Reprinted from "69 Four People's Journey" (Original by a Young Woman) Continued

After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Du Zhong, my husband and I drove back to Shenzhen. When we passed the supermarket outside our neighborhood, I suggested we do some shopping. My husband immediately agreed and, in a fawning manner, followed behind me, carrying my handbag. He said he wanted to shop, but he didn't really know what he needed or what to buy. He pushed the shopping cart behind me, and whenever my eyes lingered on the shelves, he stuffed everything into the cart. Some of the items were unnecessary. I wanted to remind him, but seeing his pretentious attitude, I ignored him. I was carrying several bags of useful and useless things in both hands, with my bag hanging around my neck.I followed him home with a grin. The security guard in the complex stared at us in surprise. We were quite familiar with each other, and my husband had a rather generous personality, often tossing them cigarettes. He would greet us every time he came and went. But I had never seen him act like this before, putting on a "servile" act and even chatting with the guard. That's what a man should be like, right? He has to accompany his wife shopping and carry her bags. The guard looked bewildered, nodding in agreement... Once we got home, I immediately lay down on the sofa, hands on my forehead, eyes closed, not speaking to my husband. After putting my things down, he immediately poured me a glass of water and helped me take off my shoes. "Hey, honey, let me tell you, my massage technique has recently reached a level of perfection, almost the pinnacle." Seeing that I ignored him, he continued to massage my legs. After several days of special trips and travel, I was still drowsy. I was drifting off to sleep when the landline rang. My husband put my legs down and ran to answer it. From their tone of voice, I knew it was my grandfather calling. Because of my parents' work, I was practically raised by my grandfather, so we have a very close relationship. As he gets older, he's especially concerned about us children; if I don't visit him for a few days, he'll definitely call to check on me. My husband hung up the phone, bowed and scraped, and walked towards me, giving a sharp salute. "The commander instructed: Take good care of Comrade XXX's living conditions." ...I rolled my eyes at him. "Okay, keep acting," I said, taking off my clothes and throwing them on the floor as I walked towards the bathroom. My husband followed closely behind, picking them up and holding them in his arms. I opened the bathroom door, and he wanted to come in too. I stopped and looked at him. "You want to come in too?" he asked. My husband pointed to my underwear. "I'll wash these myself!" he said, closing the door behind me. ...I closed my eyes, tilting my head slightly back, letting the warm water wash over my face. Scenes from the past few days replayed in my mind: Du Zhong's dark skin, Shan Shan's alluring body, my husband... The various images of spraying onto Shanshan's RF flashed by one by one... I didn't go to get my pajamas, and went back to the room naked, lying on the bed... I slowly fell asleep, and I don't know how long I slept, but I felt my husband gently calling my name to wake me up for dinner. Still sound asleep, I irritably slapped his hand away, turned over, and went back to sleep... When I woke up, it was the next morning. Feeling refreshed and breathing easily, I realized my husband was still fast asleep beside me. I grabbed a shirt from his bedside table, put it on, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom towards the sun. As I walked towards the balcony, passing the kitchen, I saw four small dishes and a soup bowl neatly arranged on the table. I snorted softly and shook my head. Rare indeed! ... I leaned against the balcony, arms slightly crossed, watching the morning scenery of the neighborhood. Property management staff were rinsing the swimming pool and changing the water; two shifts of security guards were lining up to change shifts; several men in vests and shorts were practicing on the court. Then, the sight of an elderly couple, walking with faltering steps, supporting each other, caught my eye. I couldn't see their expressions clearly. Watching the two elderly people walk past, I felt... I remembered a song lyric: "The most romantic thing I can imagine is growing old with you, collecting every bit of laughter along the way, to reminisce about later while sitting in rocking chairs... until we're too old to go anywhere, and you still cherish me like a treasure in your palm..." A faint sound pulled me back to reality. I looked up and saw a man on the neighboring balcony taking pictures of me with his phone. Knowing I'd been