[A Joyful Evening in America]

As soon as I stepped out of Dallas Airport, I saw Ding Jun standing at the exit, grinning, waiting for me. He greeted me with a

laugh , "You finally arrived, you fucking made me wait so long!" Knowing his temper,

I retorted, "You're shameless! You begged me to come to this lousy place, so

what if you waited a little longer?" We exchanged a smile, and he helped me with my luggage before heading out.

I asked him, "Has Linlin arrived yet?" Linlin was my high school classmate and also Ding Jun's and my college

classmate; we were very close. We'd kept in touch frequently after arriving in the US.

Ding Jun said, "She arrived earlier than you, but this time she only brought jeans. I've already asked Manyu

to go shopping with her."

I asked, "Why are you being so mysterious this time? I only brought jeans too."

Ding Jun smiled, "I guarantee you'll have a great time. You bastard, I let you guys come here, eat my food, stay in

my house, do my things, and you still have so many complaints."

I said, "No, no. What's the plan for today?"

"We'll talk about it when we get home." He opened the car door and let me in.

I didn't ask any more questions on the way, just chatted about my old classmates. We arrived at

Ding Jun's place in about an hour. As soon as we entered, he pointed to a room and said, "You'll stay here. Go wash up first, we'll have dinner at

home , then you can go out."

I said, "Then I'll let you do your best to be a good host."

I took a shower and realized I hadn't brought my underwear, so I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the living room to get a

comb from my bag. When I got to the living room, I found that Manyu and Linlin had already returned. Linlin was indeed wearing jeans and

a GAP t-shirt. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but I wondered what Ding Jun was thinking.

Manyu was bending over, picking something out of the bags she had just brought back. She was wearing a light-colored floral

dress , and as she bent over, her entire thigh was exposed, almost revealing her buttocks

. Her legs were long, strong, and beautifully shaped. But what was that glimpse peeking out from under the hem of her dress

—pubic hair ? Was she not wearing underwear?

Just as I was about to get a closer look, I heard Ding Jun say, "He's out." I turned my head and saw Linlin

walking me. She suddenly stopped, pointed at me, and laughed. I looked down following her gesture, and lo and behold, my little brother was already

standing tall with the towel erect. At this moment, Ding Jun and Manyu were also staring at me and laughing. I quickly covered my crotch with my hand,

blushing to hide it, saying, "It's only natural, there's nothing funny about it! Besides, with two beautiful women in front of me, especially Manyu,

wouldn't it seem strange if I didn't react? Ding Jun, quickly throw me that little bag."

Taking the bag Ding Jun tossed me, I hurried back to the bathroom, dressed properly, and then came out.

During dinner, they didn't tease me anymore, saving me from embarrassment. However,

when Manyu got up to serve me food, I got a good look at what was under her clothes; her areolas, barely visible, made my heart flutter. After carefully

observing her from all sides, I concluded that she wasn't even wearing a bra. So, she went out in just a

dress ? I was a little suspicious; I hadn't expected Manyu to be so open.

After dinner, Linlin and Manyu both said they wanted to take a shower and change. We chatted in the living room while waiting for them.

We talked about wanting to try bull penis at a street stall back home, but neither of us dared to order it, each pointing at

the other and cursing them for being cowards. Ding Jun seemed to remember something and said to me, "I'll treat you to a big meal another day.

I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Just as I was about to ask for details, Linlin came out. I couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. Although Linlin wasn't as tall as Manyu, she

was still about 1.65 meters tall; although she wasn't voluptuous, her proportions were excellent. She had chosen my

favorite red tight-fitting mini dress. She must have been wearing some kind of "magic bra" or something, as

her cleavage was deep, and the close-fitting material accentuated her prominent buttocks. I couldn't see any seams or hems of her underwear,

so I concluded that either she was wearing a t-back or, like Manyu, she wasn't wearing anything at all.

Then Manyu came out too. To be honest, while chatting with Ding Jun, I really didn't want Manyu to change her clothes, but

now I was relieved. Manyu had just changed into a similar short skirt, but this time it was black silk.

Manyu stepped forward and straightened Linlin's clothes, smiling as she said, "How about it? My taste is pretty good, isn't it?"

Linlin smiled, saying nothing, and even reached out to pull down her skirt. She seemed

unaccustomed to dressing like this.

Ding Jun said, "It's time to go."

Once in the car, I asked Ding Jun, "Why are we so formal today? My outfit doesn't suit these two

beautiful ladies."

