Our love

One weekend, it was my colleague's birthday, and we had a party at a karaoke bar that night. There were about thirty people, most of whom I knew, including her.

At that time, our relationship was probably that of a normal couple deeply in love. I was quite close to my colleague, so we met up early. Around 7 PM, I was at the karaoke bar; it wasn't crowded yet, and she hadn't arrived. My colleague and I were having a great time, drinking about 50-60% of our fill. We sat down to rest, and after a while—I wasn't paying attention to the time—she arrived, carrying a small yellow bag. She was with a few of the other female colleagues who had joined the department at the same time. I spotted her immediately, but didn't greet her. We had agreed to be careful in public and not be too intimate. However, I did text her, telling her not to drink and to be mindful of her phone and belongings. (WeChat had already come out, but it wasn't widely used yet, so I was still chatting via QQ.) After that, I rolled dice with some people and drank two more cups, probably getting down to about 70-80%. I turned around and saw someone talking to her. Since the environment in a KTV is notoriously dark, she probably didn't notice me observing her. (Personally, I think J is quite attractive, 168cm tall, weighing less than 110kg, and with a charming face, so she has many suitors; she's constantly receiving flowers and gifts both inside and outside the company.) I immediately got angry. Thinking, "You dare touch my woman?" I had to keep my distance, since I was surrounded by colleagues and a few close friends. I sent her a QQ message, but she didn't reply for a minute, five minutes, ten minutes. I was quite drunk at the time, so I told my friends I had an urgent matter and needed to go home. My friends didn't say anything, just told me to be careful, and walked me out of the karaoke bar. I was about to go home, but the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Fueled by the alcohol, I went to her apartment building to wait for her, figuring I'd see what time she got back and then we could have a fight. About half an hour after I got there, she came back and saw me... Downstairs at my apartment, she ran over and tried to hug me, but I ignored her and told her to open the door. Once inside, she hugged me and started French kissing me, ignoring my smell of smoke and alcohol. After a short while, she knelt down in front of me (I was leaning against the door), pulled down my pants, and started oral sex. The stimulation, the feeling of being on top of me, was unbearable. My desire vanished instantly, and I began to enjoy it. I remember that night, I felt like an emperor; she basically served me. She did all the work—woman on top, doggy style, and even after my penis was aroused, she would clean it with her mouth. From that moment on, the scales in my heart were balanced; half was my girlfriend, and the other half was J. After venting, she was still lying on my chest, holding me. I asked her, "Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you want to stay a little longer?" J replied, "I was watching you the whole time. I saw everything you did. After you left, I made up an excuse and left after about ten minutes. I wanted to call you and reply to your messages, but I was afraid you were at home with your girlfriend, so I had to come back. I didn't expect you to be here, and I didn't expect you to be jealous of me. I'm so happy." I remained silent, or rather, I didn't know how to respond. But after a while, I finally asked, "What are we? It's not worth it for you to do this." (Of course, at this point, it sounded a bit hypocritical...) She immediately retorted, "I've thought about it. How about you introduce me to your girlfriend? The three of us can live together. I'm willing, I can accept it." I was shocked, and after the shock, I was even more at a loss for what to do. I believe 99.9% of men wouldn't refuse this. I just held her tightly, without saying a word. Around 1 a.m., I got dressed and prepared to go home. Before leaving, I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Sweetie, get some rest. Love you!"

After getting home, I didn't sleep all night. Looking at my girlfriend beside me, I thought about what I had said the night before. My girlfriend at that time was a very traditional person. I was the one who took her virginity. We had been together for several years, so I knew her personality very well. She wouldn't agree to this. Or rather, even a normal person wouldn't agree. So, I was troubled for a long time...

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