caught, he grinned lewdly at me. I looked down at my own attire, a nameless feeling rising within me... A surge of anger welled up inside me. I yelled, "You bastard!" and went back into the room. My husband, still half asleep, was standing on the floor wearing only his boxer shorts, looking at me blankly. The yelling had woken him up. I stormed out of the closet, pulled out a pair of shorts, pulled them on, and stormed outside. My husband sensed something was wrong and followed me, asking what was wrong. I went straight to the neighbor's house and banged on the door. The man who had been secretly filming me opened the door. He looked flustered when he saw me. "You bastard, this isn't the first or second time you've filmed me like this! Hand over your phone!" @#￥% ...Various unusual swear words came out of his mouth. His wife, still in her pajamas, rushed to the door, frantically asking what was going on. "So early in the morning? ...He's been taking pictures of me without my consent, and it's not the first time!" "Give me the phone!" I demanded. His wife, seemingly unable to believe such a thing could happen, snatched the phone from the man's hand and started looking at it. Seeing her increasingly surprised expression, I grabbed the phone and threw it on the ground. Turning around, I saw the man still peeking at my chest. I slapped him across the face. "Still looking?" His wife saw me smash my phone and hit me, and her attitude immediately changed. "What's wrong with you, woman? Why did you hit me?" At this point, my husband, who had been watching silently, spoke up, "Do you guys have a death wish?"... They then realized that the shirtless man in his boxer shorts wasn't just there to watch... They were speechless for a moment. "You have one week to move out, or you'll face the consequences," my husband said, enunciating each word clearly, before pulling me home... The slap I'd just given him had released some of the anger I'd been holding in for the past few days... I felt much better! My husband smoked a cigarette, picked up the phone, and went to the balcony... Feeling better, I hummed a tune I didn't even understand, and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. My husband noticed I was in a better mood and started talking more... People were playing around at home... After breakfast, I ignored my husband and started browsing the internet. He took his laptop to the living room and went to 69 Paradise, a website recommended by a friend. I opened the webpage and started browsing the short stories... Just as I was engrossed in reading, the doorbell rang. In Shenzhen, friends don't easily come to our house, and even neighbors who have lived there for years don't know each other. The holiday isn't over yet, so who could it be?... When I came out of the bedroom, my husband was already standing in the doorway, his footsteps somewhat chaotic. Then one or two... crew-cut, shady-looking men appeared in the hallway... gangsters! In my memory, my husband doesn't associate with these kinds of people. After my husband said something to them, a group of about ten people headed towards the man who had been secretly filming. A few loud bangs echoed in the hallway, and I immediately ran out to see what was going on. They were kicking the door, and the other party, perhaps sensing hostility, kept the door closed. Then the community security guards arrived, and my husband spoke with them. The people kicking the door didn't stop, continuing to shout and curse. Community police arrived with two patrol officers. At this point, dozens of people were crowded in the stairwell in a chaotic scene. My husband recounted what had happened to the police, who then asked me some questions, which I answered. The police then knocked on the man's door. The door opened, and several thugs rushed in, slapping the man several times. He was instantly knocked to the ground. The police quickly stopped them. My husband, standing beside the man, said, "First, your act of taking pictures is despicable and hateful. Second, if you had apologized after being discovered, wouldn't that have been enough? Third, you still won't admit it even when confronted." My husband pointed to the man's wife, saying, "Your stance isn't firm enough; you're condoning this." My husband's despicable behavior, and the fact that he was becoming an accomplice... I didn't listen any further... I returned home, and about two hours later, the hallway gradually returned to calm. My husband came back, smiled at me, and said, "Honey, how about we go to the XXX Hot Spring Resort for a few days?" I thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Then, I quickly packed a few clothes, and we left home... The place we were going to was in the suburbs of Shenzhen. On the way, Du