Ding Jun said, "We're going to a party, I call it 'Enjoy Yourself Tonight.' It's my first time going,

but I've heard about the details from a friend. A friend even helped me get the tickets; if things go well, we can even make some money.

It's an adult show, Manyu already told Linlin about it, and I figured you wouldn't avoid adult shows, so

I didn't tell you. Just wait and see!"

I was just... Wanting to ask a few more questions, Linlin leaned close to my ear and asked, "Hey, how do I look dressed?"

I said, "You look great. You seem to have gotten even better in figure than you did in college. Did you use some kind of '

it's no big deal' trick?" (Note: Please see the later story about Linlin and me in college.)

Linlin said casually, "I thought you'd forgotten. Do I really look good dressed like this? Humph, are you still going to

say something like 'especially Maggie'?" I was taken aback, realizing that praising Maggie earlier had made

Linlin jealous.

I quickly said, "No, it's just that we're so close, of course I have to let Maggie look her best first."

After about a forty-minute drive, we arrived at some building in the city center. On the thirtieth floor, we followed

the signs and entered the venue for the party. The audience seating was semi-circular, accommodating about three hundred people, and

some people were already scattered around inside. A large area in the center of the semicircle was empty, with a table and several

sofas , presumably for the host and special guests.

We found seats and sat down. Ding Jun said to me, "You know Americans are very open and generous, they have a lot to do

. So if you're called up later, don't refuse and embarrass us."

I said, "Don't worry about that. Actually, when you think about how generous you are with foreigners, you should know..."

If I did that myself, no one would find it strange. To put it bluntly, I just need to be a little thick-skinned.

Gradually, the audience seats filled up. At eight o'clock, the lights dimmed first, then there was a burst of percussion,

followed by dry ice, and then the host walked out of the dry ice. We could only join the other audience members in shouting

.

The host waved for everyone to quiet down, then raised the microphone: "Hello everyone, I'm Mike.

I'm hosting the thirty-eighth episode of 'Enjoy Yourself Tonight.' Every time we have a fresh topic, and every

time we give away prizes. Today's theme is about couples. If you're a couple, please

raise your hand."

There were probably forty or fifty couples. Mike then gestured to his assistant to distribute some playing cards or something to the couples

.

Mike continued: "I'll be selecting five couples from among you to come up. If you don't want to come up, please

put your hands down."

I looked around, and apart from those who received cards, no one put their hands down. Ding Jun next to me still had his hand raised high, and

in the end, he received a Queen of Spades.

After the cards were dealt, Mike said, "Those who got 'q', come up."

Ding Jun seemed very excited, grinned at me, and pulled Manyu onto the stage. Four couples

came up.

Mike took out a slip of paper, opened it, and said, "Today, the Spade couple is the main event, with the other three

couples assisting. Let me explain the rules first. Our program tests the level of understanding between couples. I will ask

some questions, which the husbands will answer individually while their wives wait backstage. Then the wives will come up to answer.

If the answers are the same, Ding Jun and his wife will receive two hundred dollars per question. If they are different, not only will they

not receive the prize, but the wife will also have to remove something from her body."

Someone shouted, "What if she's naked?"

Mike grinned wickedly and pointed behind the sofa, saying, "Good question. Our two hundred dollars aren't

for nothing. If she's naked, the computer will randomly select one of them to come up and have their way with Mrs. Ding for two minutes."

I then noticed a small LCD screen behind the sofas.

As soon as the rules were explained, the audience erupted in excitement. Linlin turned and glanced at me: "Really?!"

Her face was a little red.

It was my first time on this kind of show, and I was quite surprised too, but I still said, "It's nothing,

there are plenty of shows like this in America, haven't you seen them before?"

Linlin thought for a moment: "That's true, but if you asked me, I wouldn't dare go up there. What if I lost and had to

be taken care of by someone else?" I could only say, "Remember what I told you? As long as it makes you feel good, just

think of it as going to a masseuse. It's just

a full-body ."

On stage, Mike first introduced the four couples: the Kents, the Davids, the Martins,

plus Ding Jun and Manyu. Manyu was led backstage by her assistant first, and Mike began asking questions.

"First question: What is your wife's bra size?" Mike asked.

"33C," Ding Jun answered crisply, it seemed he had secured the two hundred dollars. The audience was

buzzing with excitement .

