That night, the shy roses quietly bloomed.

That night, the shy roses quietly bloomed!

How to say it, every time I recall that time a few months ago, my heart races, I feel excited and thrilled;
if I recall it with my wife, my heart will be even more stirred, and then, inevitably, we will have a passionate encounter
, soaring high and intoxicated!

That sunny boy, like a newly opened Coke, brought endless enthusiasm and
beautiful ...

I am a person with a bursting mind, while my wife is the opposite, a conservative woman.

It is so strange that two people with completely opposite personalities got married and got along very well. She likes
the restless part of my personality and the novelty I bring each time. Especially in bed.

That night, the shy roses quietly bloomed (1)

Let me call my wife, whom I have loved for 7 years, Bao'er as usual.

In 2004, after 3 years of living together, we ended the situation of sometimes living together and sometimes living apart, got married, held
a grand banquet, and officially moved in together, starting our sweetest and most beautiful married life to date.

Two years of marriage taught me a lesson: no matter how conservative a woman is, her heart is just as passionate and restless as
ours . Perhaps they are better able to control themselves! After marrying my darling,
she suddenly seemed like a different person. For example, even her moans during intimacy became more unrestrained than before,
which I absolutely loved. I loved the highs and lows of her moans; I felt like
a helmsman navigating the waves of the ocean, steering our ship of happiness, cutting through the wind and waves, sailing thousands of miles, the swirling sky,
the lapping of the waves, the sobbing of the surf… together we sailed towards the shores of happiness. What

I want to tell you is that although marriage may just be a shell, with this shell, we all
change a little!

My darling became more mature and unrestrained, constantly making demands, like a child who has tasted candy,
indulging in it endlessly.

I tried everything to open her heart. Even in our everyday whispered conversations, I slowly
instilled new ways of thinking in her. We discussed sex and love, the essence of men and women, and Professor
Li Yinhe shocking views… Her ideas were gradually unfolding, like a
flower bud about to bloom. I quietly waited for the blooming season.

That day, we saw Hong Huang's views and discussed how many men a woman needs in her lifetime—
three? Five? Bao'er suddenly seemed to understand, laughing and calling me a rogue. But I knew that women all wanted
a man who was "rogue" towards them; otherwise, why would she twist her body and snuggle into my
arms after scolding me? During the ensuing intimacy, I gently asked her in her ear, "If another man joined us now,
would you be happy?

" Bao'er shook her head frantically, but she was clearly aroused by my words. An climax came suddenly, uncontrollably like a
flood , her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, and she fainted!

I knew then that my bold question had struck a chord with her softest and most sensitive spot. Women, like men,
cannot resist overly tempting stimulation. How
novel ?

But this thought also ignited a fire within me. Just thinking about it made my heart race, my head spin, and my emotions
surge…

I decided to turn this grand and adventurous fantasy into reality. I wanted my darling
to experience a different kind of life and feelings with me in this process. I dared not think about it anymore; I felt like I was about to fly away.
I calmed myself down; everything is best done naturally, and you can't force it!

That day, I borrowed an adult film. After dinner, my darling took a shower, and I watched it in
the living room . I don't know if other men feel the same way, but fundamentally, women are
averse to this kind of thing. By fundamental, I mean women who haven't been assimilated or influenced by it. My darling and I had seen
a lot of , but she was very dismissive of these naked scenes of male-female intercourse, especially Western
films—no plot, no dialogue, no emotion, like animals!

Why do men linger on these, while women add spiritual and intellectual elements? I think
it's because men are more instinctive than women!

The video showed two men and a woman having sex, and Bao'er happened to come out of the bathroom
. Perhaps my words from that day were still lingering in her mind, so she glanced at it a few more times, her face even starting to
flush. I looked at her, and without missing the opportunity, I placed my hands on her breasts and lower body and began to caress them. Instantly,
wetness began to spread infinitely.

Our first time was on the living room floor, watching the video while we were having sex. I kept repeating in her
ear , "Look at that woman, how much she enjoys it. I hope you can do the same, let yourself completely release, completely satisfy
..."

In my own description, I was the first to uncontrollably ejaculate.

Bao'er was still suspended in mid-air, her eyes tightly closed, her words indistinct, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist. My
abrupt stop revealed a hint of regret in her eyes. I knew that I had watched
porn for too long, and that I had become so immersed in the situation I described that the ending was a bit rushed.

I joked, "Sigh, if only there were a successor, I wouldn't have to disappoint my Bao'er like this."

Bao'er playfully punched me in the chest. Half an hour later, I launched another grand
assault. Bao'er screamed and charged towards the peak amidst the raging storm, her moans incredibly unrestrained, passionate, and full of joy.
A few days later, in the evening, I returned home exhausted, worn out from several days of overtime. I quickly showered, ate a few
bites of food, and went to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed before I was woken up. Opening my eyes, I saw Bao'er completely naked, her mouth
on mine, sucking passionately. My sleepiness vanished, and I watched her movements with interest. She noticed I
was awake and gestured with her eyes to indicate her need. But I was too tired. I said, "Tomorrow." She wasn't happy,
but still smiled and said, "If you leave me alone like this, I'll really go find someone else."