Zhong called, saying that they had also returned to Shenzhen and asked what we were doing. My husband said that after we went to the resort, Shan Shan and her husband also wanted to come. My husband asked for my opinion, and I said I didn't care. Thinking that we had only been apart for two days, and we were about to meet again, things were different now. I couldn't ignore what had already happened. So, with mixed feelings and conflicted thoughts, I followed my husband to the resort... We have a house near the hot spring resort. Property prices in the suburbs of Shenzhen aren't high. However, the investor who built the lakeside resort terminated his investment, and the resort, only about 60-70% complete, mysteriously opened for business. The lack of adequate facilities directly led to the hot spring resort's near bankruptcy. But the scenery is beautiful, with green mountains, clear water, small bridges, a lake island, pavilions, and shady paths; the basic infrastructure is still there. Although we don't come to the suburban house often, someone comes to help maintain it every week, so opening the door doesn't feel like a lack of human presence. The house is fairly clean. The houses in the suburbs are spaced far apart, so even playing music won't disturb the neighbors. A song, "Daughter of Heaven," filled the space. My husband, as usual, came over and begged me to change the song. He said listening to this song always gave him a strange feeling, a bit uncomfortable. I said that's because he doesn't understand it, so he can't feel it. The next song is by Matthew."Bressanone," this is a disc I burned myself. The moment my husband heard that song, he made a pained expression, groaning and saying he wanted to sleep. I pinched his arm hard, "Let you act!" He jumped up with a grin, like a little kid. "What do you want to hear?" I asked. He quickly said he had one in the car, listen to his disc, and ran to get it... I know my husband understands music; he probably felt his current mood wasn't right for this kind of music, hence his act... A little while later, my husband returned with the disc, also bringing my laptop. The energetic DJ music started, and my husband sat on the sofa, swaying his head, looking completely absorbed, really into it... This is music! I sat down, turned on my computer, and chatted with some colleagues and friends. They had spent two days visiting all the places they wanted to go in the city and were bored at home, waiting to go back to work. Seeing my husband still swaying his head to the DJ, I secretly opened a group video call and looked at him. My friends chuckled and asked what we were doing. I said, "We're bored, why don't you come over and have some fun for a day?" Several colleagues agreed in unison. I put down my computer, went to the doorman's to change my shoes, and prepared to go out. Just then, Shan Shan and her husband walked in. I smiled and greeted Shan Shan. Du Zhong seemed a little awkward being ignored and tentatively asked where I was going. I didn't look at him and replied that I was going to buy some food and drinks. Du Zhong quickly said, "Sister-in-law, don't be so polite. Just eat whatever you have at home." I turned to look at him and smiled. He seemed a little intimidated by my gaze. "Mr. Du Zhong," I said, "did I say I was going shopping to entertain you?" Ignoring the stunned Du Zhong, I left the house. Shan Shan chased after me, took my arm, and wanted to come with me. I nodded in agreement. We chatted casually along the way, but avoided sensitive topics. The store would deliver the food and drinks for a small extra fee. My colleagues hadn't been to my house before. Shan Shan and I waited by the roadside to pick them up. The five colleagues arrived one after another—three men and two women. And so, our small party of nine began. After arriving home and being introduced to each other, Shanshan and I prepared dinner. My five colleagues surrounded Du Zhong and my husband, asking them all sorts of questions. Watching them act so serious and pretentious, as if they were giving orders, while Shanshan and I were busy, several of the male colleagues had already become close friends with my husband, calling him "brother." I shook my head inwardly; men always seem to find it so easy to build rapport... In Shenzhen, most men don't drink or smoke. It's rare to see men with cigarettes in public, and they usually only drink a little wine. Perhaps because it was a holiday, everyone at the dinner table, including myself, was drinking, and several men were smoking, chatting and drinking—the atmosphere was...unusual. The room was bustling with activity. Several women chattered excitedly about their new manicures, hairstyles, and accessories. I, a woman who usually doesn't participate in these