I nudged Linlin with my elbow. "Who's older, you or her?" Linlin glared at me and said, "

About the same , why?" "Nothing, I just remember you're about 80 centimeters

tall, I don't know if you've grown in the last two years."

Mike then asked the second question: "Does your wife like to give you oral sex?"

"She... rarely gives me oral sex on her own initiative, I have to ask her. What does that mean...?

I can only say that she rarely gives me oral sex on her own initiative, but she definitely doesn't object."

Mike said, "It's okay, our questions aren't just about yes or no, right or wrong answers.

As long as it's correct. Third question, does she like anal sex?"

"No." Ding Jun answered without hesitation.

"Fourth question, how long is your penis when erect?"

"Fifteen centimeters."

"Not bad, average length. Fifth question, what's the longest you've ever had sex? Or should I

ask this: from the first time you penetrated until you ejaculated, what's the longest you can last with your wife? We

have a three-minute range for this question. If you say 30 minutes, then 27 to 33 minutes is correct."

Ding Jun thought for a moment: "I haven't actually counted, maybe twenty minutes!"

Mike said: "Thank you, Mr. Ding. Now we'd like to invite your wife out and have her sit on that sofa over there."

The audience erupted in commotion. I overheard a black guy next to me ask his friend, "Only five questions,

what's the point of taking off your clothes? I really want to see that girl get fucked." His friend pointed at him, "You're pretty stupid

.

Last time, someone didn't get a single one of the five questions right, while others got all ten right. The important thing is whether the girl

is willing or not. And I think Mrs. Ding is dressed scantily; if she gets one or two questions wrong, she'll probably be naked."

At this moment, Manyu had already gone on stage, standing in front of the microphone, her back to the sofa and screen, facing us.

The microphone had already started asking questions: "Mrs. Ding, you know the rules very well,

shall ?"

Manyu nodded.

"What's your bust size?"

"34B." After Manyu answered, the whole room erupted in cheers, followed by a chorus of "Take it off! Take it off!"

Mike smiled at Manyu and said, "Mr. Ding said your bust size is 33C." Ding Jun also

chimed in, asking Manyu, "Last time I asked you, you told me it was 33C, and I even bought you a CK bra,

which is a 33C. How did it become 34B?

" Manyu said, "When did you ask me? I exercise every day, it's normal for my breasts to get bigger. How annoying,

I made a mistake."

Mike said, "Mrs. Ding, according to the rules, you need to take something off. Please take it off!"

I saw Manyu hesitate, glancing back at Ding Jun, who just shrugged and said nothing.

Linlin said from the side, "Americans are so boring, doing all this stuff and making a fuss." I said, "'When you're well-fed

and warm, you think of lust' is absolutely true. Foreigners are just bored, doing things that we would do in China..."

"I've never seen anything like it, not even imagined it. It's good to broaden my horizons." I jokingly stared at Linlin and said,

"If you were up there, I'd join in the cheering too. Because I haven't seen you naked in ages."

Linlin lightly slapped me across the face: "Go back to your dreams!"

Suddenly, there was another uproar from the audience. I quickly looked at Manyu. To be honest, if I wasn't afraid of making Linlin

jealous, I would definitely be the one yelling "Take it off!" Then I heard Mike say, "The rule is that you have to take off certain things. You

only took off your shoes, so it's not against the rules. Hey... we'll just have to continue."

Linlin said, "I have my reasons. Sorry, please continue." I felt a wave of disappointment.

I didn't expect Manyu to pull this stunt. I saw a group of disappointed faces around me.

"Okay, second question, do you enjoy giving your husband oral sex?"

"I rarely initiate it, not because I don't like it, but because he's always in a hurry. Before I can even make

a move, he's already asking for it. I guess I'd say I like it."

"Let's assume you're right. Mr. Ding, remember, your wife enjoys giving you oral sex." Mike thought

for a moment , looked at Ding Jun, and then asked, "Third question, do you like anal sex?"

Manyu thought for a moment, "My husband has tried to penetrate me from behind a couple of times, but I felt it was very painful

and uncomfortable, so I said 'no'."

As soon as the answer came out, the audience erupted in chatter again. Someone shouted, "The question is too easy!"

Mike replied helplessly, "I didn't come up with the question. Besides, this is only the first

part of our show, so please don't rush." He then asked Manyu, "We're on the fourth question:

How long is your husband's penis when erect?"