These words ignited my desire like a spark, and I suddenly felt a surge of irresistible urges.

I looked at the naked Bao'er, her rounded buttocks high in the air, her long, flowing hair cascading between my legs.
The scene was so damn tempting, I was even complaining of being tired!

I said, "You know, you look beautiful and wanton right now, but I love it!"

Bao'er played along, saying, "You're like a lady when you go out, and a slut in bed. Didn't you teach me that?"

I said, "If a man were behind you right now, I think he'd go crazy."

Bao'er said, "Then you'd go crazy too! Who would let someone else see their wife?"

I didn't respond to her, and said, "Now imagine a man you like making love to you from behind, and you're still
sucking my penis. You wouldn't be thinking about anything else, only excitement and satisfaction, only enjoyment and indulgence..."

Bao'er gurgled in her throat: "So exciting!"

Perhaps realizing she'd let something slip, she continued, "Are you trying to kill yourself by letting someone else do it with me?!"

But I clearly saw a burning desire in her eyes...

The time might be ripe. How can I get my Bao'er to join me on this beach of happiness, picking up
the seashells that stir my heart?

That night, the shy roses quietly bloomed (2)

In the following weeks, our conversations became more in-depth and broad, from
whether the ancient matriarchal clans were based on female feelings, to exploring the enlightened and rebellious Wu Zetian and her male favorites, to the three principles of deciphering temperament proposed by
Professor , and even talking about the overnight fame of a single star on the Internet (hehe,
a typical representative of the times)...

Every discussion brought us a new understanding. We suddenly realized that the eternal and
unchanging is actually full of too many variables. It is precisely because of these unstable variables that we are excited,
passionate, and tortuous.

Bao'er, you know, I love you deeply. I know, and so do I.

If one day you give your body to another man, you must keep a place for me in your heart!

Yes. You too.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the breeze caresses people.

Bao'er and I sit on the terrace whispering. The neon lights of Xi'an City Wall flicker, and the occasional passing vehicle
breaks the silence of the night. Silent, occasionally a deep kiss. Bao'er's eyes were slightly closed; I thought she was asleep.

Are we crazy? How could we bring this up? Bao'er's breath was soft and sweet. "

I just want you to be happy!

You won't be angry?

Jealous?

" Maybe.

"Will that become a reason to break up later?"

Unless you think that way.

Maybe I'll become obsessed with everything we're assuming now.

Obsession is liking, but not love. We've been together for almost eight years (we met three years before marriage).
I'm confident I still understand you very well, even better than you understand yourself.

Another long silence followed. The moonlight shone down. I closed my eyes and imagined. I saw angels dancing in the sky.

Life continued, passionate yet mundane…

Two months later, I entered the room. Bao'er was online. I glanced at her and noticed she
had closed . Heh, what secret was she keeping? But I refrained from asking.

The summer heat made me dizzy and lost too much desire for intimacy. But that night, Bao'er took
a shower and, wearing only a thin gauze dress, snuggled up to me—that was the signal.

In the summer, we always slept naked. She said nothing, but slowly and deliberately
licked , like savoring a delicious meal. I responded slowly, kissing
lightly behind her ear (one of Bao'er's sensitive spots), on her nose, and on her chest. Our tongues intertwined, our bodies embraced, and
our hands caressed each other.

Twenty minutes later, our actions were no longer refined; they began to exude a wildness. Greedy sucking
and kneading ignited a fire of love from the depths of our hearts. The world became ethereal once more, flowers blooming everywhere, music and dance filling the air, a decadent intoxication
.

"Take me!" Bao'er's words were filled with longing, her eyes hazy like wisps of silk in the wind.

"Mmm." I got up and went to the bedside.

The light was dim, her body alluring.

My erection instantly filled her desire, her moans like a song, soft and melodious.

I intentionally dragged it out, always hoping she would reach orgasm before me (my first girlfriend
once had three orgasms, but my darling, while almost always having one, has never had
more than ; I've never understood why, perhaps it's a physiological difference).

Every five minutes or so, we changed positions. I like to create different
pleasures in different positions. I know that different positions bring different pleasures to my darling, but there are two positions that can make
her hysterical, going from soft moans to wild screams, instantly reaching the peak.

One is when I lift her legs onto my shoulders and thrust downwards forcefully in a half-squatting position. She said it was
a shattering pleasure, like a bird's nest in a storm, precarious and trembling yet filled with a shaky, almost
collapsing pleasure. I think that's
why I can penetrate her body more deeply, allowing for close contact and constantly touching her G-spot.

The other is when she's half-kneeling on the bed, and I'm half-kneeling and entering from behind, or standing under
the bed and entering from behind. At first, Bao'er wasn't used to this position, saying it was like dogs mating.

I laughed and said, "Aren't you my little bitch? A wanton little bitch at that!"

My words clearly aroused her imagination, and she quickly adapted to the position, wanting to try it every time.