topics, simply echoed their comments. As the red wine ran out, the men started drinking Budweiser, and the conversation drifted further and further afield, from the Bandung Conference to the Spratly Islands conflict and the Far East situation. They argued heatedly until I intervened to mediate, and they finally reached an agreement. Then, the DJ started playing, and no one paid any attention to the mess at the table. In the dim light, several slightly drunk men, cigarettes dangling from their lips, danced wildly. Several women, after being pulled along several times, joined in. My involvement resulted in several male and female colleagues surrounding me, and a scene unfolded... The situation subtly changed, and we split into teams. My husband and I formed a team of three, while my colleagues and I formed a team of six. My overwhelming numbers quickly overwhelmed my husband's team. When the three-person team got bored, they joined in, making it eight people surrounding me. They egged me on to dance. Because I'm usually serious and reserved at work, none of my colleagues knew I had studied folk dance. Already in a better mood, and with the added influence of alcohol, I started moving, swaying along with my colleagues' encouragement. Although I wasn't good at modern dance, my past professional training was enough to satisfy the eyes of those around me. A few male colleagues were slightly surprised, then started shouting and cheering wildly. My modern dance, performed with my folk dance background, instantly electrified the entire room… When the song ended, I was… Covered in sweat, I begged and pleaded before they finally let me go. I leaned against the wall to rest, watching them... until their attention was no longer on me. I turned and went upstairs, comfortably rinsing off the sweat, and changed into comfortable clothes. It was late, the DJ had stopped, and I came downstairs because I had to arrange for some colleagues to rest. We started assigning rooms: three male colleagues, one on the sofa and two in the guest room; two female colleagues, one in the guest room; my husband Du Zhong, Shan Shan, and I went upstairs and each slept in a separate room... After showering, the room gradually quieted down. I wonder if any of you have ever had the experience of not being able to fall asleep easily after being excited? I lay on my side, my head resting on my husband's arm, my hand on his chest. I listened quietly to his heartbeat, my husband gently stroking my long hair... He turned around softly, kissed my forehead, and his hands began to caress my waist, gently kneading my breasts and abdomen. Just as I was getting aroused, I felt the door open and then immediately close. I knew someone had come in, and my instinctive reaction was to break free from my husband and turn around to see who it was...It's rare to see men with cigarettes in public, and wine is usually consumed in moderation. Perhaps it was because of the holiday, but at the dinner table, everyone, including myself, was drinking. Several men were smoking, chatting and drinking, creating an unusually lively atmosphere. Several women were chattering about their new manicures, hairstyles, and accessories. I, a woman, usually don't participate in these topics, just agreeing with them. As the red wine ran out, the men started drinking Budweiser, and the conversation drifted further and further afield, from the Bandung Conference to the Spratly Islands conflict and the Far East situation, arguing heatedly until finally... I had to step in to mediate, and they finally shook hands and made peace... The DJ started playing, and no one paid any attention to the mess at the table. In the dim light, several slightly drunk men, cigarettes dangling from their lips, danced wildly. Several women, after being pulled along several times, also joined in. My involvement directly resulted in several male and female colleagues surrounding me at the same time. The scene subtly changed, and we split into teams: my husband and his three-person team, and my colleagues and I, a team of six. My overwhelming numerical advantage quickly overwhelmed my husband and his three-person team. After getting bored, the three-person team also joined in, making it eight people surrounding me, cheering and jeering. They made me dance. Because I'm usually serious and reserved at work, none of my colleagues knew I had studied folk dance. Already in a better mood, and with the added influence of alcohol, and with my colleagues egging me on, I started swaying. Although I wasn't good at modern dance, my professional background was enough to satisfy the eyes of those around me. A few male colleagues were slightly surprised, then started shouting and jeering wildly. My modern dance, performed with a folk dance