Our beautiful memories

Our Beautiful Memories
It was the autumn of 1992. A friend's brother's restaurant opened, and we went to celebrate. There,
I met a woman I'll never forget—Z. She was two years older than me, a cheerful, lively, voluptuous
, sexy, and maturely alluring woman. She wore a tight-fitting fishtail dress that accentuated her alluring curves, and her round,
plump hips attracted countless men's attention. The moment I saw her, I was breathless: wasn't this
the woman of my dreams? A woman I had dreamed of countless times. This must be what people call love at first sight
!
I was captivated by her sexiness—because my marriage was experiencing the seven-year itch. I began my
second love affair (an extramarital affair), and I was completely mesmerized by her; a day apart felt like three autumns. Our first
time was on the very first night we met: she ran a hair salon next to the restaurant, and I went there to
get my hair done after work. Naturally, I drove her home (she seemed to like me). When we got home, she suggested
we sit inside, and I didn't refuse. Her husband was working the night shift, and her child was at her maternal grandparents' house; she was all alone. I
understood what she meant—I could sense it from the way she looked at me. I took the initiative to hug her, and she half-heartedly resisted
. I could feel her heavy, rapid breathing and her pounding heartbeat… Everything happened naturally, and I quickly
ejaculated, which wasn't my usual style—perhaps it was my first time, or maybe I was nervous, or perhaps there were other reasons.
Seeing her lingering expression, I felt guilty. We hugged for a long time, unwilling to leave, and finally arranged another
date.
Because it wasn't convenient at home, we met at her shop. I made an excuse to go out driving, and she made an excuse to work,
closing the shop early. That night, we were incredibly intimate, trying various positions, and didn't sleep a wink. She used
all her skills, displaying all her seductive and wanton side, revealing all her sexual knowledge. I wasn't going to back down either,
never giving in first. In the end, we were both completely wet.
From then on, we became even more inseparable. I called her "sister," and she called me "brother." Her husband was very supportive of our
relationship; I don't know if he knew.
We were together for less than a year when something unexpected happened…
Since becoming involved with Z, my soul seemed to be with her. Every day before and after my shift, I would go to
see her, and if convenient, we would make love.
Our lovemaking left traces everywhere in her house—bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom… My wife and I continued as before; her mind was entirely
on the children, and she had no time for me. Our indifferent life continued… But
things took an unexpected turn. Every night I would go to Z's house.
Sometimes Z's husband, L (for short), was home, and we would chat and joke around. If it was mealtime, we would eat and drink together
. L was two years older than me, thin and handsome, with a mustache. He was warm and never treated me like an outsider; it was
like family. They were a very loving couple, which was evident in how they did housework; L was exceptionally diligent and efficient.
Sometimes when L worked the night shift, he would say to me before leaving, (calling me by my first name) "You sit here, I'm going to work."
At first, I felt very awkward and quickly said, "I'm leaving too." L would stop me, saying, "You sit here." He was very natural
; from his eyes and behavior, you couldn't tell he knew about my relationship with Z. I had secretly rejoiced
. After L left, it was paradise for Z and me. We indulged in the pleasure we brought each other, enjoying our
lovemaking to the fullest, sometimes all night long, experiencing unparalleled sexual bliss.
One night, my wife and I had a disagreement, and I stormed out of the house. The sky was dark and gloomy, and
walking alone on the empty street, I felt somewhat lost. I went into a grocery store, bought some snacks and wine, intending
to go home and drink to my heart's content. Suddenly, thunder and lightning struck, and a torrential downpour began. After a long time, the rain stopped,
and I hurried home. Reaching the alley entrance, I stopped, my eyes filled with a vast expanse of water; I couldn't go home. Fate! I wandered
over to Z's house, and as soon as I entered, the rain started again.
Z, L, and the child were home, eating. I joined them for drinks without ceremony.