She said, "It really feels good, very wild. You close your eyes, you don't
even how strong their next thrust will be, how deep they'll go, you can't control this pleasure. You
can imagine the person behind you is a man you admire, maybe you met him in the elevator that morning, maybe on
the bus ; you can also imagine the man behind you is a figment of your imagination, maybe a movie star,
a familiar friend; you can even treat this feeling as a kind of rape, and then you dance in
this imagination.

" Women are truly creatures of rich imagination. Actually, behind her was me! I think everyone
experiences pleasure when they extremely vulgarize and uglify themselves. Just like every time I breathe hot air into Bao'er's ear and say she's like a prostitute,
like a slut.

Now, in this most primal position, I was violently thrusting into Bao'er's white, round buttocks, with
our large dressing mirror in front of me. I saw her breasts swaying back and forth, her eyes slightly closed, her face filled with
an expression that was hard to describe as either excitement or pain—utterly captivating. (Actually, it's always like this; Bao'er tells me it's
pleasure! Is there pain in pleasure?)

Bao'er's cries were so intense that I could even hear the deliberate coughing of passersby downstairs;
a figure was faintly visible on the balcony of the building opposite.

I said, "Keep it down, someone's there."

Bao'er said, "I want them to hear."

I said, "Just for the ears, it's driving me crazy.

Let them see." "Fine, let them see, carry me to the terrace!"

A bold suggestion!

A fleeting thought made me impulsive.

On the terrace, Bao'er was in a frenzy, forgetting that there were peeping eyes in the adjacent building less than a few dozen meters away.
She knelt on a chair, her buttocks raised high, and I saw glistening love juice sliding down from beneath her,
soaking me.

"Male? Female? You mean that person?" Bao'er asked the peeping tom.

I said, "It must be a man, men have this fetish.

" "Ugh—" Bao'er shuddered as if electrocuted,
goosebumps , like goosebumps in the cold wind, but this was from excitement. Her lower body contracted
incredibly tightly, gripping me.

I was infected; I realized that being spied on could be just as stimulating. Like a wild beast, I gripped Bao'er's breasts and buttocks
tightly , even using seventy percent of my strength to slap her fair buttocks.
I felt a ravaging pleasure, and Bao'er enjoyed it.

We shouted loudly, pounding wildly, the clear, crackling sounds carrying through the night to the peeping tom
dozens of meters away…

Bao'er stood up, propping her fair, beautiful body half-upright on the edge of the terrace, her entire upper body exposed.

I had no intention of hiding anything; on the contrary, I longed for more people to see us, so I turned on the lights.

We were like dancers in the center of a stage, unaware of the many poachers watching us from beyond the spotlight.

In the instant the light shone, I saw a head in the distance briefly peek into the window, then
brazenly . Would he brag to his friends about what he'd seen and heard tomorrow? He definitely would!

But he didn't know how much excitement and pleasure his voyeurism gave us!

In that instant the light shone, Bao'er and I reached our peak of passion. Bao'er let out a long, almost hoarse moan,
collapsing into my arms, while my surging passion poured unreservedly into her soft, dark depths…
…

Was it good?

Yes!

Was it exciting?

Yes!

Like two wild children who had had their fill of fun, we nestled together on the bed. Bao'er traced circles on my chest with her fingers,
or gently stroked my limp penis. She buried her head in my chest, silent for a long time.

What are you thinking about?

Bao'er pondered for a moment, then said, "I met a man."

Oh?

It should be said that it's a boy, he's 5 years younger than me.

Is that so? I know.

Know what?

I know that you must have met someone online. I had a feeling when you closed the chat window because you were acting guilty
. When I said this, I still felt a little sour, but I was still able to control my emotions.

Bao'er pinched me shyly and said that he was from out of town and was studying at a university in Xi'an. He said that he had just broken up with his girlfriend.

Then let's find an opportunity to meet. As long as my Bao'er likes someone, he can't be too bad.

Then we said some unimportant jokes, and as we got sleepy, we fell asleep together. The night was like
a boundless giant net, binding our actions and thoughts.

That night, the shy rose quietly bloomed (3)

The boy Bao'er met online was called Xiao Z, and he was from Zhejiang. He was not actually handsome, but he was still quite
sunny. I think this boy won Bao'er's heart because he looks a bit like her ex-boyfriend.
Before meeting me, Bao'er had a relationship, but it ended due to distance. I
've seen his picture.

It seems Bao'er still has feelings for her first boyfriend.

I felt a little bitter.

It's been over two months, and Bao'er and Xiao Z are now inseparable online, even expressing their feelings for each other
.

Men get lustful quickly online, especially someone like Xiao Z who has just broken up; he's definitely
looking for someone to lean on.

Bao'er showed me their chat history; Xiao Z even bluntly stated how much he likes
Bao'er and wants to meet her. Haha, meet her. 90% of the time, when men ask women to meet, it's for the same reason, don't you
think?

From the chat history, I saw Bao'er, a mature woman nearing 30, seducing the naive young Z
like ; Z, on the other hand, was clever and had a sweet tongue,
calling Bao'er "good sister" repeatedly, making Bao'er's heart flutter, and showering her with compliments like honey.

I even saw a reflection of our passionate love in their sweet words.

"How is it?" Bao'er asked me.

"How is what?