I saw Manyu getting a little anxious. She said, "I usually just hold it, bite it, and lick it. If I

hold it, I know roughly how long it is." Manyu even used her hands together to show her length as she spoke.

She continued, "If I bite it, I also know roughly where the base is. I don't think this

question has anything to do with whether I know him or not, because I do know how long he is, but I've never asked for

the actual size."

Mike said, "Mrs. Ding, you know the rules of the game. We've already said that if you don't want to, don't

raise your hand. And our second part is even more exciting. It's difficult for us to do it if you're like this."

Then I saw Manyu whisper something in Mike's ear. Mike thought for a moment, nodded, called over an assistant,

gave her a few instructions, and the assistant left the stage.

"Friends, please don't be disappointed. Mrs. Ding said she knows what she's doing and will absolutely

follow the rules, but it's her first time here, so she's a little nervous. She hopes you can give her a chance to get used to it."

Mike was speaking animatedly. "Mrs. Ding also suggested a method to measure Mr. Ding

's length, which could also be a chance for her to relax. I think it's acceptable."

At this moment, his assistant brought up a box, opened it, and placed it on the table. I couldn't see it clearly at first, but thankfully

Mike immediately introduced it: "There are about twenty different kinds of dildos here. Mrs. Ding will choose one

that's similar to Mr. Ding's and 'publicly' put it in her mouth, pointing to a mark. Then we'll measure it with a ruler. If she's right,

we'll move on to the next question. If Mrs. Ding answers incorrectly, she'll immediately take off a piece of clothing." He then turned to

Manyu and said, "Mrs. Ding, don't take off your ear to fool us this time."

Manyu smiled, nodded, and walked to the box to start choosing a dildo.

Linlin nudged me again: "These foreigners are really something, and Manyu is no simpleton either. I just don't understand why

Manyu could have just guessed a number randomly, why did she have to perform in public? Ding Jun doesn't seem to care at all."

I said, "Manyu probably thinks that showing off a dildo in public is better than being naked."

"Naked? There's only one question left, it's not difficult, how could she be naked?"

I glared at Linlin: "Are you really not understanding or just pretending? I think Manyu really

went on stage . One wrong move and she'd be naked. Besides, she doesn't even know what the next question is, how can she guarantee she'll get it right?"

Now it was Linlin's turn to glare at me: "Who stares at women all day like you?" Then she noticed my gaze

lingering on her chest, blushed, and said, "What are you looking at? I'm wearing underwear."

"I only look at you because you're pretty, besides, if I don't look at women, am I supposed to look at men?" I retorted.

On stage, Maggie finally spoke: "I choose this one."

She picked a milky-white plastic dildo, about twenty centimeters long, with a wavy exterior.

Maggie held up the plastic contraption, gesturing to the audience from left to right, then brought

the glans to her mouth and licked the egg-sized object. Her tongue sometimes teased the area

below the glans (supposedly the most sensitive part for men), and sometimes she placed the dildo horizontally in her mouth, rubbing

the entire glans with her tongue.

Watching this, I felt waves of heat rising in my groin; my erection had already pushed against my pants. Linlin

made a soft "Huh?" and then said to me, "Why is she like this?" I asked, "What's wrong?" Linlin said,

"Doesn't she feel uncomfortable doing this in front of so many people?" I countered, "If it were anyone else,

watching this party would be like watching a pornographic video. Would you care who the male and

female leads are or what they look like? It's just that you know Manyu. But if she doesn't care,

why do you?"

Linlin said, "Anyway, I don't think it's right."

At this moment, Manyu had already put the dildo in her mouth, her lips tightly covering the plastic object,

moving her head back and forth, rubbing the fake thing, and occasionally taking it out to lick it.

Linlin nudged me again and said, "Manyu seems to know more than just a length. She's putting on

a show !" I smiled and said, "Don't you enjoy watching? I bet you're wet."

Linlin blushed and said, "I'm sure you reacted too." I said, "Of course.

It would be strange if I didn't react to such a sexy performance."

On stage, Manyu pulled out the wet dildo, pinched a spot, and said to Mike, "Probably here."

Mike took the dildo and handed it to his assistant. A moment later, the assistant announced, "15.2 centimeters."

The audience shouted, "Wrong!" Mike helplessly announced that the 0.2-centimeter difference was within the acceptable range

.

Mike said to Manyu, "Mrs. Ding, you've disappointed our audience again. But we'll

proceed to the fifth question, the last one of the first stage." Manyu nodded. Mike asked, "

When you have sex, what's the longest it's taken from when your husband penetrates you until he ejaculates for the first time?"