foundation, instantly electrified the entire room… By the end of the song, I was covered in sweat and begged for mercy before they finally let me go. I leaned against the wall to rest, watching them… until… Their attention had left me. I turned and went upstairs, comfortably rinsing off the sweat, and changed into comfortable clothes. It was late, the DJ had stopped, and I came downstairs. I needed to arrange rest for some colleagues. We started assigning rooms: three male colleagues, one on the sofa and two in the guest room; two female colleagues, one in the guest room; my husband, Du Zhong, Shan Shan, and I went upstairs and each slept in our own room… After showering, the room gradually quieted down. I wonder if any of you have ever had the experience of not being able to fall asleep easily after being excited. I lay on my side, my head on my husband's arm, my hand on his chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat. My husband gently stroked my long hair… He gently turned over, lightly kissed my forehead, and began to caress me along my waist, gently kneading my breasts and abdomen. Just as I was getting aroused, I felt the door open and then immediately close again. I knew someone had come in. My instinctive reaction was to break free from my husband and turn around to see who it was…It's rare to see men with cigarettes in public, and wine is usually consumed in moderation. Perhaps it was because of the holiday, but at the dinner table, everyone, including myself, was drinking. Several men were smoking, chatting and drinking, creating an unusually lively atmosphere. Several women were chattering about their new manicures, hairstyles, and accessories. I, a woman, usually don't participate in these topics, just agreeing with them. As the red wine ran out, the men started drinking Budweiser, and the conversation drifted further and further afield, from the Bandung Conference to the Spratly Islands conflict and the Far East situation, arguing heatedly until finally... I had to step in to mediate, and they finally shook hands and made peace... The DJ started playing, and no one paid any attention to the mess at the table. In the dim light, several slightly drunk men, cigarettes dangling from their lips, danced wildly. Several women, after being pulled along several times, also joined in. My involvement directly resulted in several male and female colleagues surrounding me at the same time. The scene subtly changed, and we split into teams: my husband and his three-person team, and my colleagues and I, a team of six. My overwhelming numerical advantage quickly overwhelmed my husband and his three-person team. After getting bored, the three-person team also joined in, making it eight people surrounding me, cheering and jeering. They made me dance. Because I'm usually serious and reserved at work, none of my colleagues knew I had studied folk dance. Already in a better mood, and with the added influence of alcohol, and with my colleagues egging me on, I started swaying. Although I wasn't good at modern dance, my professional background was enough to satisfy the eyes of those around me. A few male colleagues were slightly surprised, then started shouting and jeering wildly. My modern dance, performed with a folk dance foundation, instantly electrified the entire room… By the end of the song, I was covered in sweat and begged for mercy before they finally let me go. I leaned against the wall to rest, watching them… until… Their attention had left me. I turned and went upstairs, comfortably rinsing off the sweat, and changed into comfortable clothes. It was late, the DJ had stopped, and I came downstairs. I needed to arrange rest for some colleagues. We started assigning rooms: three male colleagues, one on the sofa and two in the guest room; two female colleagues, one in the guest room; my husband, Du Zhong, Shan Shan, and I went upstairs and each slept in our own room… After showering, the room gradually quieted down. I wonder if any of you have ever had the experience of not being able to fall asleep easily after being excited. I lay on my side, my head on my husband's arm, my hand on his chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat. My husband gently stroked my long hair… He gently turned over, lightly kissed my forehead, and began to caress me along my waist, gently kneading my breasts and abdomen. Just as I was getting aroused, I felt the door open and then immediately close again. I knew someone had come in. My instinctive reaction was to break free from my husband and turn around to see who it was…
