Water at the hem of the skirt

Life is a magnificent dress; a sudden gust of wind, and she exudes a myriad of charms. Experiences are like flowing water, dampening our moods, leaving traces, until the dress is weathered and worn… In truth, life is experience. That magnificent dress, through experience, gains a beautiful soul, a flavor to be savored. We arranged a threesome today, and this upcoming experience feels especially significant because it's my first time, at least psychologically. Lacking moral support and theoretical backing, all I have is an attempt to understand and feel. I slept very late last night and woke up too early this morning, turning on the lamp at six to read Mo Yan's novel, while Beijing Music Radio played songs… This visual and auditory overload didn't make me feel much better. Just after nine, my husband texted to say he had arrived. He is WY, 28, 182cm, 80kg.He'd just graduated with a master's degree—I forget if it was a master's—and my husband and I both thought he was decent-looking, at least honest. He was waiting for us at a nearby KFC. We took a taxi there, and around 9:40, we saw him in a blue short-sleeved shirt. There was a brief awkwardness when we approached, but thankfully, he was quite talkative. After explaining his thoughts, he introduced himself and kindly mentioned that he'd prepared gifts for each of us. What a thoughtful man! I'd never seen a single man in a threesome so particular about ambiance and atmosphere. He smiled shyly and said those gifts weren't appropriate to give here. My husband and I exchanged knowing smiles, each with our own guesses. He said preparing the gifts for me yesterday was a bit rushed and hoped I'd understand. I thanked him but didn't really look at him. He said I was even prettier than in the photos, which made me happy. Today, I was still wearing a red Chinese-style top with hand-embroidered floral patterns on the lapel, my hair down, and I looked to have a good figure. We sat down and started chatting, but it wasn't particularly engaging, because neither of us knew what to do next, or perhaps we hadn't yet established the basic conditions for communication. But we listened carefully to his explanation and understood it. Pure physical stimulation wasn't what we were pursuing; it was a matter of life philosophy and lifestyle, and beyond that, a matter of morality and the institutional nature of marriage. Shakespeare also said that he didn't want his wife to appear in his night sky like the moon every day… We talked about our respective marriages and relationships, and it was clear that he cherished his partner. This made us respect him. He also respected my wishes very much. He said, "If you're unwilling, forced, or even slightly reluctant, I'll leave immediately, and we'll still be friends." I laughed. I've always been quiet, like a lady (hehe), and I said, "No, that won't happen." Yes, how could it be? My husband loves me so much, he's so accommodating. He said that's good. Then he seemed very happy. …We agreed that he would go to the hotel first, and we would follow. He said he valued the environment and conditions, and we agreed. After he left, my husband and I strolled down the street. Under the midday sun, we embraced without a care in the world. I felt a deep, deep love. He shielded me from the sun with his body, afraid I would get a tan. At that moment, I really wanted to hold his hand and go back to school. I really wanted to. I felt everything was meaningless, all forced. A perfectly good life was being complicated by unnecessary complications. But experiencing life requires courage. We'd already taken the first step, so why not seriously try a different way of life? Especially when we started to question the sexuality within the system. Especially when I had a strong craving for experience… We still went to buy Durex together. Around 11 PM, he texted to say he'd arrived at a hotel, room 418. The room was spacious, with two large windows, white sheer curtains, and a large, clean, white, and smooth bed. We sat down, one on each sofa. He took out the gifts he'd prepared and handed them to us one by one. He gave my husband a DVD containing a documentary about foreign pornography. He gave me a set of sexy lingerie: a black sheer skirt, a thong, and red stockings. He added, "It was too rushed beforehand, I just bought it according to your height. Try it on, I want to watch it." He smiled as he said this. I looked at my husband, seeking his support or acquiescence. My husband nodded and said, "You don't need to ask me or seek my opinion on what you want to do." Yes, when I first met WY, he also said, "I hope you don't think of yourself as anyone's wife then. Just be yourself, be yourself, you are the protagonist, and enjoy it to the fullest." I went into the bathroom because I wasn't used to undressing in front of two men. I tried it on, but it felt awkward because my temperament really wasn't suited for it. As I said, I'm a rather traditional