During the meal, I talked about arguing with my wife, and they both advised me not to argue with her over trivial matters
, as it would damage our relationship. After we finished eating and drinking, the rain still hadn't stopped. Seeing my flushed face (my
face turns red easily after drinking, even after just one bottle of beer), and worried about arguing with my wife if I went home, Z suggested I stay
and sleep there. L echoed this, and I went along with it. It was truly a case of "if you want to stay, even fate will!"
Z arranged for L and me to stay in their bedroom, the child to stay in their own bedroom across from the living room (already asleep), and Z
to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, lying on my familiar bed,
I couldn't fall asleep at all. A while later, I heard L's soft snoring. After some time, perhaps because the beer
made me urinate, I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I found myself inexplicably in the living room.
The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and the bright moonlight illuminated the living room. Z was lying on the sofa wearing only briefs and no bra
; the blanket had slipped to the floor. Looking at my familiar body, my penis instinctively hardened.
I leaned down and kissed Z's lips, my left hand caressing her full breasts, her grape-like nipples, her smooth abdomen, her fertile
, thick pubic hair, and her sexy, plump buttocks. Whether Z was asleep or awake, the moment I touched her, she
grabbed me tightly, kissed me fiercely, grasped my penis, and demanded that I make love to her on the sofa immediately
. In an instant, I woke up. I wasn't used to making love to her when someone else was home. I shook my head and said no,
pointing to the bedroom (meaning L was there). Whether Z misunderstood or Z and L had a pre-existing understanding, Z
got up and pulled me into the bedroom. I stood there, completely flustered, my mind blank, my heart seemingly stopped
. Z woke L and whispered in her ear… After a while, Z told me to get into bed. I was at a loss
, extremely embarrassed. Then L sat up and said (calling my name), “Get into bed, hurry up.” I woke up abruptly,
climbed into bed tremblingly, and lay down next to Z, with L on the other side.
My heart began to pound rapidly. Z hugged us both with both arms and said sweetly, “
I have a husband who loves me, and a best friend (lover) who likes me. I am the happiest woman in the world.”
My sexual desire was awakened by Z. I don't know where the courage came from, but I touched Z with my hand, signaling
her to hurry up and get to the point. Z pinched me lightly; I understood she was trying to keep me from rushing. The room was dark
, but brightly lit by moonlight. We couldn't see each other's eyes, but everything else was clear. I
turned to the side, caressing her breasts with my right hand, looking up at Z and L. Her right hand was holding my penis
, while her left hand was constantly stroking L's penis. L's was thick but soft; mine was already rock hard. I understood
. I removed her right hand, letting her focus entirely on L. My hands weren't idle;
they were touching her breasts, nipples, and large buttocks from behind, several fingers taking turns stirring and thrusting inside her.
So much fluid! My hands were wet. Z moaned…
Perhaps it was the stimulation from Z and me, but I saw L's penis react, becoming erect and even thicker. L laid
Z flat on the bed and straddled her. Thanks to my foreplay, penetration was smooth. L began to thrust
, watching her slender buttocks move up and down, Z's labia fluttering with each movement. I stroked Z and kissed her. L lifted Z
's legs onto his shoulders, and Z jokingly said, "Old man pushing a cart." L lay on his side behind Z and
continued. Z then said, "Hitting a cow across the mountain." L made Z kneel on the bed and penetrate from behind. The interesting knowledge of the girl Xuanxiu and Z
truly broadened my horizons. Suddenly, it stopped. I asked why. Z said he didn't like being wet. Sure enough, L used
a towel to wipe them both clean and continued... Z said he was almost there, but before he finished speaking, L hugged Z tightly and trembled
...
The first round ended. Z wiped himself again with a towel. The second round began. I mounted him, full of energy
. Looking at L lying beside me, panting, I became more and more vigorous, repeating their previous actions countless
times… Z moaned lasciviously, his body trembling, the sheets beneath him soaked. Z reached several
orgasms. We were both dripping wet again. At some point, L lay on our exposed genitals
, looking down and pushing my buttocks, saying, “So powerful.” He then stroked our genitals with his other hand. Suddenly, a wave of
pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but ejaculate. After resting for a while, Z and L did it again, and Z and I
did it twice more…
The next day, I didn't drive and slept at Z's house all morning.