" Bao'er said excitedly and mysteriously: "Z couldn't wait to see me! She even joked that
a man in his twenties is like an erupting volcano, especially in bed!

" "You want to too?" I asked her, half happy and half angry.

Bao'er tentatively asked me: "Do you think I should go?" Her eyes were full of longing.

I stood up, picked up Bao'er, and bit her earlobe, saying, "You slutty little bitch!"

Right there on the floor, her body lay sprawled, her skin rippling.

I didn't even bother with foreplay, going straight into Bao'er's trembling body. It was already awash in moisture,
like spring rain.

Tensions rose and fell, the sounds of passion and desire mingled, creating a dazzling spectacle. Pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave
…

As we walked, I breathed warmly on Bao'er's eyes, my lips wetly kissing her slightly closed eyelids, and asked, "Do you really like
Xiao Z? "

Bao'er nodded, a deep whimper like a female dog in heat coming from her throat. "

Then shall we go with him?"

Bao'er nodded, the whimper growing louder. Her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms in February. "

Then tell him he can be with us, let him lick your whole body, kiss you, and then we'll make love
together , nonstop, making you fly again and again, until you're in heaven, until you're floating on air and faint
..."

I murmured, describing the imagined threesome to Bao'er, while quickening my pace.

Bao'er was clearly intensely aroused; her muffled whimper suddenly erupted—a sharp whimper like a knife
slicing through her body, spasms, trembling hands and feet, her beautiful buttocks rising and falling irregularly.

Flash floods, volcanic eruptions, people all over the world cheer, countless arms waving in one
direction, Cupid surrounded by honey, Cupid's arrow piercing our hearts, and our souls too.

Our spirits soar, our love roams freely, our hearts are joyful.

The wind is calm, we lie side by side on the floor, like two fish stranded on a beach after the tide has receded.

Our energy is depleted, yet our minds are unusually clear.

Bao'er says, "I've flown to the sky."

I say, "We'll be even happier."

"Would you accept Xiao Z?" I ask casually, and I can tell she's already interested.

I know women say all sorts of crazy things during sex. For example, she might say she likes having sex with other
men , that she's promiscuous, or that you should try it with another woman… But afterwards, when she calms down, she'll
deny it outright. In the heat of passion, there's no restraint, only bold fantasies.

But now, Bao'er is calm. That is to say, she's talking to me about this very seriously.

Why not? But I feel he's not perfect enough: a bit short, not very handsome…

Bao'er said, "Where are there so many perfect people?"

I said, "Then it's no problem." But I didn't reveal her thoughts—Xiao Z really does resemble her first
boyfriend . "Find an opportunity to test him, see if the kid is willing, we can't corrupt children!"
I tried to keep my tone light, but my feelings were still quite complicated.

Hmm, Bao'er smiled contentedly, one hand gently stroking my lower body.

I stopped again at the sound of flowers blooming. Silky threads, tendrils.

This time, have I become Xiao Z in Bao'er's heart?

A few days later, Bao'er suddenly pulled me to the computer. The video was on, and I saw Xiao Z on the other side.
We both paused slightly.

"Hello, brother." He typed a few words.

I nodded to him, and Bao'er asked him: "My husband, is he handsome?"

Xiao Z: "Yes!"

I saw my arrival made the atmosphere a bit awkward, so I turned to Bao'er and asked, "Did you ask him?"

Bao'er nodded shyly: "I asked him half-jokingly, and he said he wanted to experience it."

(Later, I found this conversation in the chat history: Xiao Z: I had a dream where we slept together
, and I kissed your whole body, even your toes...

Bao'er (smiling face): I wouldn't dare sleep with a man I just met, I'm afraid it's not safe.

Xiao Z: I'd eat you up!

Bao'er: Even if I see you, my husband has to be with me.

Xiao Z: Huh?!! Frustrated!!!

Bao'er: You dare kiss me in front of my husband...?

Xiao Z: What's there to be afraid of? If your husband is willing, I really want to experience it.

Later, they seemed to have a more open conversation, exchanging their sexual experiences and their thoughts on threesomes in pornographic films. At Xiao Z's suggestion, they
even admired each other's bodies in a video. Xiao Z) He kept praising Bao'er's
beautiful figure, his words as sweet as honey.

It seemed this cunning little guy from the South was even trying to tempt my Bao'er to look at each other's genitals and
play video masturbation game. Obviously, Bao'er laughed and refused, saying, "Why
build up the passion and let it burst forth in an instant?"

Little Z replied, "I'm longing for that moment."

It seems that men and women online often use this kind of tentative language, half-jokingly revealing their true feelings—
clever, roundabout, yet blatantly direct. Reading this message, I kept trying to decipher their thoughts, imagining the
scene, making myself hard and swollen like an inflated tire.

In other words, Bao'er, with her captivating charm, had essentially reached a tacit
agreement . Judging from Bao'er's recent unusually excited expression, it seemed she had reached a point of uncontrollable urges.

"Good brother, will you agree?" Bao'er shook my arm, half-playful and half-coquettish.

To go or not to go? That is the question!

"Why not go? It's such an exciting experience, how could we miss it?" I said, half-jokingly.