and slightly shy woman. So, I came out dressed and apologized to WY. He was very magnanimous and smiled. I walked over to the two men sitting on the sofa and sat down next to my husband. At that moment, WY extended his right hand. I hesitated and looked at my husband. He smiled and said, "Go ahead." I turned to WY and obediently placed my hand in his. He pulled me close, hugged me, kissed me, and touched my plump buttocks gently, but with desire. He seemed oblivious to everyone else, but I kept opening my eyes to look for my husband. I really wanted to know what he was doing, what he was doing, and how he would look at me. I didn't want him to see me behaving "promiscuously" in another man's arms, so I was very reserved. I cared about his feelings and didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. Of course, I saw him. He got up, grabbed the remote control, and randomly pressed buttons, deliberately avoiding looking at us. WY, panting, suddenly picked me up. My legs naturally wrapped around his waist. He strode to the bed, threw me onto it, and then pressed down on me… He unbuttoned my clothes. I kicked off my right shoe myself, and my husband gently took off my left shoe and neatly placed it aside—that's what I saw when I opened my eyes. WY paid a lot of attention to foreplay, which is very similar to my husband. I guess gentle men who know how to cherish women are all like that. He kissed me, from top to bottom, very tenderly, his tongue forceful and rhythmic. We were 69. I noticed his anal hair was very cleanly shaved, and his anus was spotless and fragrant, so I gave him a quick oral sex session. He enjoyed it… He groaned happily, saying, "You're very good, especially with your mouth." I smiled. His body was as slender as my husband's, which is why I like tall men. I like long, slender torsos, long, clean fingers… My right hand held his, my left hand held my husband's, it felt like rowing a boat; he kissed my genitals, then my back, my husband kissed my breasts and lips… Strangeness and familiarity, tension and security, all stirred my feelings equally, and I couldn't help but make a sound… But at the same time, my tears flowed uncontrollably… I hugged my husband tightly, holding him close with my left arm, and whispered in his ear, "I love you!" Yes, in that instant, I felt it all was meaningless. My love was right there in my arms, so why should I accept another man's caresses? I felt guilty, sad, heartbroken, and remorseful… I was like a greedy little girl, having her own beloved toy but still clinging to someone else's… My husband noticed and asked me what was wrong. I remained silent because he was passionately kissing me, and I didn't want to affect him, especially since he was so sincere and innocent. Just then, WY thrust in. Tears streamed down my face, but I still let out a soft "Ah," wiping away the tears. I adjusted my position, eagerly accepting his pleasure… My husband, seeing us begin to mate, tactfully stepped aside. He was quite good; his penis wasn't long, but it was thick and large, and his movements were rhythmic and powerful. While we were having sex, he would whisper softly in my ear, soothing me and saying some loving words, perfectly suited to the atmosphere. He was a considerate man. We finished in less than half an hour. He was sweating profusely, saying he hadn't done this in a long time, so it was quick. Actually, he was quite good, I smiled understandingly, but tears welled up again. I turned and lay down, hugging the soft pillow, as if seeking support. My husband was quite aroused; his penis was also very erect. He couldn't bear to watch and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he took some tissues to wipe my tears. He asked me what was wrong, but I just cried, not wanting to say anything, not knowing how to accurately express what I was thinking at that moment. I simply asked him softly, "Did you hear me say 'I love you'?" "Did you feel me holding you tightly?" My husband stroked my back and said, "Of course I heard you, of course I felt you." He added, "But once he's inside, you won't know anything anymore, haha." He chuckled mischievously. I felt I should blush, but I didn't. I looked up to find him; WY was already wearing shorts. He said to my husband, "Boss, you come on." I didn't like that, because at that moment he probably didn't realize he was no longer treating me as an independent individual… What were they offering each other? A delicious snack? A glass of wine that would make you drunk with just one sip? I felt a brief discomfort, but it was easy to understand, because we already had preconceived notions, even though his meaning might not have included that connotation. Morality and etiquette are deeply ingrained; they unconsciously control your thinking. My husband is also a reserved man; he wasn't mentally prepared for this kind of thing, and with me shedding a few tears, he was probably at a loss. I kissed him, and he said, "I'll