[The debauchery begins with wife-swapping games] [Author: Unknown] [Complete]

I know I'm a bit "burdened with worries."
I've been staring at the computer for two hours now, my mind overflowing with guilt.
With nothing to do, I've been snacking, drinking cola. The food makes me simple, careless, and indescribable… But continuing
might just lead to more spacing out, or meaningless writing and deleting, deleting and writing… I don't
have the courage to openly express the feelings weighing on my chest… I won't be pretentious, I won't be sarcastic, and I don't want to be a hopeful
storyteller, adding a happy ending or touching plot to every story. I'm just thinking about
how to tell a story without hurting kind people.
I cried for help late at night, and a friend said, "Follow your heart… The truth always has regrets
…"
My own heart? I don't even understand myself. I think I'll just make a simple, difficult statement
.
Today is my partner's birthday, and I only sent him a birthday message around 12:30 am because I've been thinking about
how to record these past two days—whether to gloss over them or downplay them, but in any case, I need to leave myself
an opportunity to reflect on them.
Many friends have found out about our whereabouts these past two days, and some are eagerly awaiting my account, I know
. However, I may disappoint you all, because what you see won't be happiness, or rather, impure
happiness, or perhaps it will only be considered luck, because we simply met a wonderful couple—a
very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple.
We met them (I will refer to Mr. C as C and his partner as Q) at a restaurant in Tianjin.
Knowing we like spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to hot pot.
Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate differences between Tianjin and Beijing
. Later, the men's conversation shifted to cross-strait relations, while Q and I remained relatively silent.
I dared not look at C; I felt I would reveal my expression or desires. For a moment, I felt like I
had fallen from a height of fantasy to the ground, the distinct sensation of the fall bringing clarity to my mind.
To be honest, I felt we were better suited as friends than as sex partners.
Sure enough, when we went to karaoke after dinner, everyone relaxed and forgot what they were actually supposed to be doing. My husband
was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he were back in the season of love. He held a microphone in one
hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang, "My favorite is you..." His dreamy eyes moved me. They
sang a duet intimately and were very happy. We all passed the time so casually; the dim lighting didn't create any
feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes... No one knew what they should or shouldn't
do.
Around 11:30, we took a taxi to their house.
It was a typical couple's home, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out of the living room, there was a large
balcony. My crowded heart suddenly felt a moment of relief; the night breeze was gentle. As C walked onto the balcony, her
hand lingered briefly on my waist, and I suddenly tensed up. Is it better to have someone else's wife than someone else's?!
After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. Q brought me one of her nightgowns. I repeatedly told my husband I wanted something modest
, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and clearly visible areolas...
I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband. Everyone took turns showering, and the rest of us were rather silent. At that time,
a channel was broadcasting *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*.
Afterwards, we all sat obediently in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next morning.
The lights were bright, and there was no hint of ambiguity between us, so the hostess turned off the living room lights.
Everyone started to smile knowingly.
I was actually a little reluctant because C wasn't my type (sorry).
But with the lights off, the visual pressure lessened considerably, so we started to create an atmosphere of ambiguity.
When we sat on a sofa, C put her arm around my shoulder and her right hand around my chest... I didn't refuse; at that
moment, the situation controlled everything. I saw my husband sitting properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Q, so I
encouraged him with my eyes. At that time, I felt relaxed, perhaps because the brief physical pleasure gave me a rare sense of tolerance and acceptance
...
Later, we did it in two separate rooms, and it felt unfamiliar. Because of different habits or other reasons,
my pleasure did not come as expected... During our time together, C kept thinking about his lover, and I turned my head
to one side and smiled understandingly. Later, Q came to see us, but after just one glance, she ran out again. After Q left, she
cried...
(II)
This made me think of myself... But strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, and I couldn't even find a trace of sadness
... My husband, C, and I were all comforting her.
Her crying was very infectious; her tears intensified the emotional element of this game. I think it's
good to be real. If everyone is indulging in pure physical pleasure, it will make us feel even more sad, and we
might even start to doubt our attitude towards love.
Women are always somewhat sensitive, and I cherish her as much as I cherish myself.
So I had my husband hold her, and I hugged him from behind. Actually, I needed him too at that moment, but
I didn't say it.
My head rested against his back, feeling the warmth of his chest.
This familiar, warm embrace… I couldn't bear to leave.
It took a long time for her emotions to stabilize, which I think was because of the simultaneous comfort from two men.
Q and I both believed that the men gained more pleasure than the women in this game, and we were very friendly then. Her
smile was captivating.
After showering separately, we sat back down in the living room. We discussed how to sleep that night.
Actually, while showering, I clearly told my husband, "I don't want to spend the whole night with C." This
was true; at the time, I hadn't considered that I didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman. I was simply
strongly insisting based on
my own feelings. So everyone tried to conceal their opinions during the discussion. Of course, clearly expressing them inevitably
hurt some vulnerable souls.
I laughed and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the lights were on, everyone would see my honest,
undisguised smile.
They didn't really agree with me, because they were still discussing it. "You decide, I'm fine with whatever,"
all three of them said. I suddenly felt a pang of sadness… my mood was low, yet I was stubborn.
Perhaps they were all hoping for a new feeling of sleep.
I insisted, "Let's sleep with our own people, otherwise… I really don't feel comfortable."
They agreed. Because my reasoning was perfectly reasonable.
My husband and I returned to the room, and naturally, a slight unpleasantness ensued.
I am a selfish, willful, and capricious woman. I blame my husband for disregarding my feelings, for not
cherishing me, for not loving me as he claims, for all sorts of other things… My bizarre and demanding questions often
leave him speechless. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and make him swear he loves me… I turn my back,
cross my arms, my hair hanging lonely on my chest, tears streaming down my face, my breathing heavy and labored. I feel that sex makes everything
fragile; I am sad, I am afraid, I am lonely…
I think of any man I can remember: when I think of Z, I desperately want to send him a text
message at three in the morning… I told him I missed him, missed his pure, almost monotonous emotions. I knew he would say the world is better when it's pure, so
I deeply missed my pure life from the past… I thought of Xiao Tang, I thought of WXY, I thought of WY, I thought of the unfamiliar
“feelings”… Back then, anyone who showed me concern could become my confidant
… My tears had already soaked my temples… Just then, C pushed open the door and said to my husband that
they should switch beds. I was very, very unhappy when I heard this, but I didn't say a word. My breathing sounded
strange to him, so he asked my husband what was wrong. My husband said he was crying. He asked why, and my husband said he didn't know.
So he said, “Then you two can sleep…”
After C left, I pretended to be calm and said, “Disappointed, aren’t you? Why don’t you come over? I’m fine sleeping alone… I
won’t be angry, really.”
My husband smiled and hugged me tightly. I tried to dodge, but he held me tighter. I tried to dodge again, but he held me tighter…
Finally, feeling wronged, I nestled into his arms, listing all his faults, and cried uncontrollably…
He
started kissing my earlobe… We made love well, worked up a sweat, but then fell into a deep sleep
. I was still in the same position, holding him tightly from behind… Before, he always draped his legs over me,
but since I became pregnant in 2001, my husband has maintained this sleeping position to avoid putting pressure on my abdomen.
So, for the past two years, this position has become our best sleeping position.
(III)
When I woke up in the morning, it was already past ten o'clock. I kissed my husband, and he seemed a little excited. I urged him to go to the next room, but
he said no. I knew he was just saying it for my benefit, but I was still quite happy… Women are just a little silly… I don't know
why my mood suddenly improved.
He went over, and C came over.
C was very concerned about his wife and asked me, "Do you think they're done?"
I said, "Go and see. "
He asked if I was going or not, and I said I didn't have the courage.
He went over and came back a little while later. I asked, "Are they done yet?"
He said, "It seems so."
So I got dressed, my heart pounding, but I bravely said, "I'll go check too."
My husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Q was sitting too, a certain distance between them.
They smiled when they saw me coming. I asked, "How are you?
" My husband said, "I can't take it anymore, I feel pressured."
I asked why, and he said, "I keep worrying someone will come..."
I said, "I didn't mean to come, he said you're all done, that's why I came."
My explanation was correct, but the correct explanation conveniently masked my true feelings...
I was still selfish.
So, we all got up and washed up. Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and she went
online.
Later, the men cooked, and she helped out, while I went online in the inner room.
Seeing TT and "Mood" online felt like meeting family; an unspeakable wave of grievances washed
over me... They comforted me, advised me, and even scolded me, but no matter what, they were doing it for my own good. That was
the best gift I received that day… “Mood” even called to comfort me and listen to my
troubles… My husband saw me chatting and smiled tolerantly; he knew I was seeking comfort, something he
couldn’t give me.
During dinner, C carefully served his wife rice, vegetables, and drinks, even cleaning up the dishes afterwards
…
He’s a good husband, and Q is very happy.
After lunch, Q and C made love in the room, asking my husband to film them. At the time, I was extremely tolerant (now I
think I was being dishonest; I don’t know if I can still be considered honest now, haha) and said to my husband
, “You three come on, I’ll film you.”
My husband shook his head and told me to watch them. Only then did my mood lessen somewhat.
They were very affectionate and absorbed. Later, they suggested we do it too, saying we could record it together.
So, our two families each did their own thing on one bed. We kept to ourselves…
But I felt very comfortable; I fainted on top of my husband again… I like it this way; I love
my husband so much, and at that moment, I could only accept this kind of love.
Later, everyone felt that this went against our original intention. Yes, what kind of 4P is this? So,
we naturally switched.
I watched my husband moving vigorously on top of Q, and I smiled broadly. Q's moans clearly increased. C asked
, "Is it comfortable?" Q didn't have time to answer… I felt like an audience member… even though C was working hard
on top of me… C ejaculated. I looked at my husband; he glanced back at me and finished quickly too.
Q lay on the bed for a long time, too weak to move. C gently stroked her the whole time…
C made porridge for dinner, which we ate well.
Afterwards, Q had work to do and went to the inner room, while the three of us watched a DVD outside—"The Pianist."
I had heard of it a long time ago, but this was the first time I watched it. It was indeed very good. They have a lot of good movies. C
has a hobby of collecting them.
The scene was beautiful. I was sitting between them, next to my husband. In front of me was a slice of watermelon that C had cut. There
was no light, only the light from the TV screen flickering with the plot... We were chatting happily... C
's left hand fingers gently caressed my buttocks, moving very slightly through my pajamas...
After "The Pianist" ended, C put on another movie. At this moment, my husband's fingers probed into my body.
He looked at me in surprise. I knew he was asking why I was so wet down there. I smiled shyly
, and his fingers became restless, and he even grinned mischievously... I involuntarily twisted my body, and at the same time leaned my upper body towards C.
C responded to me, and my husband made a move from behind... At that moment, I felt very charming
because I was being very comfortable in front of two men at the same time...
(IV)
Because it was on the sofa, perhaps C was still thinking about his wife, so it ended without a trace.
When Q came out, we were already sitting there watching TV properly. But Q came over and
asked C in surprise, "Where are your pants?" C awkwardly pointed to the condoms on the coffee table with her foot and said, "I gave them to them."
Q didn't say anything; I could tell she was angry. I didn't say anything, pretending not to notice. At the same time, I noticed my husband
hadn't had time to put on his pants either…
Q went into the bedroom, and C went in after her.
I felt Q needed comforting, so my husband and I went in together.
Q was lying on the bed, and C was chatting, even video chatting with someone online. So we joined in.
Later, my husband and I were chatting while they were making love in bed
…
Later, at a friend's request, we put on a little show. But we were still just friends,
even though we were in the same bed.
Near the end, to prove how exciting it was to others (at least that's what I thought), we switched places.
Q moaned with pleasure, and C, holding her hand, asked, "Is it good, baby?" He
kissed her hand repeatedly... My husband and I exchanged a glance... I turned my head away... C ejaculated inside me again
.
My husband moved a few times... Maybe he was afraid of condoms, anyway, there was no result. Netizens said it was very exciting, and I
think anyone who read it would say the same. Sensory things often cover up many subtle details.
I gave each netizen a shy smile; they would only associate it with allure. That's how it is, no
one's fault.
That night, my husband and I slept together, and we made love perfectly. I had multiple orgasms, like a winged
angel, always flying in the sky above heaven... My husband said I was crying and laughing, and my voice was very loud... But
I was truly very released, I loved him to death... We slept very late. I didn't get up until noon. After lunch,
Q had to go out, so I shook hands with her to say goodbye. At my suggestion, my husband hugged her goodbye... At 2 PM,
my husband and I said goodbye to C.
...Beautiful Tianjin, we left in the cool afternoon shade...
In the blink of an eye, we experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage. My mind
is still filled with the unfamiliar street scenes of Tianjin, the strange yet warm home, and vivid images...
I'm already sitting in the study room again, nestled in the dim light of the computer, using memories to wake myself up.
I remember telling TT, "Seeing the scratches on my husband's back makes me very sad."
I was really bothered then, but now I've forgiven everything...
I remember telling C before leaving that neither of us was perfect. We should have
treated each other like new partners for those two days, but we cared too much about our own, which is why we were so reserved
... C said, "Actually, this is a gradual process, and it's easier for everyone to accept that way..."
...I'm always a theoretical giant, but actually, I was the most fickle one throughout the whole process. I didn't know how to hide
my feelings and acted on impulse...
