisanlang himself had paid to build. However, precisely because of the poor road conditions, it became our haven for group activities. Later, it gradually became the headquarters for group activities in Guangdong. The key to the successful hosting of the second group activity in Guangzhou was the willingness of a new female netizen from Shenzhen named Huan Jun Mingzhu to participate. Huan Jun Mingzhu was very mysterious.

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