My husband didn't stop me from looking back. Du Zhong, wearing boxer shorts, sneaked into our room. I instinctively pulled the blanket up, turned around, and leaned against my husband, looking at Du Zhong. This guy, like a rogue, sat on the bed on his own, grinning at my husband and me. I didn't need to ask my husband to know that he must have gotten his permission to come to our room after his colleagues had gone to sleep. Looking back, my husband was indeed smiling at Du Zhong. Seeing that I didn't say anything, Du Zhong assumed that I had silently approved of this. He took off his clothes and was about to get into bed. "Wait a minute, Du Zhong, I don't think I've agreed yet. Do you dare to do something like this?" Du Zhong stood naked, frozen in place, looking somewhat embarrassed. My husband, seizing the opportune moment, kissed my lips, the kiss deepening. I slowly closed my eyes. Since what happened during our four-person game, I'd become indifferent to such games. As long as it felt good, I could accept swapping partners. I'd crossed that psychological threshold, and everything was natural now. My husband held my head, kissing me so deeply it felt suffocating. The blanket was pulled to the floor, and the two of us lay naked, like a performance for Du Zhong. I felt another person on the bed, another pair of hands roaming over my body. I didn't resist; I closed my eyes, enjoying the caresses and kisses of the two men. I gradually entered the mood. My husband kissed my breasts downwards, while Du Zhong kissed downwards along my lower abdomen. I tried to bite my lip to suppress my moans. Being caressed and kissed by two men brought me to the peak of excitement, accompanied by a profound emptiness. I needed to be filled, to be filled. To compensate for my increasingly exaggerated body movements, the two men understood my needs and seized the opportunity, simultaneously stopping their kiss. Du Zhong asked, "Baby, do you want it?" In a daze, I answered yes, yes. The two men simultaneously got up and leaned against the headboard. I understood their intention, turned around, and knelt between them, grasping both penises with both hands, gently stroking and manipulating them. I lowered my head and took my husband's penis into my mouth, gently sucking and circling it with my tongue. Du Zhong shifted his body slightly towards me; I knew he wanted it too. At that moment, a woman doesn't think. I released my husband's penis and kissed Du Zhong's. Both penises gradually became hard and hot under my sucking and swallowing. I felt I had already ejaculated a lot. Just as I released Du Zhong's penis and kissed my husband again, Du Zhong got up behind me, gently lifting me up by the waist. I adjusted the angle of our rear entry, my mouth continuing to suck on my husband's penis... Du Zhong held his penis and slowly rubbed it against my vaginal opening, refusing to enter, softly asking, "Sister-in-law, is it okay? Do you want it?" This kind of man is really despicable, but women back then wouldn't refuse or get angry. They wanted it, wanted it... As Du Zhong slowly inserted himself, the emptiness was filled. I exhaled slowly. Du Zhong's penis was dark and rather thick. During doggy style, each thrust brought me to another level. I sucked on my husband's penis while enjoying the friction of the insertion from behind, softly moaning. Du Zhong occasionally slapped my buttocks. My husband signaled me to stop. I had a moment to breathe, moaning. Du Zhong pulled out, and my husband went back in. Du Zhong got out of bed and turned the room light up to its brightest setting, but I felt no shame. Instead, I felt incredibly excited and stimulated. I bit my lip and watched Du Zhong start taking pictures. The two men took turns taking pictures of me... I came twice and was too weak to moan anymore... After my husband ejaculated on my lower abdomen, Du Zhong also sped up... My husband sat beside me, watching Du Zhong's dark penis enter and exit his territory, my vagina... During his thrusting, Du Zhong suddenly pulled out and moved closer to my face. I realized what he was doing and crossed my arms to cover my face. That bastard ejaculated all over my arms and hair... I thought he was done, so I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my arms. But then that bastard ejaculated again... Another first time... the first time a man ejaculated on my face... Letting the semen flow down my cheeks, I closed my eyes slightly, not wanting to say anything, do anything, or move. This feeling was stimulating and pleasurable... After about ten minutes, my frantic heartbeat calmed down, and my wandering thoughts returned to normal. The two men were looking at photos on their phones, I wondered what they were studying. I got up, put on my pajamas, and went to the bathroom. I showered and returned to the bedroom. The two men were gone. I could imagine what they were doing, but I didn't want to think about it. The intensity of this kind of sex... Not all women can handle this kind of exertion; it's incredibly physically demanding. I fell asleep on the bed and