Walking out of their house, I started to regret not having a proper talk with Q. She's a very tolerant woman,
much more mature than me, and I like her very much. I'll always remember wearing her pajamas and sleeping in her wedding bed
... We should actually be very close friends.
4P is a very challenging game. I mustered up the courage to participate and gained love
and harmony with my husband, as well as a lingering sense of unhappiness...
Nothing can be perfect for all four people at the same time, without any flaws. So,
whether it's regret or happiness, what matters most is that it's in the past and we've experienced it.
Everyone says the first step is hard to take, but once you take it, it's over... Sometimes, looking back, you feel
a sense of being caught off guard.
Looking back at 3P, I think the woman was actually the happiest at that moment. To be honest, I
really look forward to it again because 3P doesn't make another woman cry.
Moving from one step to another, and looking back, understanding doesn't need words; everything falls into place naturally.
This is how practice and theory are repeatedly proven.
In just one month, we suddenly tried everything, and I felt extremely uneasy, like
a child who has stolen too much, filled with fear.
Therefore, we hope to have a quiet period of life, or rather, to live with a contemplative attitude.
We need to revisit our love and cherish our family and children.
But once the floodgates of desire are opened, they are hard to close again.
It could be said that the story has only just begun.
(V)
Since the last wife-swapping game, my husband and I seemed to have returned to our former tranquility.
I continued teaching at the academy as usual, while my husband was busy with his business. On the surface, everything was peaceful, as if
nothing had happened.
Half a month later, one weekend, my husband had a business trip to Tianjin, and I had a premonition that something was about
to happen. Sure enough, on his way to Tianjin, he sent me a text message telling me that he and C had
arranged for him to go to Q's place that weekend, while C would come to keep me company. This meant that our wife-swapping game was still far from over.
It wasn't over.
When I received the text, I didn't say anything, just replied, "Okay."
Actually, after experiencing it once, deep down, I wasn't completely averse to wife-swapping games anymore. Although I
didn't outwardly crave it, I vaguely liked it a little; after all, it meant a kind of experiment,
a kind of change in my life.
Once, while chatting online, I had sex with a journalist online—that was the only
time.
That netizen said I was very sexy and seductive, even though I never initiated it. That time, I orgasmed twice,
and he ejaculated three times. But after that, I never video-chatted with him again because I felt a sense of
promiscuity within myself, something I couldn't accept in reality. An hour later, my husband texted again, saying that C had already
set off and that I should be enthusiastic towards him.
I had no classes in the afternoon, so I went home early, tidied the room briefly, looked at myself in the mirror
, opened my makeup bag, thought about it, didn't touch anything, and then closed it again.
I felt there was no need to cater to anything. As for C, while I didn't dislike him, I didn't have much affection for him either.
I like the reporter I used to video chat with. I think I would be more proactive in front of him.
Looking at myself in the mirror, even though I have a child, my breasts are still perky.
I have secretly observed Q's breasts before. They are not nearly as round as mine, and are at least two sizes smaller.
Q's legs are very slender and not as sexy as mine. Married men usually like women with sexy legs.
This may be why C is infatuated with me. Q's charm and petite figure are things I don't have. Is
this what my husband likes about her?
Around 5 o'clock, my husband sent a third text message, saying that he had entered Tianjin city and had
contacted Q. He was going to her company to pick her up and said that C would be arriving soon.
A little while later, I heard a knock on the door. It must be C.
(VI)
Standing outside the door was C. He looked like he had rushed over and his face was a little dusty.
I smiled slightly at C and didn't say anything. I just quietly let him into the living room. C also seemed a little
reserved and didn't seem as natural as he had been at his house last time.
After all, this was only our second meeting, and our first time alone together.
I asked C what he wanted to drink, and he suggested green tea. I also like green tea because it's not as sweet as fruit juice or
as carbonated as cola;
it's refreshing with a slight bitterness, which suits my personality. We exchanged simple pleasantries, talking about our recent situations. C works in IT; he's quick-witted and has
a sharp mind. But we both knew what was going to happen next, so we both seemed distracted.
I told C I'd show him around my house, so we walked through each room, and C obediently followed.
We stopped on the balcony. The afterglow of the setting sun was just beginning to stream in, making the city's twilight
scenery beautiful.
Then C hugged me from behind. I struggled a little, but C's arms tightened noticeably, so I gave in
and let him hold me like that. A strange feeling welled up inside me.
C's breathing became noticeably heavier and a little rapid. He pressed his face against my cheek and began kissing my
ear and temples.
I didn't resist, letting him kiss me. I could faintly hear
music coming from the speakers of the shops along the street in the distance, and I felt myself drifting away with the music.
Seeing that I didn't object, C became bolder, his hand reaching into my breasts. I tried to stop him, but he pressed
harder.
C's caresses were gentle and delicate, the slow, gentle pressure very pleasant. I thought he had found
something in me that Q couldn't give him.
Gradually, I could feel my nipples swelling, and a uniquely feminine
oil began to secrete from around them, emitting a faint fragrance.
I think C also sensed this change, and the frequency of his caresses and rubbing increased.
At this moment, I began to feel something hard pressing against my buttocks. I felt a little smug
, but I didn't show any expression, just silently cooperating with C's movements.
Slowly, C's hand began to slide towards my abdomen.
(VII)
I tried to stop C from penetrating downwards, but it was too late; he had already touched my "grass."
My genitals were already wet, but I stopped C because I didn't want him to see my "misbehavior" too soon.
However, he had already touched my wetness, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time.
Last time at C's house, when we took turns doing it, I saw Q's genitals; her pubic hair
was unusually thick and dark, something I'd never seen before in public bathhouses. I never imagined a woman's genitals could have such thick hair
, especially considering Q's petite and cute appearance. And mine was just right.
After letting C's hand linger for a moment, I still stopped him. I didn't want to start things too soon with him because I didn't
know how things were progressing with my husband, and I was afraid my husband and I would be taken advantage of. I was being a little selfish here
.
So I told C to send a text message to ask about their situation. C was a little disappointed, but he
did as I said.
We went back to the living room, each sitting in a corner of the sofa, quietly waiting for Q to send a text. But
there was no response for a long time. C and I remained silent, each lost in our own thoughts, and the large room suddenly became unusually
quiet.
The light in the room began to dim, and a faint, ambiguous atmosphere enveloped the room, making me a little scared. I got up
to turn on the light, and as I passed C, he stood up and blocked my way, saying, "Don't turn on the light, this is good," and pulled me
into his arms.
We began to kiss; his tongue entered my mouth, or rather, it was C kissing me. In the darkness,
we both relaxed a little. C's hands once again entered my bra, kneading it vigorously, somewhat frantically,
and his kiss made me feel suffocated.
We fell onto the sofa, and C pressed down on me, making it impossible for me to move. He began to unbutton my clothes, while
kissing my fair, firm neck. I was wearing a white bra today, which stood out particularly brightly in the darkness, making it
even more alluring.
C slightly rose, turned me over, and began unbuttoning my bra at the back. Then he lay on my smooth
back, kissing me from top to bottom, from left to right.
Under his caresses, my body began to heat up, and I became even wetter down there, feeling myself flowing.
Even though I tried to suppress my feelings, I couldn't help but moan a few times.
C turned me back over and covered my body again. This time, my upper body was completely naked, and I
instinctively hugged C.
C lowered his head to kiss my nipples. I knew my breasts were swollen and full, my nipples round and
swollen, my areolas spreading outwards.
C began to take off my outer pants and underwear. I said no, that I should wait for news from over there, but C seemed not to hear
me and continued to undress. I was wearing casual pants that I only wore at home, the very loose kind, which C took off in a few moments.
Next, C began to undo his belt, but in his haste, he couldn't undo it several times. I stood there naked,
staring at him, and C seemed very embarrassed.
Because it was dark, I couldn't see his face, but I imagined it must be flushed red.
I was relieved to know that C wasn't a seasoned player in love.
I suggested we wait for news from Q before coming over, but C got impatient, saying that things might have already started over there.
I thought so too, so I stopped talking.
C quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down to his ankles, because he was already impatient. The
moment his hot little brother entered my body, we both couldn't help but let out a "ah" sound.
I hugged C tightly, letting him ride inside me. C bit my nipple again, starting
to rub it with his teeth, and I couldn't help but moan. Matching C's rhythm, my body arched upwards, and C also entered
a state of excitement...
(8)
C's little brother repeatedly thrust in and out of me, the rhythm getting faster and faster, and both C and I were drenched in sweat.
C probably felt it was too lubricated and lacked friction, so he pulled out, wiped himself with a towel,
and then came over to wipe me as well, whispering in my ear, "How did it feel?" I closed my eyes and murmured "Mmm."
He was pleased and thrust in again, asking, "Does it hurt?" I just gripped his back tightly
, letting my nails dig deep into his skin.
"Beep, beep," C's phone on the coffee table beeped with a text message notification. C hesitated
for a moment, then didn't look, continuing to writhe on top of me. I said, "Let's see," and C said, "I'm about to cum.
" "Pop, pop," my phone, set to vibrate, also beeped with a text message notification.
The arrival of two text messages interrupted our progress, so C had to check them, but he remained on top of me, not
pulling out, and I cooperated by reading my message.
Q's message was simple, just saying they had made contact and everything was going smoothly.
My husband told me he was driving to pick up Q from work and they were almost at Q's house. He also
said that he and Q had already started having sex and that we should do the same, keeping each other updated on our progress.
Later, I found out that on the way to Q's house, my husband and Q had sex in the car.
I had also had sex with my husband in the car once, on the day we bought the car. We were both
very excited about finally buying the car. After completing all the paperwork, we drove around the streets, eating at restaurants when we got hungry, and then
continuing to drive fast. Of course, as new drivers, we couldn't go very fast, but the feeling was the same.
When we finally decided to go home, it was already past midnight. When we pulled into the parking lot, my husband didn't get out.
He leaned over and kissed me, caressing me. My desire was ignited, and I said, "Let's do it at home." My husband said, "Let's do it here
." I said, "The car is too small, how can we do it?" He said, "Try something new, a different environment might be better."
Later, we got to the back seat. My husband pinned me down. Although I was curled up and not fully undressed,
it was uncomfortable, and I was afraid of being seen by others. It didn't last long, but both my husband and I reached orgasm.
My husband picked Q up from work, and we encountered a huge weekend traffic jam as soon as we got on the ring road. The car moved slowly. Q was wearing
a business suit and light makeup, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Actually, in our wife-swapping game, this couple probably had a better relationship than us, because it was clear that
Q liked my husband, while my feelings for C were just so-so. For men, as long as a woman isn't ridiculously bad,
they can achieve harmony in bed.
Actually, wasn't C and I quite harmonious, except that I wasn't very proactive? Perhaps deep down, I
just didn't want to admit a fact.
The car moved slowly forward, and my husband chatted with Q. My husband asked Q with a smile, "Did you miss me?" Q laughed
and replied, "Why would I miss you?" My husband was speechless.
Soon, it got dark. When her husband borrowed her file, he casually placed his hand
on the back of hers, seemingly unintentionally. She didn't move, pretending nothing was wrong.
Emboldened, he tightly grasped her small hand in his large, strong one. She playfully complained,
"It hurts," but he persisted.
Gradually, he moved his hand towards her lower body. She didn't object; she closed her eyes. Neither of them
spoke, only the car radio incessantly broadcasting road conditions.
(IX)
After more than ten minutes, the road conditions improved, and the car sped up. Her husband pulled her hand to his
chest and then moved it down below. She resisted, struggling a few times, but eventually complied.
He was already erect. She held his hand, occasionally squeezing it lightly, but her head remained lowered
. The neon lights outside the car window reflected in, mingling with her face, creating a beautiful, flushed glow.
Half an hour later, the car pulled into the parking lot of Q's apartment complex. Q asked her husband, "What do you want to eat later?"
Her husband grinned mischievously and said, "You." Q said again, "Stop kidding, I'm serious!" Her husband said, "I'm not lying."
After getting out of the car, Q and her husband were about to head straight for her apartment when her husband opened the back door and, with surprising speed,
threw himself and Q into the back seat, kissing her passionately.
Q struggled a few times, but seeing it was futile, she gave in to her husband's wishes. Her husband quickly unbuttoned Q's suit jacket.
Two buttons were undone, revealing a pink bra underneath. Her husband almost roughly ripped off the bra buttons, then
pulled her petite body into his arms, frantically caressing and kissing her.
Q's emotions were quickly aroused; she sat up and began to kiss her husband back, simultaneously removing his coat and
burying her head deeply in his chest, her hands roaming over his body.
At this moment, while C and I were texting them, they obviously couldn't hear us; at that moment,
they only saw each other.
Q once again reached down to her husband's crotch, tightly grasping his penis and actively stroking it. Her husband,
meanwhile, kissed Q's small, delicate breasts, sucking on them for a long time, like a starving child nursing.
Q asked her husband in a dazed voice, "Can we do it in the car?" Her husband said, "Let's do it while holding each other," and then
lifted Q's skirt and took off her underwear. Q's panties were also pink, very provocative
. Did she wear them specially to welcome her husband? That remained a mystery.
Her husband started to take off his trousers, and Q helped. Then her husband said, "Sit on top." Q obediently nodded,
rose, and then fell back down. The moment he entered her, both of them seemed to be electrocuted.
Q moaned, whispering to her husband in a dreamlike voice, "I love you." Her husband hugged her tightly,
his hands supporting her round buttocks as he moved them up and down. Q moved against her husband, exuding charm.