"But how can I face two men at the same time? How embarrassing!" Bao'er's mind had already started to
act ahead of time; otherwise, she wouldn't have thought of such a specific problem.

"Then what should we do?" Indeed, the premise of this exciting scene is that you must be unrestrained, let go of
your burdens , and move forward lightly. "Let's think of another way."

Actually, this problem was also raised in Bao'er's conversation with Xiao Z. That awful Xiao Z actually suggested that
if she was afraid of being shy, it would be just the two of us meeting, and I would satisfy her—being selfish and greedy like every man,
including myself.

Three days later, I thought of a buffer solution and told Bao'er, who was also very excited. That is,
the two of us would first go and take a set of nude photos as a prelude.

The event took place over the weekend, and the whole process was unforgettable. Thankfully, the makeup artist was a woman,
which prevented me from feeling too jealous. However, getting the last dress off Bao'er and into the shooting room
took over an hour; she was as shy as a daisy curled up in a corner. Of course, the photographer was a very
handsome man, probably only 27 or 28 years old, tall, strong, and incredibly masculine. I think this photographer
made me feel more comfortable with him being part of our couple's group.

During the shoot, only the photographer, makeup artist, and I were present, and everyone's eyes were sparkling.
Nude photography wasn't a first for them, but it was still a minority. Even I, the photographer,
would have been incredibly aroused and had a nosebleed.

At first, Bao'er struggled to stretch her body, stiff as a log. This first time
must have been very difficult. Later, the photographer sent the makeup artist away, and Bao'er slowly got into
the swing of things , moving from worry, nervousness, and shyness to enjoying the scene.

The photographer, under the guise of a legitimate reason, helped us pose, taking the opportunity to touch Bao'er all over. I watched
with interest as his crotch bulged, and Bao'er gradually got into the mood under the touch of another man,
until finally, every movement carried a distinctly sexy provocation, even her lips unconsciously parting slightly…
……… (I'll write about the specific details of our nude photoshoot another day. Otherwise
, it'll become a long, tedious tale! Also, I'll post my wife's photos in a while ^-^).

With this photography experience, Bao'er seemed even more excited for her appointment with Xiao Z. She told me, "If
I could be naked in front of two men, reaching a state of complete absorption, that would be a truly indulgent pleasure. You
know , it feels like I've suddenly gained another treasure in this world!"

"I need to talk to Xiao Z. You can't be here, so let's do it tonight." I knew happiness had
made Bao'er dizzy, but I remained rational. I needed to make sure everything was organized and watertight.
After all, I'm an advertising planner, haha.

Things like safety, the itinerary, and the aftermath…

At 10 pm, Xiao Z and I met online. I got straight to the point, explaining Bao'er and my plans. I
saw the short man's mouth stretch to his ears, a smile of immense satisfaction.

I then laid out my series of demands: basically, restrictions for our privacy and safety
, and I suggested we meet in person, but if it didn't feel right, we could just remain online friends. Xiao Z readily
agreed .

Finally, I typed a line: "I have another request. Could you get a physical exam, at either the Puhui
or Kangcheng Medical Examination Center?" Although the request might have ruined the atmosphere, I wanted to consider our safety.

I know college students are generally clean, but these days they're quite promiscuous, many living together outside the home—
Xiao Z is one of them; they change boyfriends/girlfriends frequently. Who knows what might happen? As for
specifying those two centers, one is because I'm familiar with them, and the other is because I don't want him
to get inaccurate results from some small hospital. I advised couples like us
to have this step before swapping partners or engaging in threesomes, just to prevent problems.

Xiao Z paused for a moment, then, as if understanding, agreed.

October 6th, 2007, Saturday.

I will always remember this day, and so will Bao'er.

The National Day holiday wasn't over yet, and the streets were sparsely populated. Xi'an had some rare good
weather at this time of year—cool, pleasant, and clear.

All day, Bao'er was restless, constantly changing clothes and scrutinizing her reflection in the mirror
. Bao'er is a woman who doesn't wear makeup, and I like her natural, unadorned appearance. Her
excited expression reminded me of children about to welcome the New Year—lucky money, candy, new
clothes, firecrackers…

It was 7:30 pm, dusk was falling. (Why is it always at night that people's restless emotions take over?)

If you're from Xi'an and happened to be looking at the scenery from the overpass at the west gate of Northwest University, you would see
a young, sunny, short man looking around in front of the KFC under the overpass, like a trapped person eagerly
awaiting a savior but also fearing that the devil would arrive.

About five minutes later, a couple, probably around 30 years old (they actually looked younger), walked hand
in hand, also looking around hesitantly, their minds heavy. The man was wearing a beige casual jacket, and the woman
was wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt and dark blue jeans. That was me and my dear wife, Bao'er.

About 20 meters away, our eyes met Xiao Z's. Time seemed to freeze for a brief three seconds. Bao'er's
palms began to sweat, and her steps faltered slightly. I, too, had the urge to run away.

Three seconds later, the smile returned, and we started walking towards the boy.

Was he the boy who had flirted and confided in Bao'er on video?

Was he the boy we were about to experience the surprise of our first time living as a couple?