Manyu thought for a moment, "About an hour."

The audience cheered. This was far from Ding Jun's answer; Manyu definitely had to take off a piece of clothing. Linlin

asked me curiously, "How could this be wrong?" I asked, "Do you remember how long we did it?" Linlin

seemed a little awkward, but still said, "About an hour. I don't remember very clearly." I said, "I

've forgotten too, mainly because I haven't seriously calculated it. So this question isn't easy to answer."

Mike also got excited and said to Manyu, "Mrs. Ding, this time your answer is so different from your husband's;

you have to take off a piece of clothing." Then he said to the audience, "Everyone, give us

a and cheers.

Manyu glanced back at Ding Jun, and I saw him nod. I was secretly delighted. If I wasn't

mistaken , Manyu would be completely naked the moment she took off one of her clothes.

Manyu gently unbuttoned a button, exuding an irresistible charm. I was filled with anticipation.

Manyu unbuttoned another button, then twisted her shoulder, revealing her entire left shoulder. Then, while twisting

her waist , she casually unbuttoned the last button on her chest. With a twist of her right shoulder, her entire right shoulder was exposed. She placed her hands

on her chest to prevent the dress from slipping down. She began to move her whole body rhythmically, her hands slowly

moving down, first revealing her cleavage and two semi-circular breasts. I had expected the audience to cheer,

but I found them all intently staring at Manyu. These viewers, probably used to seeing American women undress,

were still deeply attracted to Manyu.

I thought to myself, "No, no," hoping I was right. Sure enough, I saw dark brown

areolas, and then, following Manyu's sway, two hard, grape-like nipples popped out from under her dress.

I felt a surge of joy, and the other spectators were just as excited, rhythmically chanting, "Oh, oh, oh,

oh!"

I took a moment to ask Linlin, "Do you know how to take off your clothes like that?" Linlin quickly shook her head, "I don't know how.

And my figure isn't as good as Manyu's." I quickly said, "You have a great figure! Taking off your clothes like that

can really drive men crazy. Why don't you take this opportunity to ask Manyu to teach you?" Linlin asked, "Will it really

work?"

I said, "Are you just staring at Manyu? Look around." Apparently, many men around

couldn't help but masturbate through their pants, and some women had their hands inside their underwear (if they were wearing underwear).

At this moment, Manyu's dress had fallen to her waist, and I stared intently at that inverted triangle area. Manyu twisted left and right

, her dress sliding over her pelvis, revealing a few tufts of dark hair. The foreigners seemed even more frenzied, probably because

they hadn't expected a woman who had just been making excuses not to take off her clothes to actually be without underwear. Their

initial anticipation of seeing Manyu's naked body was dampened, but then they were aroused by Manyu's advances. I suddenly realized that Ding Jun and his wife

had probably applied the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" technique to their lives.

Manyu no longer hesitated, her hands loosened, and her dress fell to the ground, revealing her perfect naked body to the audience.

Her bowl-shaped breasts were full and firm, her slender waist had not an ounce of excess fat, and

the smooth accentuated her perfect lines. Her pubic hair had also been carefully trimmed, leaving only a thin, inverted triangle.

Linlin said to me, "Can you close your mouth?" I grinned foolishly and closed my mouth, realizing that

many people couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Mike was also overjoyed and said to Manyu, "Mrs. Ding, you've truly delighted us!"

Then he turned to the audience and said, "Everyone, take a break. We'll move on to the next part in five minutes."

Manyu then walked naked and sat down next to Ding Jun. I suddenly remembered Ding Jun and felt a little ashamed,

but "prioritizing a woman over a friend" is human nature, so I felt much better. I saw Ding Jun raise his

eyebrows at me, seemingly asking what I thought. I gave him a thumbs up.

Five minutes passed quickly, and Mike picked up the microphone and said to everyone, "Now we'll move on to the second part.

Mr. and Mrs. Ding have already received six hundred dollars, but in the second part, we have three questions.

If you answer one correctly, you'll receive a thousand dollars. Let's begin." After he finished speaking, his assistant pushed a bed onto

the stage.

There were two armrests on one side of the bed, I didn't know what they were for. Mike said, "Please come over, gentlemen

."

He was referring to Kent, David, Martin, and Ding Jun, who had received "q". They stood up and walked

over to .