Her husband said, "I didn't bring a condom. What if I ejaculate?" Because Q and C didn't have children yet, Q hadn't
used contraception. Last time, her husband had used a condom, but it wasn't effective, and he didn't like it because they
didn't use one when they were together.
Besides, men like close contact with women; wearing a condom during sex always felt like the two of them hadn't
fully accepted each other psychologically. Last time, with C present, my husband had no choice but to do it, though he didn't really want to.
Q seemed prepared for this. She said, "I'm in my safe period, it'll be fine without a condom. I'll
take some preventative medication later, you can come." My husband seemed moved and became even more frantic with Q, the car
even seemed to shake.
Finally, my husband ejaculated inside Q, and Q fainted again.
As for me, C didn't finish the last move. After reading the text message, influenced by his emotions, C's penis
went soft and slowly slipped out of my vagina. I didn't move, but I
didn't encourage it either.
I comforted C, saying it was okay, there was plenty of time tonight. C then got up and dressed, and then I
got up and dressed too, C watching me. When I put on my underwear and bra, C's gaze became a little strange.
I understood, a woman is most sexy at this moment; without anything on, there's no mystery. C came closer
and hugged me again, kissing and touching me, and my lower body became wet again.
I said to C, "If you want it, come on, I'll give it to you." As if possessed, I took the initiative to put my hand into C's
pants and started to move him.
(10)
Although I tried to get C to get an erection again, the more I did, the more psychological pressure C felt, and I couldn't succeed.
C seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Let's talk about it later."
I said, "Okay, I'll go make you dinner. What do you want to eat?" C said, "Anything is fine, as long as it fills my stomach."
It seemed that C didn't want to waste time on food.
I said, "Then I'll cook you a bowl of noodles," and I went into the kitchen. First, I boiled water on the gas, and then I
took some side dishes out of the refrigerator. In no time, I had four side dishes on the table: red sausage, braised beef, spicy peanuts
, and a plate of tomatoes with sugar. I also took two cloves of homemade pickled garlic, plus a small dish of pickled vegetables. After looking at
today's special dinner, I was satisfied with myself.
Just then, C walked in, and I suddenly remembered I should have something to drink. So I asked C what he wanted to drink. C leaned against the door,
smiling as he watched me busy myself, teasingly saying, "I'm tired of watching you work." I said, "How could that be? That's a bit fake."
But I secretly liked him saying that. I said, "How about we have some red wine today? But I
can't hold my liquor, so it's mainly you who should drink."
C said, "No problem, I'll get you drunk first." I said, "Who will keep you company if you're drunk?" As soon as I said that, I realized it wasn't right and
quickly changed my mind, saying, "Then let's have Great Wall dry red wine." Although I tried to cover it up, a faint blush still appeared
on my face. C saw everything. He came over and tried to kiss me again, but I pulled away, saying I hadn't cooked the noodles yet,
and then hurriedly checked if the water was boiling.
At this moment, C hugged me from behind, his abdomen pressed tightly against my buttocks, and I felt his
"thing" had "risen" again. C was actually telling me in this way that he was ready.
I said, "Let's eat first." C said he couldn't wait. I know that it's very difficult for men to stop midway through sex
, unlike women who need prolonged foreplay and
don't care about ejaculation. But for men, even if it only lasts three minutes, as long as they ejaculate, they can reach
orgasm and feel satisfied.
So I didn't object and let C begin. C wanted to enter from behind, so I leaned against
the smooth kitchen counter, and C pulled down my pants from behind, but he tried several times and couldn't penetrate.
I knew that doing it from behind was very difficult and required the cooperation of a partner.
Finally, with my help, C finally entered my body. The water in the kettle was about to boil;
white steam began to escape from the spout, making a "hissing" sound. The steam drifted over and
tickled my face.
C started sweating, and I could feel sweat dripping onto my back. C thrust vigorously
, and I began to get excited too. When the water in the kettle boiled, C also injected a full load of semen into my
vagina.
For a moment, C and I both seemed exhausted.
I like this rear-entry style of sex; it feels very special. Actually, this is also
related to a special experience of mine.
(XI)
My husband and I fell in love on the university campus; I was a sophomore, and he was a senior. He gave his first time to his ex-girlfriend,
while my first time belonged to my husband.
Six months after I met my husband, he found an opportunity to have me, and we later rented a place off-campus and
lived together.
My husband was very good to me. The only thing I was unhappy about was that he was still in contact with his ex-girlfriend,
even though she had a new boyfriend.
That time, his ex-girlfriend's mother unfortunately passed away from illness, and she was heartbroken. She came to my husband and
stayed until very late that night, crying and telling her story in his arms. I
couldn't bear to watch anymore, so I ran away and went to a disco to find relief. That very night, I
was penetrated from behind by two men for the first time, and I also learned
what it felt like to have sex with two men at the same time.
That night, I drank a lot of alcohol and then went to the dance floor. I danced wildly, soaked in
sweat, my belly button exposed, my bra clearly visible under my shirt, and my long hair flowing down – I think I was very
provocative.
Many men came over to dance with me, some taking the opportunity to touch my skin, implying something.
Although I was drunk, I knew I belonged only to the man who would later become my husband; I wouldn't
give anyone else a chance.
Perhaps I'd drunk too much and danced too much, because I started to feel dizzy and prepared to leave. At that moment,
two men approached, one after the other. Their appearance was hard to describe, but they seemed wealthy yet mysterious
, about seven or eight years older than me; I was just 20 at the time.
The two men almost aggressively blocked my path from both ends. For some reason, I was
n't afraid at all; instead, I looked at them with a defiant gaze. Perhaps the alcohol had made me forget what fear was.
The two men seemed a little surprised by my reaction, but my actions undoubtedly aroused their desire.
The man in front lifted my chin, lowered his head, and began kissing my lips without my consent. I didn't
object; instead, I responded to his kiss.
Subconsciously, I wanted to get revenge on my boyfriend, and I thought this was just a fling, something to be done briefly
.
But things didn't go as I expected. The man behind me started reaching inside my shirt,
groping my breasts. My breasts were already swollen from the man in front of me; I was only 20 and
had never experienced such sexual stimulation before.
I closed my eyes, being kissed by the man in front and caressed by the man behind, unable to move .
Under the influence of alcohol, I gradually lost consciousness.
In a daze, I was led into a luxurious private room in the disco. There were only a few sofas inside. Two men
took off my clothes together, then one sat down to smoke, while the other pinned me down.
When he penetrated me, I started to sober up a bit and struggled desperately, but I was powerless
. That feeble resistance only fueled the man's desire, and he thrust even harder.
Although I was scared, I actually felt pleasure in my dazed state.
Soon, the man ejaculated, and I thought the nightmare was over. At this moment, another man smoking came
over and pinned me down again. I was filled with extreme fear and desperately tried to get back up. The man who had been smoking earlier
came over and, together with the man who had been smoking, pushed me down onto the sofa again. By this time, I was in tears
.
I cried and begged, "Please let me go." At this moment, the two men were like hunters who had spotted their prey. How
could they let me go so easily? Besides, this helpless little girl was so pleasing to their eyes.
I knew that resistance was useless. The man who had been smoking thrust his penis hard into my vagina, while the other
man held my hands down and stared at me coldly.
The man who had been smoking moved violently on my body. I pleaded, "Please be gentler," but no one paid any attention to my pleas. At this
moment, the man next to me lowered his head again and began to kiss my tongue wildly, while his hands pressed hard against my
breasts.
Under the rape of the two men, I also reached an orgasm that I did not want.
(12)
After the two men finished, they went to the side to discuss something, and I began to put on my clothes.
Apart from extreme fear, the only thing that comforted me was that they had always worn
condoms when they entered my body, which meant that I did not have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy.
After getting dressed, I said I wanted to go home. They offered to drive me, but I refused. Without another word, they
dragged me out of the disco, one in front and one behind.
The man who had been smoking went to the parking lot to get his car, while the other man, supporting me—or rather, holding me hostage—was holding me at arm's length.
It was late, and there was hardly anyone around; escape seemed impossible.
Only then did I get a clearer look at the two men who had raped me. The driver, with slightly darker skin, appeared to be the younger brother.
He seemed to obey the man supporting me, who was probably the older brother, with fair skin. Later, I learned that
the younger brother's name was Jun, and the older brother's name was Jie. Of course, they weren't blood brothers, and their names couldn't be real.
Soon, Jun arrived in his black, long car—a type I rarely saw on the road .
Years later, when I developed an interest in cars, I learned it was a Cadillac.
Once in the car, I again begged to be driven home. They didn't speak, just sped off on the quiet, dark
road.
I didn't know where they were taking me. Were they going to kill me or sell me? The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became,
and my body started trembling. Jay, who was holding me, said, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."
God! He'd already raped me, and he said he wouldn't hurt me! Now I could only pray to God for protection! I
secretly planned to pretend I was still drunk and wait for an opportunity to escape safely.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at a luxurious hotel catering to foreigners. They seemed very familiar with the place;
they went into the lobby and headed straight for the elevators. I had planned to ask the hotel security for help, but there
wasn't a single security guard in sight. Two hotel staff members sat at the counter far away, not even looking up.
The hands of the Universal Clock on the wall pointed to 1 a.m. the next day, which was the time when people...
As I drifted off to sleep, deep in a sweet slumber, I didn't know what would happen next, but I could tell that these two
men were still not satisfied with me.
The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, and the doors opened, leading me to a luxurious suite . The room was
exquisitely furnished, fully equipped, and opulent—it was the first time I'd ever been to such a luxurious room.
The older man, Jay, said to me, "We'll rest here tonight." He then led me to the large bedroom,
saying, "You should rest for a while," before leaving, presumably to discuss something with Jun.
My fear lessened somewhat at this point, because we were in a public place like a hotel,
much better than being taken to a brothel, as I'd imagined. Even with them watching, I still had a chance to escape and call for help.
As I thought about it, my head started to throb. I'd drunk far too much last night; I
hadn't felt it while I was moving around, but once I calmed down, the alcohol hit me again.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep on the soft bed, Jay came in wearing his pajamas. I tried to get up, but he gently
pressed me back down. Jay said he was going to take a shower, and he would keep me company.
I had no strength or will to resist, and I knew that any resistance would be futile, so
I obediently let Jay do as he pleased.
Jay seemed quite satisfied with my performance, a rare smile appearing on his face. To be honest, this man
was very handsome, the refined type.
He gently undressed me, very tenderly, and then helped me change into my pajamas. When he saw my naked
body again, the burning desire in his eyes was gone, replaced by the image of an older brother dressing his young
sister. For a moment, I was moved, seemingly forgetting his earlier roughness.
Jay and I lay fully clothed on the large, soft bed, and he gently embraced me, talking to me. He said,
"You were the star of the dance hall last night; we were captivated by you." After saying that, a smile appeared on Jay's usually cold lips again
.
I remained silent, still pretending to be dizzy. Jay said, "Stop pretending, baby. I know you're sober now
." Seeing that Jay had seen through my little trick, I had no choice but to open my eyes and say, "Please let me go." For some reason,
I suddenly felt a fondness for Jay and a certain trust in him.
Jay replied, "I'll let you go when it's light, okay?" I shook my head. At this moment, Jay sat up and went to unbutton his pajamas
. In just one go, the pajamas slipped off his shoulders. Instantly,
the naked body of a handsome man was laid bare before the eyes of a 20-year-old woman.
I blushed and quickly buried my head in the pillow. At this moment, I felt Jay's naked body approaching,
accompanied by the scent of men's cologne.
My pajamas were also opened, and my body was once again exposed to the dim light...
(Thirteen) Jay slowly pressed down on my body, gently caressing me from top to bottom. Later, he put his hand
inside my genitals and gently explored. I began to react there.
Jay's hand penetrated deeper, and I felt it almost touching the vaginal wall. It hurt, but it was also very stimulating; the feeling
was strange.
Jay's grip gradually increased, and his body pressing down on me became noticeably heavier. Our naked
bodies intertwined, and I could feel the fine sweat seeping from our pores.
Then, Jay asked me to stroke his face, his chest muscles, and his penis. I closed my eyes,
obediently complying in a daze. Suddenly, Jay thrust his penis in quickly. Caught off guard, I
cried out, "Ah!" Instantly, my whole body was covered in sweat, and I gripped Jay's shoulders tightly. Amidst the pain,
the pleasure of sex arrived as expected.
I don't know how much time passed, only that it lasted a long time. Perhaps because of my obedience, Jay also reached his
first real orgasm of the night.
Afterwards, Jay hugged me and said, "You were so good this time. I like how good you are." I took the opportunity to say, "If you like
being with me, don't let Jun come over, okay?"
Jay smiled and said, "Jun is also very good; you'll like him." Jay hugged me and placed my head in
his chest. Soon, I fell asleep.
My sleep wasn't sound, after all, I was experiencing something I'd never felt before. In a daze, I felt Jay leave,
then return. Actually, it was Jun who had already showered who returned, but I didn't notice, still half-asleep.
Soon, a faint scent of soap wafted into my nostrils, making me feel itchy. I opened my eyes and
found Jun, completely naked, quietly watching me. My sheets were pulled aside, and my rounded breasts and sparse,
neatly arranged pubic hair were all visible to Jun.