The world blurred, my thoughts blurred, even the boy's face before me blurred…

Bao'er's hand gripped my palm tighter and tighter, her breathing rapid as if she were climbing a steep
staircase.

The three of us looked at each other, more awkward than I had anticipated.

I think it was because this wasn't a meeting with an ordinary online friend; we all harbored a secret
purpose , which greatly limited our thoughts and actions. I even regretted agreeing to the
meeting.

Wouldn't it have been much better if Bao'er and Xiao Z had met alone? How could a lone man and woman in an unfamiliar environment
be so hasty?

After about ten seconds, I broke the suffocating silence: "Have you eaten?"

Xiao Z: "A little."

This kid is so uncooperative.

The quick-witted Bao'er chimed in, "There's a place called Yu Pin Xuan up ahead. I like their cakes, let's go
try ."

Anyone familiar with the area around Northwest University probably knows that place;
it's a . When the three of us sat down in the shop, the atmosphere eased slightly. Xiao Z even
proactively asked Bao'er what she wanted to eat and rushed to the cashier before me.

However, I was still very uneasy. I felt like countless eyes were watching us. Two men
with one woman—if someone with supernatural abilities could see the audacious thoughts swirling in our heads—"These
are three adulterers"—that's what anyone in the know would say about us.

In reality, no one could see into our inner world. We sat there, pretending to be respectable. Xiao Z and I
drank our beverages, watching Bao'er eat a small chocolate cake, her fingers gripping the plastic fork...
Her fingers were curled into a delicate, orchid-like shape, making her look incredibly charming!

After Bao'er finished the last piece, probably more than 20 minutes had passed. Xiao Z promptly handed her
a napkin—a very perceptive boy. Bao'er smiled contentedly and said thank you. It seems that
in my memory, people from the South are born with this kind of talent for getting along with others.

When we went out, the sky was slightly dark, and the wind was already cool.

"Let's go see a movie," I said, making my next plan.

After walking 200 meters, the three of us stopped at the Bianjia Village Workers' Cultural Palace Cinema and chose the popular Southern romance
film, "My Love."

In the screening room, I was in a dilemma. The front was the general seating area, and the back was for couples.

Bao'er said, "Let's sit in the front." We chose seats on the side towards the back in the general seating area. I let Bao'er
sit between us. I wondered, if Bao'er and Xiao Z were meeting alone, where would they sit?

Actually, I had long forgotten the movie's plot; my restless mood scared even myself.

Our eyes were glued to the screen, occasionally stealing glances at others. Bao'er and Xiao Z's faces
shifted in the screen's glow, and I looked at them like strangers. I was watching this woman I'd known for seven or eight years,
and this young man who'd barged into our lives. What were they thinking? No one knew.

Midway through, I went to the counter outside the lobby, pretending to buy drinks, but actually, I wanted to give them some space.

When I returned, they seemed the same as before, as if they'd spoken, or perhaps not.

Twenty minutes later, Bao'er grabbed my hand. I saw her other hand was in Xiao Z's.
Bao'er was nervous; her fingers trembled slightly. I squeezed her hand, encouraging her, but felt empty inside.

A few minutes later, she got used to it. But she still didn't have the courage to look Xiao Z in the eye.

More than an hour later, we came out. It was completely dark, the streetlights dim.

The three of us were silent, a distance between us.

We flagged down a car and arrived at the Hantang Holiday Hotel, which we had booked in advance. (This hotel is next to the Electronics Building on Chang'an Road; it
's relatively quiet, and the environment and price are both good. They have double and king-size beds. I highly recommend friends in Xi'an check it out.)
While getting on the elevator, the three of us fell into an awkward silence again, even pretending to watch
the numbers doors change.

The floor was quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I opened the door. I turned on the lights. Silence.

Perhaps the bright light made us even more embarrassed. Bao'er turned on the floor lamp by the window, casting
a dim light, and then turned off the main lights in the lobby. I turned on the TV; it was a drama series. The three of us
sat on the edge of the bed, stealing glances at each other. The air felt suffocating.

I felt a little deflated. Wasn't it a bit late to go to a bar and have some fun, to let the alcohol stir things up
and give everyone a boost of courage? For those of you looking to make friends, please accept this suggestion. Because of my
own experience, when I saw that person talking about how smoothly, directly, and decisively their relationship was going on,
I was the first to disbelieve it!

"Bao'er, go take a shower," I said softly.

Bao'er obediently stood up, glanced at us, grabbed her handbag, and practically fled into
the bathroom . The bag contained her nightgown, a rather revealing one, one she had
carefully chosen for herself, imagining herself wearing it in front of me and Xiao Z. We remained silent, our eyes glued to the TV.
I saw Xiao Z awkwardly touch her nose.

The annoying thing was, neither of us smoked, so we couldn't find a single topic to talk about. So we simply stopped talking.
The sound of flushing water came from the bathroom, as if Bao'er had relieved herself, followed by the sound of her showering.

We both strained our ears, glancing sideways at each other.