Ever since our threesome, Z had been eyeing my wife, but I was completely unaware.
Z met my wife through me. They often went shopping and went on outings together. Z also introduced my wife to a
boyfriend. After that, things spiraled out of control, and my wife underwent a dramatic change. The seven-year itch disappeared; she
was always radiant and glowing, as if she had returned to the feeling of first love. Finally, one day, she came home
very late and couldn't explain herself (I had blocked all her paths). We lay in bed, and she
told me everything that had happened since she met Z, without reservation: it turned out that Z had arranged everything
. Z introduced H to my wife while playing mahjong, and H joined them on every subsequent outing. Each time,
Z arranged for my wife and H to be alone together, in the middle of nowhere, a single man and a lonely woman. But their first time
happened in a rented apartment in the city. My wife said that every time it came to the crucial moment, she would think of me and try her best to control
her desire. Every time, H was burning with lust. Finally, Z and H set up a trap, and the wife fell
into it.
One day, H called to arrange a meeting with the wife, but she declined, saying she didn't have time. Z took the phone and said she was also there. The wife
went to the meeting place, but when she arrived at the room, only H was there. The wife asked, "Where's Z?" H said he would be back soon
. The wife tried to leave but found the door locked, and it could only be opened from the inside with a key. The wife had no choice but to sit back on the bed (
there was only one bed in the room). At this moment, H said, "It's so hot, why are you wearing so many layers?" It turned out that the wife had deliberately changed her skirt into trousers.
The wife said it was safer that way. Unexpectedly, these words provoked H. He grabbed his wife and kissed her. She
tried to dodge, but H seized the opportunity to undo her belt, push her onto the bed, and pull down her pants and underwear (it's unclear whether this was partly resisting
, but it wasn't said). H was now completely naked from the waist down. His wife tried to keep her legs tightly closed, preventing him from entering, but whether it was because H was too eager
or because the kissing and struggling had aroused her, H easily penetrated her.
His wife said that suddenly, her face flushed red and hot, and she involuntarily moaned. H then began to ride her,
moving up and down. His wife said that her vagina was soaked, and that H's vagina felt completely different from hers. She enjoyed it
and hugged H's buttocks, pressing them hard against her. H sensed his wife's reaction and continued to slap
and kiss her, whispering in her ear, "Who makes you feel better, me or your husband?" His wife replied, "My husband
." H held his breath, trying his best to prove himself. After several repetitions, his wife finally cried out and went
limp. H also convulsed, shouted loudly, and ejaculated.
Watching his wife excitedly recount her story, I felt no jealousy, but rather great excitement. That
night, my wife and I made love several times. The seven-year itch vanished, and the long-lost excitement, comfort, and sexual
bliss returned. I also confessed to my wife about my affairs with Z and L. My wife playfully scolded me, saying, "Why didn't you tell
me sooner?" She didn't mean to blame me. For the next few days, my wife and I were extremely intimate, telling each other about our
sexual encounters with H, Z, and L, and then reaching the peak of orgasm together.
From then on, my wife stopped seeing H, and we often went to Z's house to play with them: playing cards, playing mahjong, eating,
chatting, joking without restraint, and everyone was happy every day. Until one day, Z brought
home a videotape. After sending the kids off after dinner, we watched TV in the living room for a while. Z mysteriously suggested we watch a video in the bedroom
. My wife asked what it was. Z replied, "You'll see when you watch it, it's a good movie!" It turned out to be a foreign pornographic
film. The film was long, and the scenes were very stimulating… As the story unfolded, things changed in the bedroom:
Z and L were already embracing, kissing, and caressing each other. They were almost completely naked. Infected by this, my wife and I
also got into character. I could feel my wife was very excited; her face was flushed and burning hot, her body trembled
, and her eyes were glazed… Suddenly, the room went dark. The power had gone out, and we couldn't finish the film. L suggested we go to sleep
. We wanted to sleep separately, but Z pulled us back, saying, "Let's sleep in the same room!" We didn't insist, and Z and L…
We lay together, my wife and I. Her bed was huge; four people could fit
comfortably with room to spare, it seemed custom-made. In the darkness, Z suggested, "Let's switch!" My heart trembled, my head
spun, and my limbs shook. My wife held onto my hand tightly; I couldn't see her expression in the darkness,
nor did I know her true intentions. I pushed my wife's hand away and obediently switched places with L. Although I couldn't see,
I could feel Z's lust, because her lower body was already soaked. With practiced ease, I
entered her smoothly as soon as I lay on top of her. Just as I was about to thrust forcefully, Z grabbed me tightly, preventing me from moving. I understood
her meaning, because her head was turned towards my wife and L, and she was holding her breath.