ejaculate quickly," and I nodded understandingly. Actually, he needed comfort the most. At that moment, he must have felt incredibly empty, both physically and mentally. I love him, so I feel sorry for him. WY said again, "Do it again, she's not full yet." My husband said, "Okay." I raised my legs by the bedside, and my husband entered me. Sure enough, it was quick; he ejaculated in less than five minutes. I suddenly remembered how he usually acted, always leaving me feeling dreamy and confused. Heaven was just around the corner…WY got into bed again. I was in the middle, my husband on my left and him on my right. A large bed, light streaming in from behind the curtains, looked warm and serene. The room was extremely quiet; for a moment, it felt as peaceful as my own bedroom, tempting me to sleep. I didn't know who to be closer to. Going to my husband would be natural, but I was afraid of neglecting him; going to him, I was afraid of neglecting my husband… So, I turned my back to WY, nuzzled against him, my hands and face towards my husband, and spoke softly to him. We spoke in our hometown dialect, which probably displeased WY because he couldn't understand it. There was an unconscious sense of exclusion, though we weren't doing it intentionally, it was just a habit. WY whispered in my ear, "I'm rested." His gentle voice touched my heartstrings. His large, round glans rubbed against my buttocks like a wildcat trying to squeeze through a fence. I turned and snuggled into his arms, continuing our entanglement. After kissing, I licked his mouth down his back, both sides, with my tongue. The A and B sides were my husband's rules: B side was the front, the traditional position where you could have sex with your penis, and A side was the back, the anal side. During sex, I was like a cassette tape, playing back and forth between A and B sides. My husband seized the opportunity to comment on my likes and dislikes, saying, "Your husband really understands you." I was on top, but I didn't push hard. He moved smoothly, and I was almost dizzy. My hair was probably being tossed around too; I don't know. I wasn't fully conscious throughout the whole process. Then he got on top, and I only remember the rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding… Then he took me from behind, his fingers caressing my anus as he thrust violently, his hips slamming against my buttocks, his testicles slapping against my vulva… I finally passed out… When I woke up, my hair was on the floor, my whole body numb and weak… He said, “Mine is too thick, are you okay? My girlfriend always says I hurt her…” I found it hard to answer. Among the men I’ve been with, there are many with thicker and bigger bodies than his. Besides, I’m not his girlfriend, and I don’t like him comparing me to his girlfriend in his mind and asking such pointless questions. Of course, there are even more pointless men who, after having sex, will ask me who is bigger, stronger, or more powerful between him and my husband. I just laugh and say, “It’s okay.” He then said, “There’s nothing wrong between you and your husband, right…” Ha… I know why he asked that question, but it’s hard to explain, I don’t know how to say it. We lay there for a while. By then, my husband was dressed and sitting on the sofa watching TV. While I was in a state of dizziness from passion, he was also watching TV. WY said, "Try on the clothes I sold you. You should let me see the gift I gave you." I was hesitant, but I agreed anyway. I wrapped myself in the blanket and put on the clothes one by one. When I got to the thong, I struggled, unsure of the front and back. He came over to guide me… Haha, I'm really traditional; I'd never tried wearing sexy lingerie to add some novelty for my husband before… We're both simple people, so our love and sex are simple too, right? After I put them on, he asked me to come over. I awkwardly went over, and he pulled me to sit on his lap, with my husband opposite me. I was bare-chested and backless, being held in the arms of a strange man, my large breasts being kneaded and shaped by him… I felt very uncomfortable. He buried his head in my chest and said, "My wife smells like milk; you two smell different." I smiled, not wanting to say anything, especially not comparing myself to a strange woman. Being with a stranger wasn't very relaxing, so my husband and I decided to be alone for a while and said goodbye. Stepping out of the hotel, the sunlight was blinding; everything felt like a dream. The surrounding buildings were unfamiliar, so everything that had just happened felt strangely alienated in this unfamiliar environment. Uncertainties in my mind reinforced this impression. After a nice lunch with my husband, we went back to school. We sat in the magazine office watching a DVD, a gift from WY. It was a very good documentary, but there was a sense of helplessness in it, the challenges to morality and marital sex… Because my husband was quite depressed today, I