Mike said, "Now we're going to test Mrs. Ding's oral skills. But it's her lower mouth. The four of you will take turns

having sex with Mrs. Ding for two minutes each, and Mrs. Ding will decide which one is Mr. Ding based on each person's performance. Of course,

if Mrs. Ding can identify Mr. Ding first, the rest of you don't need to try. Now, please get ready,

and Mrs. Ding, please go backstage to get ready." The four men got ready, and Manyu was also taken backstage by Mike's assistant.

Linlin and I were both a little surprised. Although we knew this show was an adult program, we didn't expect

there to be something like this, like a partner swapping. My hand unconsciously went to Linlin's leg, and she

let down the slight barrier she felt after our separation, constantly touching my hand.

David was the first to take off his pants, his penis already erect. He struck a muscular pose,

winning cheers from many women but booing from the men. Kent's was about twenty centimeters long, thick and

long.

But he had to stroke it a few times before it got erect. Martin looked very muscular, but surprisingly, his

manhood was still limp after all that effort. At his signal, Mrs. Martin knelt before him and performed oral sex.

Ding Jun was the slowest to undress; he didn't seem quite used to being naked in public.

Mike 's assistant even used several pieces of cloth to cover the mouths of the four men, lest they make noises that would affect the outcome.

Manyu was brought out completely naked, her eyes blindfolded. The assistant led her to

the bed, making her lie down with her genitals facing the armrests. Two assistants helped lift Manyu's thighs, and Mike...

He then took a bottle of something, poured it into his hand, and walked in front of Manyu. However, after glancing at Manyu's genitals, he

grinned and told everyone, "I didn't expect Mrs. Ding to be so wet already; we don't need lubricant. We can

begin, but I must remind everyone again, no masturbation here. Anyone who violates the rules will be kicked out

."

He pointed at David, who nodded and eagerly thrust his penis into Manyu. I then

realized that the handrail was designed to allow men to exert more force. David was penetrating, Manyu was moaning, and Mike's

assistant was filming with a camera; a close-up of their genitals appeared on the huge screen. I could

clearly see Manyu's genitals were wet, and David was moving in and out smoothly. I glanced at

the men on stage. Kent was fully erect, embracing his wife and staring intently at the big screen.

Mrs. had stood up, using her hands to keep Martin's erection going. I couldn't discern anything from Ding Jun's face;

he didn't seem excited, nor did he seem exhausted. Looking around, most people were just staring blankly.

Suddenly, Mike shouted, "Time's up!" A collective sigh escaped from the seats.

Mike asked Manyu, "Mrs. Ding, are you sure this isn't Mr. Ding?" Manyu shook her head.

Mike said, "The second one." He pointed to Kent, who excitedly stepped forward, thrusting his hips and penetrating

her.

Manyu's loud moans blared from the speakers next to the screen.

I turned to Linlin and asked, "Are you still moaning like that?" She punched me again

, remaining silent.

Two minutes passed quickly. This time, before Mike could ask, Manyu said, "He's not my husband. His is

bigger than my husband's." That was true.

Next up was Martin. Linlin smiled and asked me, "You won't end up like him, will you?" I looked and

couldn't help but laugh too. I don't know what happened, but as soon as he stopped being stimulated, he went limp. It was only

a few steps, but he stood in front of the bed, still holding his glans, searching for stimulation around Manyu's vulva

to get an erection quickly.

Before Martin could even penetrate, Manyu spoke up: "I'm sorry, sir, you are definitely not my

husband. If it were him, he wouldn't still be not fully erect by now."

Martin blushed, not knowing what to say. Mike said, "Since Mrs. Ding is certain you're not,

we'll just have to continue." Martin stepped aside amidst a chorus of regret.

The only one left was Ding Jun. He walked up to Manyu, straightened his penis, and began thrusting

. I could tell he was using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, knowing Manyu would understand. I said to Linlin,

"He's using ancient Chinese bedroom techniques, isn't that cheating?" Linlin glared at me, "

What else do you know besides that?" I whispered in her ear, "You'll find out tonight." Linlin said,

"Don't be ridiculous!"

But I knew I had a chance.

Sure enough, Manyu said, "Most foreigners only know how to change positions and just thrust wildly, but they don't know there's

actually technique involved. My husband's technique is very good, so this one will definitely be him."

That's how I got a thousand dollars, so easy. I said to Linlin, "Next time, we'll practice

until we're more skilled and then participate."