I reached for the sheets, but Jun stopped me, saying, "Just look at you like this." So I curled up,
trying my best not to expose my absolute privacy to a strange man. But that was just self-deception
.
Jun found it amusing and asked with a laugh, "Am I that annoying?" It seemed Jay had told
him everything I'd said. I pretended not to hear. Jun started telling me jokes, the dirty kind, trying to cheer me up and
relax me.
I was still a student at the time, and of course, I hadn't heard many dirty jokes before
. I listened with a vague understanding, and unconsciously, my guard lowered.
I still didn't dare look at Jun because he was naked, especially his penis, which was
swaying right in front of me, bigger and thicker than Jie's. I thought to myself, how could my small vagina possibly accommodate
it? I didn't dare think any further.
Seeing that I wasn't as disgusted with him as before, and that my emotions had relaxed,
Jun's penis began to erect and become shiny as the dirty jokes became more explicit.
Jun came up from behind and hugged me tightly. I didn't resist and let him do as he pleased. He
started to get excited.
I thought he would turn me around and enter me from the front, but instead, he groped around from behind, and when he found
the entrance, he suddenly thrust his shiny penis in forcefully. This was the first time a man had penetrated me from behind
, and I was completely at a loss, wondering if I could get AIDS.
At the time, my knowledge of sexual positions and techniques was extremely limited. I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend from the front.
Moreover, the pleasure I had experienced before paled in comparison to what I was going through tonight.
Here, though unwillingly, I completely relaxed (and had no choice but to),
experiencing the joy and wonder of sex for the first time.
Jun had helped me up, and I lay prone on the bed, Jun thrusting violently from behind. My
long hair was scattered across the bed, clinging to my cheeks with sweat. I had entered a state of frenzy, seemingly forgetting
all shame.
Fourteen
. At this moment, Jie came out of the bathroom, wiping the water droplets from his body and peering at our bed.
Jun and I had entered a state of complete absorption in our lovemaking; my whole body was drenched in sweat, my cheeks and
body slightly flushed from the passion. I think I must have looked incredibly alluring.
Jie, perhaps stimulated, quickly dried his hair and came over to watch us make love. Seeing
Jay, whom I had feelings for, approach, my blush deepened, my body radiating youthful sexual allure and releasing
the unique scent of a young girl's breasts.
Jay wiped the sweat from my body, his other hand involuntarily beginning to caress my breasts
, which were swollen and full; his large, slender hand couldn't even fully cover them.
Jay lowered his head to kiss me, a passionate, fiery kiss, his caresses becoming increasingly rapid.
Surrounded by the sexual encounter of two men, my mind went almost blank. I forgot my fatigue, forgot my fear, only feeling as if
I were floating on air. This feeling was something I had only seen in the erotic novels my roommates secretly read, but
never experienced. Then Jay brought his penis up and forcefully shoved it into my mouth. In an instant
, I almost choked; I was a little overwhelmed, almost vomiting. Seeing my intense reaction, Jay quickly
moved it out of my mouth, but he didn't give up the rare opportunity to give me oral sex.
My ex-boyfriend also asked me to do this for him. I tried a few times, but I wasn't used to it and just went through the motions.
Perhaps psychologically, I have an unchangeable aversion to female-to-male oral sex. As for male-to-female oral sex, I think only
men who truly love a woman from the bottom of their hearts would do it, except for sex perverts , of course. Seeing that I wasn't used to oral sex, Jie started to move me. He pressed my head up and down, and I 　　felt suffocated
again . 　　At this moment, Jun, who was behind me, saw everything Jie and I were doing. He was intensely stimulated and suddenly shouted 　　, ejaculating his semen, then collapsed onto my smooth back. 　　After overcoming the initial discomfort, I began to feel something for Jie's oral sex. Unconsciously, I started to suck 　　on Jie's penis. I only felt comfortable with Jie. Later, I tried it again with my husband, but it 　　was still unsuccessful. 　　Moved by my initiative, Jay couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly pulled his penis out of my mouth and 　　ejaculated. The white fluid, warmed by Jay's body, splashed unceremoniously onto my face, and 　　I instantly fainted again. 　　The fact that Jay didn't ejaculate into my mouth shows he cherished me and didn't want 　　to humiliate me for his own pleasure. Thinking back on that night, if the initial experience at the disco 　　was utter rape, devoid of any pleasure, then the hotel experience, though unwilling, 　　did involve some pleasure from the "sexual assault," and ultimately, I didn't object. 　　People now call encounters between strangers and sexual encounters "one-night stands," which I think is a very fitting description 　　. I prefer to define my encounter with Jay and Jun as a "one-night stand." Let's consider the initial "rape" 　　as a beautiful encounter that began with a mistake! 　　Because what happened later went far beyond simple sex, becoming more emotionally complex, but we still 　　adhered to the rules of a one-night stand, parting ways at dawn. 　　It wasn't intentional; everything just happened naturally. 　　(XV) 　　Later, Jay helped me clean up briefly, then embraced my naked body and fell asleep on the large Simmons mattress. 　　I obediently nestled against his shoulder and soon drifted off to sleep as well. 　　We slept like this for about three and a half hours, and it was already getting light outside. At this time, 　　Jun, who was sleeping in the small bedroom outside, got up, dressed, and prepared to leave. Jay also woke up. I thought, they're leaving, I'm going to be free. 　　Jun came over, saw the way Jay and I were sleeping in each other's arms, and smiled, saying, "What a sweet couple 　　." Hearing this, I quickly pulled away from Jay's embrace, and Jun smiled even more smugly. 　　Jun walked to my side, leaned down, and said, "Let's say goodbye." Then he gently kissed my forehead. 　　I smelled a faint scent of tobacco on him; he was the first man to have sex with me from behind. 　　Jun felt the farewell ceremony was missing something, so he reached in again, running a finger across my back from 　　top to bottom, sending a barely perceptible shiver down my spine. 　　Jun's finger paused on my buttocks, then his hand gently caressed them a few times before finally pinching 　　them, seemingly satisfied. My face flushed crimson once more. 　　Jun left, and Jie prepared to get up. For a moment, I felt an immediate sense of release, but a 　　strange feeling of loss also washed over me. 　　Sensitive Jie seemed to sense my disappointment; he pulled back the covers, staring intently at my naked body, making 　　me feel uneasy. Jie lay back down, embracing me and saying, "Let me linger with you a little longer; you're so 　　irresistible." 　　I acquiesced. Jie held me tightly, my breasts pressed flat by his broad chest muscles, 　　his legs clamping around mine, as if trying to meld me into his body. 　　I embraced him in the same way. In that instant, we both felt a deep longing for each other. 　　Jay kissed me again, so gently, as if afraid of waking a sleeping child. 　　I quietly buried my head in Jay's chest, and I could hear his slightly rapid breathing and 　　the pounding of his heart. This man was the second man I had ever been intimate with, the first man to have taken my virginity through rape 　　, the first man I was willing to perform oral sex on and who would make me ejaculate.

Then Jay said to me, "Shall we do it one last time?" I didn't answer immediately. Jay added, "I won't force you.
I already owe you so much."
Then, Jay obediently held me, no longer as domineering as before. The sky outside the window grew brighter;
it was probably 5 a.m.
Jay released me, intending to get up and leave. For some reason, I grabbed Jay's arm,
looking at him softly, but said nothing. Jay seemed to understand my hint, hugged me again,
then gently pushed me down, pressing himself against me. I closed my eyes, gently holding Jay's penis in my hand,
guiding it to my entrance, then silently feeling a man's body enter me again.
This time, Jay and I were very gentle, slow, as if trying to hold back the fleeting time, or
perhaps to carefully savor the most beautiful moment between people.
Because of the tight embrace, fine beads of sweat once again seeped from both of our bodies. Jay
suckled me dry with his mouth, and I responded by sucking the sweat off his body.
As we suckled, Jay said, "I want to leave a mark on you." I quickly said no, afraid someone would see. He laughed
and said, "Then you shouldn't be with other men for the next few days." Then he started sucking between my breasts,
it hurt a little, but it felt very pleasurable.
Soon, Jay's teeth marks were left between my breasts, red and quite pretty, with a provocative
ambiguity. I said I wanted revenge, and then I suckled at Jay's nipple, soon
leaving a small woman's teeth marks on his body.
Jay seemed aroused by my teasing, he pressed my head down, making me kiss his nipple. I flinched a few times,
then complied. Deep down, I felt I was doing it willingly.
With my cooperation, I could feel that what Jie had inside me was getting bigger and bigger, stretching my lower
body and causing some pain. I couldn't help but pull on Jie's thing...
(Sixteen)
With my help, Jie followed the rhythm of my hand, moving up and down on my body. Finally, he
poured a stream of hot liquid into my lower body. This was the first time my vagina had tasted a man's semen.
Before, my boyfriend and I always used condoms.
Jie said, "Sleep a little longer, I have to go." He got up and dressed. By this time, I was exhausted, both
physically and mentally.
After dressing, Jie put something under my pillow and then whispered in my ear, "
I've arranged the hotel. Someone will drive you back when you leave. Don't forget to take an emergency contraceptive
pill when you wake up. I put it under your pillow."
I nodded. Jie hugged me one last time, put his lips to my ear, and whispered, "I will remember
this unforgettable night, and a beautiful woman..."
When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside the window. I had slept for more than four hours. The huge, luxurious
private room was now empty except for me.
I wanted to laze around a little longer, but then I remembered I needed to take my birth control pills. I quickly got up, reached under my pillow, and pulled out a
thick envelope and a box of birth control pills. Inside the envelope was a neatly arranged 10,000 yuan. Was this
money Jie and Jun left for me? Was it compensation, or some kind of exchange of sex? I thought if
they were still alive, I would never take this money.
This 10,000 yuan with its unusual origins had troubled me for a long time. I secretly told myself that
I must not spend this money. I didn't want to ruin the beautiful night Jie and Jun had given me.
Later, the school had a donation opportunity, and I took the chance to donate the 10,000 yuan to
two female college students from a poor mountain area. I even received praise from the school for it. But in my heart, I said I should thank
Jie and Jun.
As I was about to leave the hotel, I stood silently by the window, lost in thought, recalling the
scenes that had just passed.
One night filled my 20 years as a woman with so much—so many firsts.
It included drunkenness, fear, violence, caresses, sex, pleasure, tenderness, and a touch of lingering affection
.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but return to that large Simmons bed, the bed where I had
given my body to two men simultaneously. I lay on my back, seemingly trying to smell Jay's cologne
and Jun's faint tobacco scent.
But the night had fallen, and the past would never return.
Back at the small apartment with my boyfriend, he was still there; his ex-girlfriend had left sometime earlier.
He had been looking for me for a long time and confessed that to comfort his ex-girlfriend, they had slept together the previous night—
twice! He begged for my forgiveness.
Initially feeling guilty, I felt relieved after hearing this.
Later, my boyfriend, now my husband, and I married. We lived a respectful life together, and our sex
life was also very harmonious.
We share our true feelings about sex. When my husband can't satisfy me, I tell him,
and he watches me masturbate until I reach orgasm.
My husband is often away on business trips, and fearing I'd be lonely, he bought me a female vibrator. At first,
I couldn't accept it, but he persuaded me, and I eventually did.
My husband and I are that open, transparent, progressive, and democratic about sex. Except for that one night I
met Jie and Jun, which I kept a secret.
Later, when my husband was out of town on business, he succumbed to the seduction and enticement of a rather attractive female client
and slept with her. He confessed to me when he returned.
Surprisingly, I didn't react emotionally or argue. Perhaps my experience that night gave
me a deeper understanding of sex.
I see sex as an indispensable spice in life; as long as you approach it with an open heart,
you can find pleasure in it. From a human perspective, I understand that men need stimulation, and women also need desire
.
Therefore, we ended up having the wife-swapping game with C and Q.
Speaking of which, let's take our thoughts back to my home in Beijing. At this point, C and I were already...
After dinner, I sat down on the sofa in the living room again.
(17)
C ate dinner with great relish, perhaps because my cooking was good, or perhaps because his physical needs were fully met
.
C and I both drank some red wine and were in high spirits. After intimate contact between a man and a woman,
the sense of unfamiliarity almost disappeared.
Humans are sometimes really strange. Even after knowing each other for ten years, they may still be wary of each other, but after having sex
, even if they have only known each other for a short time, they can develop a certain understanding and trust. As the saying goes, "A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness," perhaps
that's the reason.
C suggested watching a DVD for a while. He picked out a South Korean erotic film called "Peach" from my DVD shelf.
It had a lot of sex scenes, but the South Koreans filmed it very beautifully, erotic but not chaotic.
At this time, my husband called from Tianjin to ask about our situation. I said that we had already eaten
dinner and were watching a DVD. I would take a shower in a while.
I went to the side and asked my husband in a low voice, "How is Q treating him?" My husband laughed and said that she was very good, just as good as me. Hearing this,
a fleeting pang of jealousy crossed my mind.
I reminded my husband to take care of himself and asked him what he had for dinner. He said they had fast food;
Q had ordered Pizza Hut pizza from outside.
Pizza is one of my husband's favorite foods, and I secretly thought, "Q really knows how to please men
; my husband will definitely have a great time with her tonight."
While my husband and I were discussing the situation, C and Q also spoke on the phone. The general situation was that their progress was
similar to ours, and Q and my husband were going to take a shower soon.