She was seeking greater stimulation, so I had to stop and listen to the sounds coming from across the street: L's heavy breathing
, my wife's intermittent moans… "Your beard is too prickly," her soft giggles, "Yours is so thick," "Yours is too
soft," "I can't get in…" A sudden pang of sorrow welled up inside me, like a jumble of mixed emotions, indescribable
… I'd never felt this way even when my wife talked about her sex life with H. Now, facing my wife and L's flirting,
I felt completely unprepared, a sharp pain shooting through me…
I couldn't accept this reality. My mouth was dry, my taut nerves finally gave way, and I
ejaculated instantly, without any pleasure, a very embarrassing surrender. Z hadn't gotten any satisfaction at all. She angrily
pinched my buttocks. I asked my wife and L: "How did it go?" L gave a bitter smile and remained silent. My wife said: "His isn't
hard!" I had no desire to continue, wanting nothing more than to escape, so I urged: "Let's go home." Our first encounter
ended rather unsatisfactorily.
(A netizen suggested using pseudonyms, so Z will be called Ying, and L will be called Min.) Some time later, Z's family
moved, and my wife and I went to help. After dinner, Z and L repeatedly urged us to play mahjong. We understood their intentions
, and we tacitly agreed. We joked and played around, but I won't go into details… It was late, and my wife said she wanted to go home
. Z grinned mischievously and said, "Go home." It turned out she had already locked the door. Because of our previous encounter, I had no reservations. Z went straight for it
, hugged me, kissed me, and then lay down on the bed… I didn't hold back either, immediately responding… My wife and L weren't
so eager; instead, they undressed gracefully and lay down, whispering to each other… Ying and I quickly reached our climax
. Ying gasped and moaned loudly… repeatedly shouting: "So good! So comfortable! Harder! Faster
…" As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, I stole glances at my wife and L. They hadn't gotten to the point yet, and my wife was getting
impatient, her voice noticeably louder… Perhaps influenced by Z, since L wasn't erect and couldn't penetrate
, my wife struggled to make progress. She shouted, "I can't take it anymore! I want it too!"
completely abandoning her usual reserve. She got up and came to our side. I was having sex with Z
while kissing my wife… Soon my wife wanted it, so I pulled out from Z and entered her. My wife was
so wet, making excited sounds… Z was reluctant, and while kissing me, she playfully bit me
, and I retaliated by fiercely enveloping her tongue… The three of us went at it for over two hours before finally
stopping, still wanting more. Throughout, Min watched, occasionally touching this and that, but didn't participate
. Later, I learned from Z that L liked to watch, especially watching Z and me make love; it excited him and gave him
an orgasm. I'll stop here for now, thank you all for your support!
After two unsuccessful attempts at four-person sex, we concluded that the problem lay with L. Z said that L
lasted half an hour with her every time, and I witnessed it myself. But with other people, L couldn't keep up. I can attest to this: when I
had sex with Z and L (three-person), L was perfectly fine; when I had sex with my wife and Z (three-person), L was also very excited. Having found the cause
, we gave up all hope for four-person sex. It's just that I've been incredibly busy lately… Our relationship lasted
until I left my hometown. After coming to Beijing, I've always thought about them… I often recall this unforgettable
and wonderful experience. I hope one day I can see them again, relive those memories, and create happiness together again!
The End

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