Linlin replied irritably, "I'm not open enough to let so many people see me. You do it yourself!"

Mike removed the cloth covering Linlin, helped her off the bed, and then said to everyone, "Mr. and Mrs. Ding have successfully

received $1,600. Let's take a break, and then we'll move on to the last part of today's activities."

During this break, I asked Linlin, "What do you think of Ding Jun and Manyu now? Do you think there's something wrong

with them ?" Linlin sighed and said, "Originally, these things were considered lewd and decadent. But

after living in America for a long time, I've become influenced by them. Sex is just a way for friends to connect.

As long as everyone has fun, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Do you think so too?" I vaguely remembered that this was the viewpoint I told Linlin when we were in college.

"Of course. But while I can understand it, I couldn't actually do what Manyu did, sleeping with several men

at the same time and performing for so many people. But..." Linlin looked at me, "It's

really arousing."

I reached under her skirt and, sure enough, it was already soaked. I asked Linlin, "Can we review

our university lessons tonight?"

She smiled slightly, "That depends on your performance."

I placed her hand on my already erect crotch and said, "How was your performance?"

"We'll see." Her face was a little red, which made me feel intoxicated.

Mike resumed his hosting: "Now for our final segment tonight,

similar , except this time Mr. Ding will be having sex with these four ladies. Two minutes for each of them, and whoever can identify which one

is Mrs. Ding will receive a thousand-dollar prize." He glanced at Ding Jun, who was still erect, and said to his assistant

, "Alright, blindfold Mr. Ding and put earplugs in him. Although these earplugs are very useful, please

try not to make a sound, ladies."

He watched as Ding Jun prepared, then pointed to Mrs. Martin. Mrs. Martin smiled as she walked and undressed, first removing her upper body, her

full breasts drawing cheers. Then she took off her jeans, leaving only her underwear. She sat on the bed,

facing the audience, legs together, then crossed her legs, and casually removed her only underwear. Then she spread her legs,

displaying her bright red genitals before our eyes. Our cheers grew even louder.

Satisfied with the audience's applause, she turned around,

rested and waited for Ding Jun.

Mike's assistant led Ding Jun to the bedside, had him hold onto the armrests for leverage, and then lifted his

penis to Mrs. Martin's entrance. Ding Jun twisted his waist, found the right spot, and inserted it.

The large screen still focused on close-ups of the two women's genitals; Mrs. Martin's labia were a dark color, and her

vagina quite wide. Foreign women her age, which one wasn't experienced? What surprised me was

how easily Ding Jun could penetrate. Normally, a woman like that wouldn't get lubricated without some teasing.

Mike, as if specifically there to solve my problem, told the remaining three ladies: "Everyone, get ready..."

"Prepare this. It was my oversight. If you need lubricant, there's some in the light green bottle on the table. If you don't need

lubricant, please lubricate it yourself first."

Manyu probably didn't need it; she just stood there quietly. David and Kent's wives didn't get any

lubricant . Mrs. David massaged her genitals through her skirt, while Mrs. Kent simply took off her pants, made Kent

kneel in front of her, and put one leg over Kent's shoulder. Kent, of course, understood his wife's intention and

stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Two minutes was only enough for warm-up. I watched as Ding Jun was unwillingly stopped from continuing thrusting by Mike's assistant, and Mrs.

Martin was also unwilling to let her newly ignited desire be extinguished, but she had no choice but to get up.

Next was Manyu. She walked naked to the front of the stage with the gait of a model, then turned around, facing

away from everyone, and slowly bent over. The entire audience was silent; Manyu's delicate vulva, sandwiched between her legs, was

the focus of everyone's attention. Under the light, her vulva, glistening with love juice, was dazzlingly bright.

Before we'd had our fill of looking, she had already straightened up and gone to the bed.

Ding Jun proceeded methodically, penetrating her with gusto. Mrs. Martin, meanwhile, hadn't put on any clothes either, instead

bending to play "paparazzi" with Martin. David wasn't idle either; one hand was around his

wife's breasts from behind, while the other reached under her buttocks—I couldn't see what he was doing.

Mrs. probably unable to support herself on one leg, was now lying on the floor receiving oral sex from Kent.

Before I could shift my attention back to Ding Jun, it was time for Mrs. Kent to take her turn.

She didn't make any unnecessary movements, simply getting onto the bed, spreading her legs, and presenting her vulva, a mixture of love juice and saliva,

to Ding Jun.