Later, my husband and C also spoke on the phone, discussing a video call at 10:30 PM
to broadcast each other's lovemaking with each other's wives. According to the rules of wife-swapping, both parties must be transparent with each other, and
our long-distance wife-swapping had already violated the rules.
Finally, at C and my husband's request, I also spoke with Q on the phone. I invited Q to
visit my home in Beijing sometime, and Q told me to be nice to C, and she would be nice to my husband in return.
After hanging up the phone, C and I fell silent for a moment, just watching the DVD quietly. The plot on TV gradually
reached its climax, and there were more and more sex scenes. C became restless again, wrapping her right arm around my waist and
reaching her other hand inside my lower body, silently caressing me. Soon, I was wet.
C gestured for me to do it again, and I said, "Let's take a shower first." C said, "Let's go together." I said, "
You go first, I'm not used to showering with someone." So C gave up and went to shower by herself.
Meanwhile, my husband and C were also taking a shower, enjoying a "couple's bath."
Of course, it was the husband who suggested showering together, and although Q was shy, she agreed to her husband's request.
At that moment, Q changed into a semi-transparent bathrobe and came out of the bedroom, preparing to go to the bathroom. Her husband, who was resting in the living room
, saw her and came to greet her. Underneath her bathrobe, Q wore only shorts. Through the robe,
her large, dark red areolas were faintly visible. A woman dressed like this is most alluring. Her husband
roughly pressed Q against the living room wall.
Q struggled, saying, "Let me take a shower first." Her husband, disregarding her struggles, held her arms tightly and pressed his
lips to hers. They began a passionate kiss, his tongue frantically exploring Q's mouth, while Q
retreated step by step.
His hands also began to move, quickly pulling Q's bathrobe down to her waist, exposing her upper body.
His hands roamed and kneaded her breasts repeatedly, and Q couldn't help but moan.
Q was this kind of woman; she never hid her pleasure. Last time at her house, in front of me and C,
she would loudly express her pleasure whenever she felt it. Q is a woman who knows how to enjoy life and sex.
Her husband's hands began to tear at Q's panties, revealing her pubic hair, the most private part of her body. Q's
pubic hair was so thick; it must have been the best gift she could give to the man she loved.
(18)
At this point, the husband was already losing control and wanted to have sex with Q while standing. Q said, "This isn't comfortable.
I'll go take a shower first, and you can come in after 10 minutes."
Ten minutes later, the husband went in and saw that Q had already hidden her body in the bathtub water, the surface of the bathtub covered
with thick foam. Q said, "You can shower standing up." After saying that, a strange smile flashed across her face.
Of course, the husband wouldn't miss this opportunity. He didn't care about anything else and quickly took off his bathrobe, about to step
into the bathtub. Q laughed and hurriedly said, "No, no," but she still came in, and the water in the bathtub sloshed
and overflowed.
At this moment, Q's body was clearly visible in the water, completely exposed. Q hurriedly tried to cover her private parts with her hands, but in
front of a man towering over her, no amount of covering would be enough. Helpless, Q covered her
eyes with her hands, her face turning bright red with embarrassment.
After all, this was Q's first time playing with another man in the bathroom, naked and facing each other.
Her husband slowly immersed his body into the warm water. Q seemed to have sprayed perfume in the water;
it smelled the same as the perfume she wore during the day.
The soft, naked body, the rising steam, the intoxicating perfume—everything, everything, created an ambiguous
erotic scene. It would be almost impossible for a man to remain unmoved in such an atmosphere.
Her husband moved closer, gently lifting Q's legs and spreading them to his sides, then wrapped his arms around her waist,
pulling her into his embrace. At this moment, his penis, which had been erect for ten minutes, was positioned directly against Q's vulva, and with the lubrication of the water
, he thrust inside.
Q, her vagina intensely stimulated, tried to struggle in the water, but her husband had already pulled her completely into
his arms. Only the water in the bathtub rippled under their combined movements.
For a moment, the bathroom became quiet. Only the dripping of a slightly ajar faucet and
the occasional sound of water overflowing from the tub rang out.
Her husband softly asked Q, "Is this okay?" Q shyly replied, "This is my first time doing this, and I
've never done it with C before." Q's words undoubtedly encouraged her husband, who held her even tighter, his penis also throbbing.
The friction was slow but powerful, rubbing against her body.
Q responded excitedly to her husband, kissing his wet nipples, their tongues
entwining once more. The steam in the bathroom grew heavier, as if they were in the clouds, and their lovemaking seemed to
have entered a fairyland.
The husband thrust vigorously, Q braced herself on his shoulders, her upper body arching back, her breasts
swaying wildly in front of him. He tried to grab them, but failed several times because of the slippery water. Finally, he managed to grab them
, and Q cried out loudly…
Meanwhile, C and I were also making progress. C quickly finished showering and then called me to shower. I went in wearing a bathrobe,
intending to tidy up first. C was standing in front of the vanity mirror, drying her wet hair.
Although my bathrobe wasn't transparent, the neckline was quite low, and my full breasts couldn't be completely concealed, revealing
half of my body. I tried to hold the front of the robe with one hand while cleaning the bathtub with the other, but in my busyness, I forgot
.
C, standing in front of the mirror, had already seen me bending over, my drooping breasts seemingly
sending a seductive signal. Just as I vaguely sensed C peeping, he had already embraced
me from behind, and both my breasts were immediately grasped in his hands.
Without allowing me to explain or consent, C had already lifted me onto the dressing table, spread my legs
, torn off my underwear, and quickly entered me. In that instant, I seemed to find the long-lost pleasure of being raped.
I no longer resisted C, letting his roughness and impulse take over. I knew that my husband and Q were also, like us, currently
immersed in the river of sexual desire.
I just didn't know what methods or positions they used, or how open Q would be. Thinking about Q's possible
"selflessness" towards her husband, I couldn't help but feel jealous again. I think C might
have thought of this too.
So, I wanted to do something for the man who was currently working inside me. Although it
wasn't very comfortable to have sex on the dressing table for the first time, I started moaning for this man. I knew that my
moans would give him confidence and pleasure. Sure enough, C was infected by my moans, and
his little brother moved more vigorously inside me. Before I knew it, I started moaning.
I knew that my orgasm was coming. (19) After taking a shower, my husband and Q lay down on Q's wedding bed for a short rest, waiting for 　　our video call
at 10:30 pm . Q was wearing a suspender bra that vaguely revealed her nipples and only a small pair of panties. 　　She nestled in her husband's arms like 　　a little bird . Her husband's lips were whispering something in Q's ear, while Q savored 　　the delicate sensations he was giving her. 　　Gradually, Q's hands began to caress her husband's chest, intentionally or unintentionally. Her husband said, "Don't stimulate me, or 　　I'll get hard again." Q said she didn't believe him, and subconsciously touched her husband's genitals; sure enough, it was already erect 　　. 　　Q laughed and said, "You still have quite the fighting spirit!" Her husband then took Q's hand and placed it on his already 　　erect member, letting Q hold it, as if to prove something, or perhaps to ask Q for more tenderness. 　　Q obediently held it, and then got up to kiss her husband's chest, then slowly moved down to the 　　pubic hair. Q hesitated for a moment, then decisively sucked her husband's penis into her mouth, 　　sucking passionately for a few moments before spitting it out. By this time, Q's face was flushed. 　　Q wanted to stop there, but her husband, having already tasted the pleasure, wasn't about to give up. Q smiled and refused 　　, but her husband rolled over and pinned her down, frantically "ravaging" her until she begged for mercy. 　　Q liked her husband, so she was willing to give him oral sex, but she was, after all, a woman, and 　　always maintained a bit of reserve in front of a man she wasn't very familiar with. 　　When Q took her husband's penis into her mouth again, she seemed to want to savor it carefully, her movements slow, slowly 　　swallowing it. Gradually, Q's sucking began to quicken, and her husband, lying on his back, 　　couldn't help but moan softly. 　　Q's sucking was rhythmic, her freshly washed hair cascading down, obscuring her facial 　　expression. Her petite body, curled at the feet of a naked man, outlined exquisite curves; any man 　　would be aroused by such a sight. 　　Q was already covered in sweat. Her husband reminded her, "I can't hold on much longer." Q seemed not to hear and 　　continued sucking. Her husband said again, "I'm going to cum." Q still didn't stop, her grip on his penis seeming 　　to tighten, the sucking frequency increasing, and moans began to escape her lips. 　　Her husband shouted again, "I'm going to cum." The words had barely left his lips when a gush of fluid erupted from his body 　　. Instantly, Q stopped, catching all of her husband's semen in her mouth. Then, she slowly rose, 　　found a handkerchief, spat the fluid into it, and looked up at her husband with a gentle smile, a blush 　　returning to her face. 　　C and I got into bed, chatting idly as we waited patiently for 10:30. We 　　lay separately, with me intentionally keeping a distance from C, who seemed a little unhappy. 　　But I felt I'd given C too much tonight; he should be satisfied. In terms of sex, 　　compared to women, men seem never to be satisfied. I secretly thought the originator of this "wife-swapping game" 　　must be a man; men wish every woman in the world were their lover—that's men 　　's attitude towards sex and women. 　　The clock struck the agreed time. C and I opened our video call. My husband and Q hadn't 　　joined yet; they were cleaning up the mess from earlier. 　　After a short while, they came online. We exchanged pleasantries, briefly reported on the progress, and the final score 　　was 3 to 2—we'd lost one round. 　　C's expression wasn't very cheerful, I remained indifferent, while my husband and Q seemed very excited 　　; it seemed they'd conquered each other tonight. 　　The four of us kept refusing to let the other person go first, and we were at an impasse for more than 10 minutes before the husband and q finally agreed.

Unable to resist our insistence, especially my reserve, they had no choice but to compromise and start.
My intention was to see how Q would "entertain" her husband, how skilled she was, and what techniques she used,
so I could better gauge my approach towards C. You could say I had ulterior motives here.
The live video broadcast of the wife-swapping game finally began.
(20)
Before it started, the husband and Q smiled at the camera simultaneously, and C and I smiled back. Afterward,
Q lay down obediently, and the husband lay on his side next to her, reaching out to embrace her.
Q made a very slight upward thrust to meet him, which I noticed thanks to my keen female observation. I wondered
if C had noticed it.
Then the husband began to untie the straps of Q's camisole. He was very skilled and it came off easily. Q covered her breasts with her hands
. The husband then went to take off her panties. Q struggled, but he managed to take them off smoothly.
The husband pressed down on her, pulling off his only covering—his shorts. They began
kissing, a very light kiss, perhaps because C and I were watching; the husband and Q were quite reserved.
Then the husband kissed Q's breasts, but only briefly before getting straight to the point. As the husband
's body entered Q's, their movements became passionate. Q's body was visibly erect,
actively responding to the husband's thrusts.
I glanced at C; he was glued to the screen, and I think he had already noticed Q's initiative.
He looked at me then, took my hand, and gripped it tightly.
I smiled at C and softly asked, "Jealous?" C just shook his head and didn't say anything more. As the husband
and Q's lovemaking deepened, C's grip on my hand tightened. I understood C's feelings as a man
.
I placed my other hand on C's and said, "Don't worry, I'll be there later." C looked at me with some confusion
. What does this mean? Actually, even I don't know the exact meaning I'm trying to express.
Amidst Q's usual moans, my husband and Q finished. It wasn't too restrained, nor too passionate; the timing was
just right. Actually, this was within my expectations, and it was the bottom line I could accept.
I know that without video surveillance, my husband and Q's sex wouldn't be so bland, but as long as
I didn't witness it, I could accept it. Because my sex with Q is something only husband and wife can do, and
if my husband and Q saw it, they wouldn't be too happy.
It's like "protesting too much," but sometimes people are really strange; even knowing it's self-deception
, they still have to hide it. Perhaps that's the mentality of the four of us at this moment.
It was my turn with C. I quietly lay down, gently turning my face to one side so the camera would
n't record my facial expressions.
C first lowered his head to kiss me; I could feel his nervousness, and I mechanically responded. Then C's hand slipped
inside my pajamas and began to knead my breasts. He then explored downwards, and
soon I was wet; C's penis was also erect.
C unbuttoned my pajamas and quickly pulled down my underwear, pressing heavily against me. But he was too nervous, and
several attempts to penetrate failed; sweat beaded on C's forehead.