Bao'er kept showering; actually, she had already showered at home before coming. If nothing unexpected happened,
I think she would have kept showering; she didn't yet have the courage to leave on her own. I hesitated for a long time, held
my breath , and whispered, "You go too!" My voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Little Z still caught it, turned to look at me, understood the meaning in my eyes, grunted,
stood up, and staggered over. Little Z
took off . I don't know if he went in completely naked, but I guessed, given his personality, he
wouldn't barge in completely naked.

I heard Bao'er gasp softly from inside the bathroom, looking startled.

Then, the sound of running water drowned out everything.

What would happen to them? I suddenly felt a void, as if I had lost my own heart. Everyone is selfish
, especially men.

Although we fantasize about sharing our wives with other men, it's just a thought. To actually do it
requires so much courage. More often than not, men fantasize
about , that person being a reflection of themselves. Don't believe me? Ask yourself.

Time tormented me. My heart was filled with pain and agitation. I didn't even dare to think about what happened in the bathroom.

Kissing? Touching? Even sex? (Thankfully, I checked Xiao Z's health beforehand, otherwise I would have reminded
him to use a condom.)

Bao'er likes it without a condom; she says that's the only way she can feel the warmth and pulse, the feeling of
two people becoming one.

Bao'er likes being hugged from behind while showering, kissed on her neck, behind her ears, then her breasts,
and then down there… Does Xiao Z know all this?

Oh my god, why am I still thinking about these things? I should rush in and stop them; I should satisfy my
Bao'er myself. As for Xiao Z, he can just be a spectator… I think neither of them would object,
after all, Bao'er is mine.

But my whole body is frozen, unable to move, only my thoughts are like birds in the night sky, flitting and soaring,
extremely intense! How long has it been? 5 minutes? 10 minutes?

Has Xiao Z entered Bao'er's body yet? But amidst the rushing water, I heard Bao'er's soft,
suppressed moans, which rang like thunder in my ears.

Was it tinnitus? It seemed like there was no other sound besides the running water. It was as if Bao'er was just taking a shower
alone.

Was I dreaming?

If not, are we crazy? I really want to rush in and end this absurd game. I want to grab my
Bao'er , take her home, and let me satisfy her however many times she wants! But what would it look like if I went in now?

The man on TV, his smiling voice advertising, seemed to mock my madness. Finally, the bathroom
door opened, and the scent of shower gel wafted out, filling the room. This
short , the man named Xiao Z who resembled Bao'er's first boyfriend,
walked out of the bathroom carrying Bao'er in his arms.

Two naked bodies, under the dim light, cast alluring shadows, but
compared to Bao'er's slender and well-proportioned figure, Xiao Z was indeed a bit short. Actually, this was just a fleeting thought in my mind; my
gaze was already wounded by the shadows cast by their naked bodies, my heart was pounding, and I felt a bleeding sound—I was probably
injured!

But Bao'er, in Xiao Z's arms, had her eyes slightly closed, immersed in her own world of reverie. Like a sleeping child dreaming
sweet dreams strands of her hair, dripping with water, swayed around Xiao Z's waist, her beautiful, full breasts bouncing
like rabbits, seemingly unaware of the lewd scene she was in. But my mind was as chaotic as a pile of
weeds .

That night, the shy rose quietly bloomed! (The End)

Perhaps, a threesome is more suitable for three strangers. I was even on the verge of collapse, filled with regret. But the powerful
stimulation made me want to know what other daring things might happen.

I saw that Xiao Z's penis was limp, swaying back and forth like a sausage hanging between his legs. His was
noticeably thinner, seemingly longer, and when flaccid, the foreskin was visible, proving his limited sexual experience.

Why was it limp? Had they already...? Or was it nervous impotence...? My brain
was buzzing ! Bao'er was placed on the bed, her eyes still closed, instinctively grabbing a pillowcase and covering her waist.

Xiao Z nervously looked back at me. Her eyes were filled with indescribable ecstasy and anticipation.

I tried to hide my feelings and smiled at him. I think my smile must have been stiff and forced.

I got up and sat down in front of Bao'er, stroking her cheeks and neck with my hands, slowly sliding them towards her chest.
Bao'er's breathing was heavy, and her heart was pounding. But she refused to open her eyes.

Xiao Z squatted down and stroked Bao'er's smooth, silky legs as if caressing a precious, delicate piece of
porcelain.

He gently pressed his lips to Bao'er's lower abdomen, slowly kissing back and forth. His hands moved from her thighs, slowly
lingering on the lush, green grass. Bao'er's pubic hair shimmered under the light, and she twisted her body back and forth,
her legs unconsciously tightening, relaxing, and tightening again... Small goosebumps rose on her chest—she always did this when
stimulated —her eyes remained closed. What was she thinking? Was her mind as chaotic as mine?
Did she experience any bitterness or pain while enjoying herself?

I forced myself not to think too much; since things had come to this, everyone had to be happy. Perhaps the intense
stimulation was making Bao'er uncontrollably excited; she started pushing against my and Xiao Z's hands, but I
knew she needed even stronger stimulation, she had to overcome this uncontrollable urge. Bao'er's lower body was like overflowing spring water,
a glistening, sticky stream flowing out, leaving a puddle on the clean white sheets. Xiao Z's fingers
rubbed Bao'er's small nipples, his mouth moving to Bao'er's breasts, sucking like a nursing child. I was already aroused; I felt
swollen to the point of bursting. I

got up and took off my clothes. My heart was filled with both eagerness and fear.