My attention was no longer on that bed, but on the other six men and women. Martin was now lying on

the floor, while Mrs. Martin was rubbing her breasts, seemingly "sitting on a stick watching the ball." Mrs. David was already naked and

lying on the ground playing "69" with David. The most pitiful one was Kent, his half-erect penis dangling

as he stared Manyu, as if asking, "Can we do this?" Manyu ignored him, leaving him

standing there awkwardly, so pitiful.

Finally, it was Mrs. David's turn. I only saw Mrs. Kent go up, and Kent immediately demanded she kneel down and

perform oral sex on him. Martin and the others continued, but David didn't make any demands on Manyu like Kent did; he just

comforted himself with his own penis.

On stage, there were four naked couples, only Manyu was idle; the others were busy with their own

"sexual" interests.

Soon, two minutes were up, and Mike's assistant helped Ding Jun remove the blindfold and earplugs.

Ding Jun, still with his erect penis, turned to look at his wife, then said to Mike, "I

think my wife is the second one. First of all, we've been together for a while, so there's definitely some feeling. Besides,

hers is the tightest."

Mike wasn't surprised, but simply congratulated him on getting another thousand dollars. Then he wrote a check for

Ding Jun. I couldn't help but sigh again, "Having fun and making money at the same time, how wonderful!" Linlin glared at me

but didn't say anything.

Mike said to everyone, "Thank you all for participating. The official program ends here, but you

can stay and continue watching." He turned his head and saw that Ding Jun and Manyu were already dressed, and the Davids were also

preparing to leave, leaving the Martins and Kents still entangled there. "Looks like there's still something for everyone to see

. Our camera will continue to serve you. Thank you again for coming." After saying that, Mike

left .

Ding Jun and Manyu also returned to sit down next to me. Manyu seemed a little embarrassed. Ding Jun asked us, "Hey,

you guys don't have any bad reactions, right? You don't think we're weirdos, do you?" I said, "No, Linlin

doesn't think anything of it either, she just said she's too scared to do it." Linlin nodded. Manyu said, "Everything is difficult at first.

When you go to a nude beach or participate in some activities that require nudity, you'll see everyone is so

natural , and you'll feel it's nothing."

I glanced at the stage; Martin was already in his final sprint, and Kent was practicing "cart riding."

Sure enough, after a short while, Martin pulled out and ejaculated on his wife's face. Martin's wife grabbed Martin

's penis and shoved it into her mouth, licking it greedily. Everyone says that women with semen on their faces are very sexy,

and probably under this stimulation, Kent didn't last long before ejaculating.

Looking around, there weren't many people left; they had probably all gone to find a place to take care of their own needs. Ding Jun said

, "Let's go!"

On the way out, I asked, "Does this show really pay out like this? Isn't that too easy?

Everyone can treat it like a small lottery ticket. If you win, you get money; if you don't, you still get to watch.

" Ding Jun told me, "This show will be recorded and then sold to some TV stations, or made into

a video for distribution."

I was surprised and said, "While I can understand and accept what you're doing, aren't you afraid of being seen by

others ?

Especially in the Chinese community." Ding Jun said, "We've considered that, but foreigners take

these things . If you don't want it, your face will be blurred when it's released. So there's no need to worry. I

have friends here who have already made arrangements. If you're selected today, staff will come and ask you." "

I shook my head: 'It hasn't been long since we last met, and you're even more outgoing than me.'

Ding Jun said, 'Our change happened during a photography class, which I've already included in your

schedule . The day after tomorrow we're going to a course on SM, but I'll take you to the place where I teach photography first

.

I know the teacher there well; you can attend a free class, and you'll probably understand why we've changed

.'

'You guys are really something, interested in SM,' I said.

Ding Jun told me, 'Next Sunday is a big event for SM enthusiasts, the annual Fur Festival on

Fasson Street in San Francisco, and the SM event is a side event. We don't like SM, we just want to learn

more about it.'

On the way back, I kept thinking about whether I could get closer to Manyu. Although it's 'a friend's wife, not...'"

"You can bully her," but "once or twice is fine." And Manyu was so open about it. But I never dared to say

that "joke." Manyu and strangers, after all, wouldn't know each other anymore afterward, but I was

their friend, someone I'd see every day. Besides, Linlin was there; I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

After we got home, everyone went to bed. I don't remember the specifics clearly, only that when I woke up the next day, Linlin

was lying obediently beside me.

[The End]

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