I quietly reached over with my hand, which was behind the camera, and guided C's penis to the entrance, then forcefully inserted
it into my body. C seemed grateful for my help, thrusting vigorously inside me, his tongue 　　finding mine
again , entwining with mine until it reached the base. I seemed to forget that my husband and QQ were watching online, and 　　involuntarily began to match C's movements. 　　Each of C's thrusts wasn't fast, but very powerful, reaching deep into my vagina. This 　　time, C and I did very well, reaching orgasm in the most traditional way. 　　When C ejaculated, I pressed my breasts tightly against his chest, my hands digging 　　into his back. C returned the gesture with a breathtaking and dizzying embrace, like a man who had just ejaculated. 　　(Twenty-one) 　　The climax of the wife-swapping game finally ended. 　　In the end, the husband and C agreed to leave each other's homes promptly before 9 a.m. after breakfast the next morning. 　　Then we turned off the video call, tidied up a bit, and prepared to sleep. After all, we 　　had already exhausted too much energy and physical strength today, and we were both quite tired. 　　Thinking back on it later, it felt quite funny. Our wife-swapping game seemed like we were rushing to complete a work quota, 　　focusing too much on the number of times, and neglecting the physical sensations during the process. 　　C suggested that we sleep together, and this time I didn't refuse this sensitive and delicate man. I obediently 　　lay down next to him, letting him hug me freely. 　　Later, C took off both of our underwear, and I didn't object. C and I, a 　　man obtained through "wife-swapping," slept naked in each other's arms. 　　Later, C inserted his penis again, soft but only symbolically. 　　I asked curiously, "Are you still going?" C smiled and said, "No, but it's good to stay like this for a while!" 　　I didn't object, letting C freely explore my body, inside and out. After all, he was 　　a man I could never forget. 　　Occasionally, I'd wake up in the middle of the night to find C's head buried between my breasts, sleeping soundly and sweetly. I 　　looked at him with satisfaction and soon drifted off to sleep again. 　　Later, I felt something sucking on my nipple. I opened my eyes and saw C sucking on it. I was 　　touched, and even in the darkness, I felt my face getting hot. 　　C noticed me watching him and stopped. I could sense he was a little shy. 　　I silently took the initiative to hug him and kiss his nipple. 　　Gradually, our embrace grew stronger, and I reignited C's passion. C bent 　　down to find my pubic hair, and once she found it, she began to lick and kiss it with her tongue. It felt very itchy, and I silently enjoyed 　　it. 　　As C licked and kissed, my body began to tremble with an indescribable sensation. C began to spread my legs 　　, and I obediently complied. C licked and kissed the entrance to my vagina with her tongue, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

I could feel my genitals were already wet, and C was licking them. I felt a
pleasure I had never experienced before. It was different from the pleasure of male penetration; it didn't have that intense shock and impact
, but it was just soothing—was it like "a gentle spring rain nourishing the earth"?
Later, unable to resist the stimulation and temptation, I sat up, somewhat lost in the moment, and pushed C onto the bed. I
recklessly straddled C, grasped his penis, and thrust it forcefully into my vagina.
I began to move wildly on C's body.
C started to moan, and I lowered my head to kiss C's lips. C supported my buttocks with his hands; at that moment, C and I
seemed to become one, both physically and mentally. I was later astonished by my own passion and frenzy.
In the darkness, C finally found what he wanted in my reserved body. You could say I
held nothing back. However, I also gained a man's experience of oral sex on a woman from C; it was my first
time.
(22)
A ray of sunlight streamed into the bedroom, waking C and me from our slumber. Opening my eyes, C and I were still naked
, embracing each other, covered only by a sheet. My breasts and C's pubic hair were peacefully exposed.
I smiled at C, then quickly got up to get dressed. C pulled me back, scrutinizing my face,
then gave me a tight hug, pressing down on my breasts until they were deformed. I felt a man's
tenderness and affection.
I said, "Lie down a little longer, I'll get you something to eat." After a quick wash, I looked at myself in the mirror.
Perhaps it was the effect of sex, but my already fair skin had a slight blush.
I went into the kitchen, toasted some bread, peeled a few oranges and put them in the juicer,
warmed some fresh milk in the microwave, sliced some lean ham and arranged them on plates, then fried two eggs in a frying pan.
After getting everything ready, I noticed something seemed missing, so I quickly made two vegetable salads. Satisfied,
I went to the bedroom to call C over for breakfast.
C was already up, quickly dressed, washed up, and followed me into the kitchen. Seeing
the sumptuous breakfast already laid out on the table, C couldn't help but exclaim, "You're such a good housewife!" I smiled and said, "
Eat quickly, it'll get cold soon."
Meanwhile, my husband and Q were also having breakfast. Their meal was relatively simple: boiled eggs, porridge, steamed buns
, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.
I thought, Q is a charming woman in flirting and in bed, and I'm ashamed of myself; but in housework,
I'm slightly better than her. Isn't our wife-swapping game really just about craving something new, craving
something we've never had before? My husband found the sexiness, coquettishness, and gentle charm of a fashionable woman with Q, while C 　　experienced the emotions of a reserved, intellectual woman, and the warmth of family
with me . 　　And what did Q and I, as two women, two relatively subordinate roles, gain in this wife-swapping game 　　? 　　I know clearly that I received a kind of lovemaking that my husband never gave me, 　　a passion that had dwindled in recent years, and the tenderness of a sensitive and delicate man—that's enough. 　　What did Q get? I can't know the exact feeling. But I know that, as a woman, her husband will also 　　become an indispensable part of her life's memories. Perhaps one day, all the details will be blurred, his voice 　　and smile will be forgotten, but the feeling of a man entering her body will become eternal. 　　It was 9 o'clock, time to say goodbye. Before leaving, C looked at me and said, "Don't you want to say something to me 　　?" I shook my head and just smiled at him. 　　To be honest, I really didn't know what to say to this man. Should I say "goodbye," or "welcome back"? 　　I think these goodbyes don't suit our special relationship. 　　C was a little disappointed, turned to leave, and slowed down at the door, as if expecting something. 　　I followed, hesitated slightly, then hugged C from behind, pressing my face against C's back. 　　Silently, we stood there like that. The morning sun hung quietly outside the window, only a gentle 　　breeze occasionally stirring the floor-to-ceiling curtains; time seemed to stand still at that moment. 　　Music began playing again from the stereos in the shops along the street outside, and my thoughts soared with the lyrical melody, 　　flying far, far away. 　　(Twenty-three) 　　Three months later, I was in Fuzhou. The college had sent me to the southwest region for a study tour, first to Chengdu, then to 　　Chongqing. In China, study tours are often linked to tourism and vacations; this was a sign of the college leadership 　　's attention to us young teachers. 　　The host organization had a packed schedule; besides meetings, exchanges, and field trips, there was very little free time for personal 　　activities each day, but it was very fulfilling. 　　Since graduating from university and staying on as a faculty member, I've rarely had the opportunity to travel, to immerse myself completely 　　in an unfamiliar environment, to forget the trivialities and unpleasantness of daily life, to relax, to sort out my 　　thoughts, and to have a complete rest. It's truly a rare treat. 　　Before leaving, I informed two male online friends in Chengdu and Chongqing that I was coming, 　　jokingly saying they would warmly welcome me and do their best as hosts, to which they readily agreed. 　　Men are generally very attentive to "beautiful women" (I'm a little embarrassed here, please don't laugh), especially intellectual women 　　. Actually, there's nothing wrong with that; women are often called "the weak," born 　　needing men's care. Women find dependence in being cared for, and men gain confidence from being cared for—that's my 　　view. 　　But the schedule was too tight. I had arranged to meet with my Chengdu online friend, let's call him A, several times, 　　but I had to cancel each time. Later, A came to visit me at my place. We sat for a while in the hotel coffee shop. 　　Time was a factor, but the main reason was that the real A was far less "carefree and refined 　　" than his online persona, which was a bit disappointing. 　　Of course, my initial intention in meeting my online friend was to get to know him in real life.

The goal was simple: to communicate better and hopefully become good friends. In real life, social
circles are limited, and with fierce competition, it's rare to find true friends among colleagues. Online chat
is indeed a great platform for making friends, expanding modern people's social space.
But this is a woman's perspective; from a man's point of view, his motives are more complex. A might
be that kind of man. A's Mandarin is quite poor. Even with my fluent pronunciation, no matter how well I
try to understand his Mandarin, it always sounds a bit comical, which somewhat diminishes
my positive feelings towards him.
A's meetings with me seemed to go beyond just drinking tea and chatting; he repeatedly asked to see my room.
Of course, I understood the subtext behind his words: firstly, I hadn't even considered that possibility, and secondly, A wasn't
the man I was attracted to. Even if I were attracted to someone, my moral compass would prevent me from crossing that line.
A knew I had participated in "wife-swapping games," and when we met and talked about it, I could tell he was envious
. A half-jokingly suggested that we try it together. I politely declined, saying that wife-swapping requires four
people, and two people can't play.
A sensed my refusal and seemed somewhat dejected and disappointed. Later in the conversation, A lost his initial excitement, and
our chat became rambling. Just then, my phone rang, and I used the opportunity to make an excuse and say
goodbye to A.
A seemed to agree, so we quickly said goodbye. Watching A's departing figure, I thought that saying goodbye
really meant "never seeing each other again."
I stayed in Chengdu for two more days before heading to Chongqing. The itinerary for the trip to Chongqing was relatively
relaxed, leaving more free time.
As soon as I arrived in Chongqing, my online friend B called, saying he wanted to treat me to a welcome-back dinner. B was originally a
junior editor at a publishing house, but later he ventured into the publishing industry and started a cultural business, making a
fortune within a few years.
B invited me to Chongqing hot pot on the phone, wanting me to experience the true meaning of "numbing" and "spicy."
I can handle spicy food very well, but I'd never tried "numbing," so this seemed like an opportunity, and I gladly accepted.
B's voice on the phone was very gentle, and his pronunciation was very standard, probably because of his editing background and cultural
background. I secretly hoped that this former editor wouldn't become a mercenary businessman.
(Twenty-four)
In China, a BMW, to some extent, signifies the owner's status and economic position, and B picked
me up in a BMW.
But as I expected, B was dressed very casually: casual trousers, a t-shirt, and a casual suit—this
was the complete attire of a Chongqing man like B, looking no different from my students.
But unlike me, B carried a mini laptop with her, and a busy air was etched on
her face, which, despite being in her thirties, gave her a slightly weathered look.
Since B and I had known each other online for over two years, aside from never having met in person,
we knew each other intimately—temperament, personality, hobbies, and so on. So after a brief exchange of pleasantries, we were
like old friends.
B and I maintained our consistent online personas, so our conversation flowed smoothly. I remained as
aloof and reserved as ever, with a mischievous yet melancholic air; while B remained as generous and humorous as ever,
decisive yet with a touch of domineering.
B was actually observing me closely. Today, I was dressed casually, just wearing ordinary
jeans; I didn't want B to glean anything from my attire.
I had deliberately worn glasses today, though the prescription was only a little over 100 degrees, something I rarely wore.
I figured I was doing this to appear older. Besides, men don't like ugly women, so this
would be safer.
The hot pot arrived, and it's true what they say, you don't know how spicy food can be eaten like this until you've been to Chongqing
. Even I, a northern woman who usually prides myself on being able to handle spice, had to surrender here. Seeing my disheveled state from the spiciness, B kept
laughing—a genuine laugh, which I instinctively thought was the smile a father gives his daughter.
B and I were inseparable online. B knew about my experience with "wife-swapping," and I knew he
had slept with four women. Two were his ex-girlfriends, one was his wife, and the fourth was his client,
a wealthy woman in her middle age.
We had talked about sex many times online, and he even found out my
bra size. He also proudly boasted about his "stamina."
Although we didn't eat much hot pot, it didn't dampen our enthusiasm for conversation. B asked me if I was disappointed after meeting in person
. I laughed and said, "You're still the same. There's not much difference between online and real life, it's fine."
I also asked B, "What's your impression after seeing this?" B initially smiled without answering, but after my "threatening" remark, said,
"A bit old, like an old lady from the neighborhood committee, but Northern women really have big hips, more sexy than us Southern women
." We both burst into laughter.
After dinner, B suggested, "Let's go for a drive and see the night view of Chongqing since it became a municipality." I nodded in
agreement.
Along the way, accompanied by soothing music and B's concise but insightful commentary, with the evening breeze gently blowing
, I quietly experienced the mountain city charm of Chongqing—it was very pleasant. I felt as if I had entered a state of bliss, and for a moment,
I felt like my husband was sitting beside me. Only the faint lingering spicy taste on my lips reminded me that
this man was just an online friend I had just met—both a living reality and so virtual and ethereal
.
It was already past 11 pm, and I said to B, "Take me back to my hotel." B nodded, said nothing,
and drove silently the whole way. Feeling the atmosphere was a bit somber, I tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but for a moment I didn't know
where to begin.
For a moment, B and I fell silent, with only the music drifting through the car, and occasionally
a damp breeze would sweep past the window, abruptly slipping into my clothes and seeping into my skin.
(Twenty-five)
As the car approached our accommodation, B asked, "Are you going back the day after tomorrow?" I said I had booked a flight for the day after tomorrow. B
remained silent, and I did too.
We arrived at the hotel. B didn't get up from his seat, saying, "Get some rest." I hesitated for a moment, then said, "
Would you like to sit in my room for a bit?" B laughed this time, saying, "Aren't you afraid of inviting a wolf into your house? An invitation in the middle of the night might make
me have all sorts of wild thoughts."
I laughed and said, "Don't overthink it, I'm just being polite!" For some reason, I felt
completely unguarded towards this "stranger" in front of me; deep down, I felt he wouldn't hurt me. My mind was conflicted—I wanted B to come up
and sit for a bit, but I also wanted him to leave quickly. So B got out of the car and followed me into the elevator. It was midnight
, and there were only the two of us in the elevator. B stood next to me, and I wanted to keep some distance, so I moved away slightly.
B followed my movement and moved closer. I moved again, and he followed again.
I deliberately looked at him with an angry expression, and he looked back at me with an innocent face. Finally, we
both burst out laughing, and the tense and awkward atmosphere was lifted again.
I seemed to be able to guess what this man was thinking at that moment. Deep down, I didn't dislike B, and
I even liked his refined manner, but I am, after all, a woman. A connection of souls is enough; I
don't crave or urgently desire physical passion like a man.