woke up very early the next day, feeling quite refreshed and energetic. Looking at the lake in the distance, I suddenly had the urge to go for a run. I made up my mind, put on my long-unused white athletic clothes, shorts, and baseball cap, and pulled my hair up high. I started running slowly along the lakeside. In less than thirty minutes, my clothes were soaked with sweat. My stamina is definitely not what it used to be; it's due to lack of exercise. I must exercise more often in the future. On the way back, I bought some breakfast. When I opened the door, I found that my colleagues were already up, and Shanshan and her husband were there too, but her husband was nowhere to be seen. I didn't ask. A few colleagues ate a little breakfast and then got up to say goodbye. I tried to persuade them to stay, but seeing that they were determined to leave, I had to see them off. ... With only three of us left, I casually asked where her husband was. Shanshan said he went back to the city early in the morning and wouldn't be back until evening. Oh! Shanshan sat down next to me and asked what my plans were for the day. I said I didn't have any suggestions. Just then, Du Zhong came over and said his husband had texted him, asking him to come to the city center as he had some issues to resolve. Hearing this, Shanshan suggested we all go to the city center together, and then she and my sister could go to the spa while I went. She asked for my opinion. I said we could easily have the spa therapist come to our house; I had her phone number. Shanshan agreed, saying we'd stay home. After Du Zhong left, I called the spa owner... and then chatted casually with Shanshan... Suddenly, Shanshan said, "Sister, let me tell you about Du Zhong and me. Are you interested?" I said okay, I'd love to hear it. And so, Shanshan began her story… It turns out that Shanshan was introduced to Du Zhong by my husband. Shanshan is the daughter of my husband's business partner. They met at a business event and she fell for him at first sight. After that, she frequently visited my husband's company under various pretexts, pestering him to go shopping and eat out. Perhaps sensing her admiration, my husband intentionally or unintentionally mentioned me, saying things like he loved me. Also, since Shanshan was his business partner's daughter, he couldn't just make things difficult for her, so it was a polite way of rejecting her. Shanshan didn't continue to pester him… But a few months later, Shanshan suddenly came to my husband again, insisting he introduce her to a boyfriend. My husband, helpless, dragged Du Zhong into it. The two hit it off immediately. My husband initially thought Shanshan was just being silly and it would all pass, but six months later, they suddenly announced their marriage and had already registered their marriage, planning a wedding banquet. My husband stared in astonishment at the red marriage certificate before him. What could he say besides congratulations? Two days later, Shanshan hosted a banquet at home to thank the matchmaker. It was a must-attend meal; there was no reason to refuse. When her husband arrived, he discovered that Shanshan had only invited him; even the groom-to-be wasn't there—he'd already left. There was no reason for him to leave without eating. During the meal, Shanshan insisted on toasting with her husband… After a few drinks, Shanshan began to talk about how much she had loved him, and how she had secretly shed tears after hearing he was married… With the topic at hand, the two drank and chatted. After two bottles of liquor, Shanshan leaned on her husband and began to cry… Fueled by the alcohol, her husband didn't come home that night. The next day, when they sobered up, they both regretted what had happened the previous night… Feeling ashamed about the incident, and with Shanshan bleeding, her husband was even more embarrassed. Just as the two were at a loss for what to do, Du Zhong opened the door and came in (both had the key to the bridal chamber). For a moment, all three of them froze, dumbfounded. After some explanation, Du Zhong actually laughed, saying it was nothing, that he had no virginity complex, and recounted his past experiences as a single man participating in threesomes… The three of them spent the morning with expressions of surprise, disbelief, and horror. The wedding proceeded as planned… After the wedding, Du Zhong persuaded Shanshan… At Du Zhong's invitation, her husband participated in their threesome, and they have maintained this relationship ever since… The phone rang, the spa therapist arrived… To be continued…

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