wanted to cheer him up, so we went to the balcony, closed the window, and started making love. Someone was singing in the building across the street, and people were walking by outside… We lost ourselves in the moment… I gripped the railing with both hands, and he entered me from behind… He knew my habits well, so I quickly reached orgasm. Because I was standing, I didn't faint, but I ejaculated! How many times has this been? I don't know, but whether it's a 3P or a 4P, it's all good, isn't it? Everything was great for us. I felt that this was the perfect ending to today… In the evening, I saw WY online and greeted him politely. He asked how we were doing, and my husband said, "Not bad." Then we politely said goodbye. My husband walked me back to my dorm that evening, and we were reluctant to part, feeling quite nostalgic. So, the threesome didn't cast a shadow on our relationship; our love remains as strong as ever. It's just a regret that this experience didn't reach the full potential of a threesome; I wasn't completely open, and I didn't fully enjoy it. We are both emotional people, with concerns and pressures, and we weren't fully prepared. If there were fewer mental constraints, it would have been much better. Also, the fact that women can separate love and sex makes me believe, at least temporarily, that... Perhaps there are other thoughts, but my mind is a jumble. It's already 1:30 AM; I should go to sleep. The night is peaceful. My dear men, are you all fast asleep? My skirt is soaked, drenching your broad chest; how much tenderness will you receive? My own memories are thus imbued with rainbow colors…Because my husband was feeling down today, I wanted to cheer him up. So, on the balcony, we closed the window and started making love. Someone was singing in the building across the street, and people kept walking past outside… We lost ourselves in the moment… I gripped the railing with both hands, and he entered me from behind… He knows my habits well, so I quickly reached orgasm. Because I was standing, I didn't faint, but I ejaculated! How many times has this happened? I don't know, but whether it's a 3P or a 4P, it's all good, isn't it? Everything is great for us. I feel like this is the perfect ending to today. … In the evening, I saw WY online and greeted him politely. He asked how it went, and my husband said, "It was great." Then we politely said goodbye. My husband took me back to my dorm that night, and we were reluctant to part, feeling quite nostalgic. So, a 3P won't cast a shadow on our relationship; we love each other as much as ever. It's just a pity that this experience didn't reach the highest level of a 3P; I didn't completely let go, and I didn't fully enjoy it. We are both emotional people, with concerns and pressure, and we weren't fully prepared. It would be wonderful if there were fewer mental constraints. Also, the fact that women can separate love and sex makes me believe, at least temporarily, that... Perhaps there are other thoughts, but my mind is a jumble. It's already 1:30 AM; I should go to sleep. The night is quiet. My dear men, are you all fast asleep? My skirt is soaked, drenching your broad chest; how much tenderness will you receive? My own memories are thus imbued with the colors of a rainbow...Because my husband was feeling down today, I wanted to cheer him up. So, on the balcony, we closed the window and started making love. Someone was singing in the building across the street, and people kept walking past outside… We lost ourselves in the moment… I gripped the railing with both hands, and he entered me from behind… He knows my habits well, so I quickly reached orgasm. Because I was standing, I didn't faint, but I ejaculated! How many times has this happened? I don't know, but whether it's a 3P or a 4P, it's all good, isn't it? Everything is great for us. I feel like this is the perfect ending to today. … In the evening, I saw WY online and greeted him politely. He asked how it went, and my husband said, "It was great." Then we politely said goodbye. My husband took me back to my dorm that night, and we were reluctant to part, feeling quite nostalgic. So, a 3P won't cast a shadow on our relationship; we love each other as much as ever. It's just a pity that this experience didn't reach the highest level of a 3P; I didn't completely let go, and I didn't fully enjoy it. We are both emotional people, with concerns and pressure, and we weren't fully prepared. It would be wonderful if there were fewer mental constraints. Also, the fact that women can separate love and sex makes me believe, at least temporarily, that... Perhaps there are other thoughts, but my mind is a jumble. It's already 1:30 AM; I should go to sleep. The night is quiet. My dear men, are you all fast asleep? My skirt is soaked, drenching your broad chest; how much tenderness will you receive? My own memories are thus imbued with the colors of a rainbow...

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