I didn't know what would happen after I brought this man into the room, or whether I would
refuse at the crucial moment or accept him readily. I just comforted myself with a bit of self-deception, telling myself to let things take their course.
Once inside the room, before I could even find the light switch, B had already slammed me against the door. I
panicked a little and hurriedly said, "Are you serious?" B was still smiling, saying, "Tonight I'll be a wolf in sheep's clothing."
In the darkness, B pressed his body against mine, pinning me down. I could feel his chest pressing
against mine, and I hated myself for not being strong enough, because my breasts were already full, seemingly responding to
his actions.
At that moment, I thought that B's purpose in approaching me was no different from other men's; his ultimate goal was nothing more than to
possess a woman's body.
B stared at me in the darkness, then slowly took off my glasses, saying, "You look better without glasses
." I glared at B and said, "Let me go!"
B added, "It seems my judgment was correct; your bust size is almost exactly what I imagined."
A malicious smirk appeared on his lips.
I tried to break free from B's hold again, but failed. B pressed his lips against mine, slowly but
forcefully kissing my burning lips. Perhaps it was the effect of his saliva, but my lips, which had been burning,
felt slightly cool.
I imagined what would happen next: I would be dragged onto the bed by B, stripped naked, and B would also undress,
and then… I dared not imagine any further.
(Twenty-six) Actually, from a feeling perspective, I could accept the sex of this man who was good in every way
, but that would be unfair to my husband, and I always felt that I would owe my husband a lot.
B was still kissing me, and I passively accepted it numbly. I had stopped resisting, and what intrigued me was that B
's hands were always so obedient, without any signs of violating my body. Perhaps my numbness made him feel
that sex without a woman's cooperation was tasteless?
After a while, B stopped, looking at me with a satisfied expression, and then smiled and said, "Didn't
scare you, did I? Your lips are very sexy, but they're a bit 'spicy'." After saying that, he let go of me.
I smoothed my loose hair and said, "You're really domineering. I didn't expect someone who looks so refined to have such
strength." B was still smiling and said, "Pour me a glass of water, I'm really thirsty." "I told you it was your fault for being greedy."
This teasing eased the tense atmosphere, and my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, temporarily calmed down
.
I poured B and myself a cup of hot water, and we sipped it slowly, continuing our unfinished conversation about the
"numbing and spicy" flavors of Chongqing cuisine, avoiding sensitive or ambiguous words and phrases. Because of the relaxed conversation
, B and I both seemed much more at ease.
The clock in the room had already struck 12:15. I didn't know how long B would stay, or what
"domineering" actions she would take. I was mentally planning how to give her the "ejection." B seemed to sense my thoughts and
said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "It's too late tonight, I'm not leaving." "How can that be?" I blurted out
.
B laughed and stood up, saying, "I won't scare you anymore, I should go back too." I quickly said, "Okay, okay." B added, "But
I have a condition." I thought, as long as you don't stay, I can agree to any other condition. I
said, "No problem, just tell me."
B stared at me for a moment, then said quietly, "I'll leave after I see you get into bed.
" A sly smile crept onto his lips.
I said, "That won't do. Who knows how strong your willpower is? What if you can't control yourself?" Realizing my mistake
, I felt my face burning.
B said, "You underestimate me. Don't overestimate your charm! Will you agree or not? If you don't, I won't
leave, and the consequences will be severe!" At this point, B displayed his usual domineering and slightly shameless nature.
I had no choice but to compromise, saying I could only watch, "A gentleman uses words, not fists." B said, "Okay, it's a deal."
So I quickly took off my shoes, got into bed fully clothed, and said, "Okay, you should go now."
B clearly felt "tricked" and said, "That won't do. I haven't even said what the standard is." I said, "
Don't tell me it's 'Level One Sleep,' I won't do that."
B said, "How about this, we compromise. You just
need to sleep in your pajamas as usual, that's fine." I thought about it for a while and felt that B's condition wasn't too unreasonable, so I nodded and said, "I
'm going to the bathroom to change, don't come over!"
I hurriedly changed into my pajamas in the bathroom. The pajamas were provided by the hotel; they were very loose and unisex,
suitable for both men and women, so there wasn't anything particularly revealing. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt
quite satisfied.
Coming out of the bathroom, I saw B still standing there obediently, like a well-behaved child. I said, "Looks like
you really are a gentleman, let me give you a compliment." B pouted and said sarcastically, "You're all talk and
no action!"
I said, "Are you satisfied now? You can leave now." B stared at my pajamas, looking them over and over, but could
n't find any flaws. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "How can this hotel be like this? They have no chivalry at all.
Is this for women?"
I said, "This shows that the hotel had foresight, just in case some people had malicious intentions!" B didn't say anything and
walked straight towards me. I quickly said, "Don't break the rules!"
But B had already come over, and my breathing became rapid.
(Twenty-seven) B put her hand on my head, found the rubber band, and pulled it. My beautiful hair cascaded down,
contrasting sharply with the white pajamas, creating a unique charm.
B patted my shoulder and said, "That's more like a woman. Get in bed now," and then I left. A little nervous,
I obediently got into bed, pulled the covers over myself, and waited to see how B would leave the room.
B didn't leave; instead, he leaned over me. I said, "You have to keep your promise." B said, "I will," but his upper
body was already pressed against mine. Although there was a thin blanket between us, my breasts were pressed painfully.
B remained in that position, pressing against me and quietly examining me, then said, "I want you.
What should I do?" I said, "No, don't disappoint me.
" B didn't speak for a long time, but then pressed his lips against mine again and began to kiss me. I tried to dodge, but he pursued, and
finally my lips became his prey.
At this moment, I could feel a man's desire for a woman. I wasn't as awkward as when I first entered; I
occasionally, intentionally or unintentionally, responded to this Chongqing man's passionate kisses. But B's actions stopped there; his hands remained
obediently on my head.
Under B's physical pressure and passionate kisses, I was already sweating under the covers, fine beads of sweat appearing on the tip of my nose, and
, more importantly, my lower body was starting to get wet. I knew my desire had been aroused, and my body
was passively preparing to welcome a man's entry.
In a daze, I involuntarily wrapped my arms around B's arms. I knew that even if this man forced himself on me
, I wouldn't resist anymore; at this moment, my body no longer belonged to me.
But what should have happened didn't.
Later, B slowly got up, put my arms under the covers, straightened my bedding, and combed
my slightly disheveled hair, softly saying, "I have to go, goodnight.
" I mechanically replied, "Goodnight.
" With a "click" of the door, B locked it for me from the outside. Listening to B's footsteps fading into the distance
, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh. I had held my ground, and B had preserved his dignity.
The restlessness stirred by B began to subside, but a strange sense of loss began to rise.
Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how much time passed before I was awakened by a text message notification. It was from B, which read: "I'm
home. You're a good woman. I haven't been wrong about you in the past two years. I've fallen for you. Don't let me see you again,
or I won't be able to control myself. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, your lips are as full and sexy as your butt,
haha. Have a good sleep." After reading it, I muttered under my breath, "That big pervert!" However, I was in
a good mood. I thought about replying to B, but then I thought about it and didn't know what to say, so I gave up.
Soon I fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was a bright and sunny morning. My phone was still in my hand; it
had kept me company all night.
The day's schedule was busy and hectic, leaving no time for much thought. After a day of sightseeing,
I was exhausted. After dinner, I took a quick shower and was watching TV when B called.
B asked what time my flight was tomorrow, and I told him it was 3:50 PM. He said, "Would you like me to come
see you off?" I said he was busy and didn't need to come. B insisted, and I laughed, saying there was no extra reward,
so be prepared.
B seemed very busy on the other end of the phone, and hurriedly said, "It's settled then, see you tomorrow." Hanging up,
I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. I seemed to want to see this refined Chongqing man again, but I was also a little
afraid of his arrival.
Torn between these conflicting feelings, I fell asleep again in the beautiful Chongqing night, a deep and restful sleep, and I even seemed to have a dream.
When I woke up, I couldn't remember the dream, but wiping my eyes, I felt as if tears had flowed. Was it the fright in the dream that
made me cry, or a lingering trace of joy…? I don't know anymore, but the protagonist in the dream clearly
had B's shadow in it, which I remember vividly.
(28)
B was clearly aware of my situation, which obviously encouraged him to continue. His fingers
were already inside me, and I couldn't help but shudder.
Teacher Yang suggested on the phone that although it was voluntary, there were currently
more students in need than teachers who had signed up. Besides, I had donated 10,000 yuan once when I was in college and was a model student in the college, so
it would be best for me to participate, as it would also benefit my future development.
B was exploring deeply inside me, and I was already aroused. I quickly
told Teacher Yang on the other end of the phone, "No problem, count me in."
So I quickly agreed to him, firstly because helping students in need had always been something I wanted to do, and secondly because if I didn't agree,
this somewhat "ambitious" teacher from the Youth League branch would argue with me for an hour. Meanwhile, the situation between B and me
was already "ready to go."
As soon as I hung up the phone, B pressed me down again. At this point, he had taken off his outer pants and underwear and
was completely naked in front of me. Seeing this, I felt extremely ashamed and quickly covered my
eyes with my hands.
B was unbuckling my jeans belt, and I let him do as he pleased. The
moment my genitals were fully exposed to B, I instinctively brought my legs together, bent my knees, and tried to cover my private parts.
I knew it was futile. B gently straightened my legs and then inserted his hand again. I couldn't help but
twist my body with the thrusting of B's hand.
B leaned closer again and whispered, "Is this okay?" I said, "Is this your answer to my question?"
B nodded and said, "Let's do it this way. I promise I won't penetrate you, okay? This will satisfy
your needs!"
I said that was self-deception, but B said he couldn't care less.
As soon as he finished speaking, my lower body was stirred again. Stimulated by B, I began to moan softly. B pulled my hand and placed it
on his penis, saying, "Use your hand. Let me reach orgasm."
I silently obeyed B's command. As B stirred my lower body, my hand cooperated with him, rhythmically
rubbing his penis. B also began to make excited "humming" sounds. In the hazy, rapid breathing
, B passionately ejaculated, and I also reached orgasm.
After that, B and I just embraced and gazed at each other; words were superfluous. Two naked bodies
intertwined and overlapped on the snow-white sheets, my long black hair cascading over them. Time
seemed to freeze in that moment. I imagined it would be a captivating, impressionistic sketch viewed from the rooftop
.
B kept his promise and never penetrated me. Later, B and I made love several more times with our hands, each
time a passionate, exhausting ordeal, and each time B ejaculated, giving me physical
satisfaction.
If it weren't for the flight's departure time, I think B and I would have continued this endless entanglement. There's
a novel called "Addiction to Death," and I think B felt that way at the time; we truly experienced
"loving passionately, forgetting ourselves."
I don't know if making love this way counts as "having sex." Later, I specifically went online to check the legal
definition of "rape." The gist was that as long as both parties are naked and there is ejaculation,
regardless of whether penetration occurs, rape is established. It already constitutes "sexual intercourse," and to outsiders
, we were essentially engaging in a sexual game in a self-deceptive manner.
Fortunately, others couldn't see it, and fortunately, both the man and woman involved deliberately
blurred this clear distinction to achieve inner balance and peace.
But regardless, B and I satisfied each other's desires in the heat of passion, experiencing physical and mental pleasure .
There was no coercion, no harm, no exchange of benefits, only simple and pure love between a man and a woman.
I think that having such an extra bonus a few times in life is enough.
(Twenty-nine)
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Returning from a business trip, I inevitably had to be intimate with my husband. During this trip to the Southwest,
the scenery and things changed every day, and time flew by without feeling long. But
my husband, left alone at home, was incredibly lonely and bored. When he almost roughly
pushed me down onto the bed and rushed into me, my thoughts were still lingering over Chongqing,
as if the man I was making love with was still that man from Chongqing. I knew this wasn't fair to him, but I
couldn't shake off these thoughts.
My husband was very passionate, holding me tightly in his arms, kissing my lips and breasts, occasionally kneading
them, while his lower body was moving passionately. Gradually, my desire was also aroused, and I temporarily forgot
the fatigue of the journey and the tenderness of that man from Chongqing, beginning to respond passionately to my husband's movements.
After he ejaculated passionately, he collapsed on top of me, satisfied. I lovingly stroked his broad
back and said, "It seems I've been keeping you 'fussy' while I was away." My husband agreed, "You bet!"
Because of my past relationship with a man from Chongqing, I felt I owed my husband something, so I half-jokingly, half-seriously said,
"Why don't you go find someone?"
My husband replied half-jokingly, "It's not that I want to find someone, but where can I find someone suitable?"
A thought suddenly struck me, and I remembered Su Mei. Su Mei is my colleague, a year younger than me. Her husband
died in a car accident two years ago, leaving her with a six-year-old daughter. Our families often visit each other, especially
after Su Mei's husband's death; Su Mei and her daughter Xiaoxiao have been visiting us more frequently.
My husband and I have tried our best to take good care of them, and Su Mei has a good impression of my husband. We had
discussed remarriage before, and Su Mei's answer was that she would marry a man like my husband.
Judging from a woman's feelings, Su Mei had feelings for my husband, but she was a virtuous and strong-willed woman, and her feelings for
her close friend's man were limited to mere attraction.