Xiao Z's penis was also throbbing. This brought to mind a stimulating image; I imagined this guy going in and out of
Bao'er 's body, my heart filled with disgust and a perverse pleasure.

I went to the head of the bed and brought my penis to Bao'er's mouth. Bao'er grasped it, sucking and deep-throating. A wave of pleasure
spread from head to toe; I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Little Z looked up at me. I glanced at Bao'er's wet private parts, then at Little Z.

Bao'er was breathing heavily, her body convulsing, as if she were having a seizure. Little Z was clearly encouraged. He got up,
one leg half-kneeling on the bed, the other leg diagonally on the floor, spreading Bao'er's legs apart, one hand supporting himself, and
carefully thrusting in.

Little by little... until it was all the way in...

Bao'er whimpered loudly, her hips heaving, her body arching, her fine teeth biting half her lip,
suppressing pain and pleasure. My blood rushed to my brain. The scene before me was like a bullet piercing my soul,
body , and mind.

I watched, my mind blank.

My heart was far away, the voices of reproach were far away.

The world was on fire, the raging flames scorching our bodies and desires, impossible to extinguish.

After entering, Little Z began to thrust violently.

Bao'er screamed, her hands grabbing wildly, the white sheets, my thighs, my arms... trembling as she rushed towards orgasm
...

Little Z couldn't suppress his moans. Ejaculation.

Like a sheep with its bones removed, I lay on top of Bao'er. My whole body trembled. The scene froze, pleasure spread.
Her body relaxed. Her soul returned.

Xiao Z got up, not even daring to look me in the eye. A thick liquid slid out, staining the sheets…

Bao'er's breathing hadn't calmed, her abdomen heaving like waves.

I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and before she could prepare, I suddenly entered her!

Bao'er screamed, her just-relaxed body tightening again. My consciousness was still in a frenzy, like a mad
lion, thrusting deep, pounding!

Not long after, Bao'er climaxed.

To be honest, it was the first time I'd seen Bao'er climax twice in such a short time!

Was it too intense stimulation? Probably, because we'd had experiences longer than this before.

Bao'er finally opened her eyes, her gaze hazy, as if from another world. After this, everyone relaxed completely
; even Xiao Z, naked, filled two glasses of mineral water and brought them to Bao'er.

Afterwards, the three of them took a shower together. Under the showerhead, Xiao Z and Bao'er kissed passionately, reluctant to part.

I entered from behind, thrusting gently, like a hypnotic nocturne. Back on the bed, Xiao Z, like a master
seductress , engaged in ample foreplay with Bao'er before making love in the gentle breeze. We were like happy children,
teasing and joking with each other. I had Bao'er lie face down on the table, looking at herself in the mirror, while Xiao Z entered her from behind. She...
We had chatted on QQ, and he knew Bao'er liked this position. Late that night, I was exhausted. Little Z, like
a warhorse, galloped freely with Bao'er. I don't know how long it lasted, but I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I woke up to find Bao'er asleep beside me, and Little Z lying on his side behind me, one hand on
her breast.

I kissed her, and Bao'er, still sleepy, returned the kiss.

Little Z seemed to wake up too, groping around, and entered from behind.

Bao'er swayed and kissed me.

Little Z continued in this position, and Bao'er and he finished with shouts. None of the three seemed inclined to get up. Later,
Little Z got up and went to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, fully dressed, he appeared before our bed.

Little Z said, "I'll go now, call me later."

Bao'er didn't say anything, her eyes slightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering. I nodded to Little Z to indicate I was okay.

Little Z bent down and kissed Bao'er's hair. He turned and left.

The door closed softly. Bao'er still didn't open her eyes: "Are we over?"

I said, "How could we?"

Bao'er finally opened her eyes, "We're dreaming, aren't we?"

I said, "It might be a dream, but as long as we're happy, that's all that matters."

Bao'er: "But I feel so lost."

I said, "I'll get you back."

Bao'er wrapped her supple body around me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her fingers touching my body, her gaze tender and
clear, unforgettable to this day... So much time has passed, yet my first time remains etched in my memory.

I repeatedly questioned her about what happened in the bathroom, and Bao'er later told me that actually, Xiao Z had just entered the bathroom, and
his hand had only touched her breast before he ejaculated.

I said, "And then, for so long?"

Bao'er playfully said, "Then you can imagine." I just guessed, and Bao'er either vehemently denied it or said
it was even more exciting than that, which always managed to arouse my curiosity. Later, Bao'er and Xiao Z chatted online, but neither
of them suggested meeting up. Perhaps, they were both avoiding something. Sometimes, Bao'er gets inexplicably nervous about this
, worrying that it will affect our relationship. We always try to comfort each other, but
sometimes in the quiet of the night, we can't help feeling a little guilty and ashamed! I think, for us, it was a difficult yet
gratifying experience.

We enjoyed a night of pleasure, but our minds aren't at ease!

(The End)

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