Thinking of this, I said to my husband with "malicious intent," "I've already thought of someone for you." My husband asked
, "Who is it?" I answered, "Su Mei!" My husband said, "What a joke! How can you say that!" I said, "Su Mei is
a little shorter than me, but she's still 1.65 meters tall. She has fair skin, a plump figure, and her breasts are even bigger than mine. What are you
dissatisfied with? Besides, she hasn't had a man's touch for more than two years. She must be craving a man's caresses..."
Before I could continue, my husband's arms were already wrapped around me, and his hands were frantically kneading my breasts
, as if retaliating for what I had said. At the same time, his penis became erect again and thrust in hard. I
couldn't help but let out a "Ah!" and my husband and I entered a state of blissful intoxication once again.
(30)
The day after I returned from my business trip, I went to the college to report early in the morning because Teacher Yang from the Party branch had called
me yesterday to ask if I had returned and to ask me to implement the issue of helping students in need as soon as possible.
The door to the Youth League branch office was open, so it seemed that Teacher Yang had arrived even earlier than me. I first
presented Ms. Yang with a small gift I had bought in the Southwest . She was very pleased to receive it and, with a touch of flattery, remarked
, "The southern climate really does nourish people; in just half a month, Ms. Wu has become even more radiant and beautiful." I quickly replied,
"Not at all."
With Ms. Yang's assistance, the form for "Young Teachers Volunteer to Pair Up with Impoverished College Students"
was quickly filled out. Ms. Yang told me that our School of Architecture and Design was the only one missing from the list; the other schools had already submitted their applications.
She went up. She'd secretly inquired and found that the Computer Science department had the most applicants, 24 couples in total. Our
department, excluding me, also had 24 couples, so with me included, we'd definitely be number one in the whole university. I said, "Congratulations,
Professor Yang!" She was a little embarrassed and sincerely said, "It's because you all support my work!"
Professor Yang is 47 years old this year, and her dedication is renowned throughout the university. She remained a single woman until she was 40
, and everyone thought she would remain single for life. However, she unexpectedly married
Professor Li, a middle-aged widower from our department who hadn't remarried for many years.
Later, the strong-willed Professor Yang became pregnant at the advanced age of 42. Her health was already quite
weak, and many people tried to persuade her not to have the child. Her work at the university was already busy enough, and Professor Li
had many research projects that required her assistance. Most importantly, Professor Li was already in his fifties, and she was 42; the child's 　　parents would seem more like grandparents
at birth .
From the perspective of the natural law of human life—birth, aging, illness, and death—when their children have just
reached adulthood, they may face the possibility of losing their beloved parents at any time. This is undoubtedly almost
cruel for a child.
Moreover, Professor Li and his first wife have a daughter who is now in university. Both children call
Professor Li "Dad," one a "grown-up little girl," the other still "babbling," which seems rather
comical.
But all persuasion and opposition were to no avail. Ms. Yang, who prides herself on being a "perfectionist," said, "Since I'm a
woman now, I can do what others can do. Let the children make their own way in the world when they grow up; it's not something
parents should worry about."
It's said that Professor Li was initially firmly against having children, but how could he resist Ms. Yang's
persistence in her first marriage? He eventually relented.
Thanks to God's blessing, Ms. Yang gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and both mother and child are safe
. The child is now five years old. Although caring for the child is exhausting, she always seems to have a smile on her face.
Behind her back, everyone inevitably talked about her and Professor Li. Women mostly thought that although Professor Yang
married at 40, she had found happiness; men, with a slightly teasing tone, often
said things like, "Professor Li is still as virile as ever," "He's very lucky with women," and "He should definitely learn from Professor Li's
experience of having a child at 50."
I'd also heard many rumors about Professor Yang's married life. Some said she bled on her wedding night
, confirming the long-standing rumors of her celibacy, which supposedly thrilled Professor Li; others said
Professor Yang had a strong libido, which Professor Li couldn't satisfy, so he searched everywhere for aphrodisiacs, and supposedly Professor Li had some insights and
wanted to write a paper about his personal experience.
But these weren't things I'd personally witnessed; they were just casual conversation fodder for our busy lives
. But unconsciously, the "flat" image of Professor Yang in my mind was undoubtedly
elevated, becoming more vivid, lively, and feminine.
(31)
After leaving Teacher Yang's office and returning to my own, I carefully examined the "Poverty Alleviation and Assistance Plan
," which included the resume of the student I was to help: Jiang Chuan, male, 21 years old, 1.82 meters tall, a junior
, Minister of the Student Union's Club Department of the School of Architecture and Design, a key midfielder on the college's football team, and his design work had won a provincial first
prize...
It seemed this student's basic qualities were quite good. Teacher Yang had just quietly told me that he had reserved the best one
for me because I was also the most outstanding. Although it was a bit "cheesy," I gladly accepted it; after all, people
like to hear pleasant words, and everyone has a bit of "vanity."
An hour later, as I was writing my investigation report, someone knocked on the door and asked, "Is Teacher Wu in?"
I looked up, and a tall young man stood at the door, looking somewhat familiar. He was wearing a t-shirt (
issued by the college for a group activity; I also had one, but I only wore it once on the day of the activity), faded
and worn-out jeans, and a pair of cheap sneakers. His clothes, though simple, were
clean, and his tall stature gave him a youthful air of confidence even in simple attire.
—I suddenly remembered, he was Jiang Chuan. I had just seen his photo, but it was too small and too formal;
it was different from his real appearance.
I stared at him blankly for a long time, speechless. Jiang Chuan, clearly uncomfortable with my gaze,
became a little embarrassed and hurried. He asked again, "Are you Professor Wu?" Only then did I realize my lapse in composure and
quickly said, "Yes, I am. You must be Jiang Chuan, come in."
Because I only teach graduate courses and often represent the university in international activities,
I rarely teach undergraduate courses, so I wasn't very familiar with the undergraduates in the college.
Jiang Chuan said that Professor Yang had asked him to come and meet me first. Because I was busy finishing my research
report, I didn't have much time to talk with Jiang Chuan. I just told him not to worry, that his affairs were my affairs from now on
, and that he just needed to focus on his studies. He didn't need to worry about financial matters, and that
I would try my best to help him if he could continue his studies, even pursuing a master's or doctoral degree.
Before leaving, Jiang Chuan, besides expressing his gratitude, also said something that surprised me: "I didn't
expect Professor Wu to be so young. I thought she was an auntie!" I laughed and said, "Isn't being young a good thing?"
Just after seeing Jiang Chuan off, Su Mei called, saying that I had been gone for so many days and hadn't even
called, and that she missed me terribly. I said, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. Bring the kids to my house for dinner tonight."
Su Mei happily agreed, saying she would definitely come that evening, and then asked, "Is your husband, Lao Du, home?" I jokingly asked, "He
had something to do at his company today and won't be home. Do you want to see him?"
Su Mei quickly explained, "What are you thinking? I was just asking. I know he's often not home.
I'll stay at your place tonight, is that alright?"
I said, "No problem, come on over. We haven't had a proper chat in ages."
After dinner, Su Mei's daughter, Meizi, quietly watched cartoons in the corner of the living room while Su Mei and I
chatted. She said enviously, "You two are so thoughtful, leaving your son with his grandmother in Shanghai all year round."
We're enjoying a leisurely time together as a couple.
I said, "It's the only way; we're both busy, and having the child around is a burden.
" Su Mei then asked softly, "Did you have any romantic encounters this time?"
I calmly replied, "No way! I wish I did."
Su Mei seemed a little disappointed, saying, "Yeah, fate isn't something you can just wish for."
At that moment, I noticed Su Mei's makeup was very good, and she was dressed quite sexily. Through her thin clothes, I could vaguely
see her nipples.
Su Mei also noticed me looking at her chest and said a little shyly, "You're not a man,
why are you looking at my chest? What's so interesting about it!"
I laughed exaggeratedly and said, "It's really big." I then reached out and touched her breast. Su Mei playfully scolded, "Pervert
, lesbian!"
After saying that, a blush spread across Su Mei's face, and I felt a strange sensation deep inside.
(32)
The sleeping Su Mei and I were completely unaware that a man was watching us so closely. Although Wen Qiang was
my husband and quite familiar with my body, he was a complete stranger to Su Mei's body, let
alone two women entwined naked, a subtle fragrance and ambiguity filling the room.
Of course, Wen Qiang had unintentionally barged in, intending to surprise me and have a long-awaited
intimacy with me, but he was undoubtedly stunned by the sight before him.
Although he wouldn't associate Su Mei and me with a "homosexual relationship," he couldn't help but be amazed by our nakedness
. When he came to his senses, realizing that staring at two naked women like that was inappropriate, he quickly left
the room, went to the living room to smoke, and turned on the television, waiting for us to wake up.
I woke up first, still half-asleep, my senses telling me that someone had been in the bedroom. At the same time, I smelled a
familiar male scent. I thought, it couldn't have been Mei Zi who had sneaked in; it must have been Wen Qiang returning.
I quickly put on my pajamas and came out without a bra. I didn't know what Wen Qiang had seen, and I hoped he wouldn't have
any bad associations.
When I got out of bed, Su Mei was still fast asleep, looking very sweet. Even in her sleep, her breasts were firm,
two rosy points dotting the white, tender flesh—quite beautiful.
I couldn't help but gently knead her breasts, and Su Mei woke up. A blush quickly swept across her
ears, and she instinctively grabbed my hand, pressing her breasts against me.
I leaned down to kiss her nipples, and she hugged me even tighter. After a light kiss on her lips, I
gestured for me to leave, but Su Mei's tongue had already slipped inside.
Afraid that Wen Qiang would see, I quickly said to Su Mei, "Wen Qiang is back!" Hearing this, Su Mei, still half-
asleep, immediately woke up, quickly released me, and hurriedly searched for clothes to cover herself.
I teased, "He's already seen everything, there's no use hiding it now." Su Mei's face flushed red, and she
looked somewhat pale, saying, "What should we do? What should we do!" I continued jokingly, "Just do what needs to be done
."
Su Mei hurriedly put on her clothes, and I said, "I'll go check, you can take your time." When I came out of the bedroom, I saw
Wen Qiang sitting in his usual spot, smoking. I rushed over and asked, "Why are you back so early?
You didn't even tell me beforehand?"
Wen Qiang was obviously happy to see me out so early, since I'm known for sleeping in late. Without a word,
he pulled me into his arms. Perhaps stimulated by the stunning scene just now, he seemed a little impatient.
I quickly said, "Su Mei is still in the room!" Wen Qiang said hastily, "I don't care about that anymore, I missed
you." He immediately unbuttoned my pajamas, and I was naked in front of Wen Qiang again. I was pushed down onto
the large sofa, and then his body pressed down on me.
I thought. At this moment, Su Mei, who was very sensitive in the bedroom, must have been watching what was happening in the living room. Although
I was uneasy, I still half-heartedly had sex with my man under the watchful eye of a woman.
(Thirty-three)
It seemed that Wen Qiang could no longer restrain himself. Without much foreplay, he went straight to the point. My lower body had already been
aroused by Su Mei and was ready for Wen Qiang's entry.
The moment he entered, Wen Qiang was obviously a little surprised by the wetness of my lower body, but he didn't have time to think about anything
and started thrusting quickly. I asked Wen Qiang, who was leaning on my shoulder, "What did you see just now
?"
He didn't answer and just did what he wanted to do most at that moment. I asked again, "What did you see just now
? I'm asking you." He replied perfunctorily, "I didn't see anything!" and then continued his lower body movements.
Of course I didn't believe him, and feigning anger, I said, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't let you play anymore, tell me now!"
This worked. Wenqiang leaned forward, revealing my breasts that he was pressing down on. He looked at them, then
squeezed and rubbed them, and said, "I see it."
I asked again, "What else did you see?" He replied, "Nothing else, that's all." As he spoke, he pressed
his body closer to mine again, turning his face to the side, his increasingly heavy breathing echoing in my ears.
I pretended to push him away, saying coquettishly, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll get angry!"
At the same time, I relaxed my tense body as a warning to him.
At this crucial moment, men are probably most afraid of women using this tactic, so he quickly said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you,
but you can't get angry! I didn't mean to see it, just like you are now, I've seen everything I was supposed to see!"
Actually, even if Wenqiang hadn't said anything, I could have guessed the outcome, but I still had a sliver of hope
.
Although I didn't mind Wenqiang accidentally seeing something about Su Mei, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy
. Perhaps this is a common trait among women, and I was no exception.
I asked again, "Whose body is better, yours's?" Wenqiang leered and said, "Of course yours is better!"
He then fell silent, and his movements became noticeably more vigorous.
Actually, I knew his answer even without my husband's reply; it's something every intelligent man in the world would know.
"The standard answer." But I knew clearly that the naked Su Mei was no less attractive than me, and from a male perspective,
seeing a woman's body for the first time would obviously bring him greater sensory stimulation.
Perhaps it was this stimulation that made my husband's movements so vigorous today; I could feel his whole body entering
a state of arousal. Lost in my own thoughts, I gradually reached orgasm amidst Wen Qiang's thrusts.
At the moment of his ejaculation, I couldn't help but cry out. Although I tried to suppress my feelings,
because there was another woman in the room possibly watching everything, no matter how hard I tried
, I couldn't control myself.
Suddenly, I felt a little guilty towards Su Mei; it seemed that my lovemaking with my husband was like "cheating" with a third party,
while my "lover" was being neglected.
—It was a really strange thought; I didn't know what I was thinking, my mind was a mess.

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