Memories of our trip to Xiamen

A few years ago, I was just hanging out in QQ groups and met a lot of people. We chatted on and off, but gradually the conversations thinned out, and only a few remained. One of them, I got along really well with. Later, I found out he was a high school history teacher. I was amazed at how talkative he was! So, I had my wife add him on QQ. Women tend to be slow to warm up in these situations, but luckily he was a great conversationalist with a wide range of knowledge, and we started chatting more. Eventually, his wife and I even joined in the conversations.

In 2015, my wife and I took our child to Xiamen for a trip. This couple treated us to a day of sightseeing and even a seafood feast, but they were very restrained. You might think they did nothing, but we were just friends.

That encounter had a huge impact on our relationship afterward. We'd met face-to-face, developed a fairly good rapport, and learned a bit about each other's work and families. So, after we got back, we chatted quite happily. You know how it is, slowly, damn it, we started having a lot of real, inappropriate thoughts. I'm not a novelist, so if you find this boring, just tell me to stop. I'm not writing anymore. I just had some free time this afternoon, so I wanted to chat with you guys. After we got back, the four of us joined a WeChat group and often gossiped and flirted, sometimes even sending each other small photos. Of course, it was me and that guy who sent them privately. Later, we felt things were going really well, and then two women said, "No way!" They came to Jiangsu for summer vacation to get to know each other better. Then, in 2016, they originally planned to come, but their wife, who works at a community hospital, had a change in leadership, making it harder to get leave approved. My wife and I discussed it and decided to go again. This time, we left the kids with my parents and went again. This time, it felt different; we were more nervous than before. I told my wife, "Let's go to Quanzhou for a day first to relax." So, we took the bullet train from Nanjing to Quanzhou, spent a day there, and stayed overnight. This was actually better, as there are no direct bullet trains from Nanjing to Xiamen Island, but there are from Quanzhou, which allows us to go directly to the island and makes it easier for them to pick us up.

When we arrived, the couple picked us up. There was a little awkwardness at first, but it quickly became normal. After all, we've been chatting for almost three years and had met once before, so the familiarity was still strong.

After picking us up, we had lunch at the hotel. In the afternoon, we went to Nanputuo Temple, where my wife insisted on burning incense. We wandered around for a bit and then strolled aimlessly inside Xiamen University. The whole process was fairly normal. In the evening, we went to a popular seafood restaurant on Dianping (a Chinese review platform). I love seafood, and the itinerary was basically decided by my partner's husband and me. Now for the main event: we were supposed to have some drinks… Just a quick note: this was the first time for both of us; neither of us were experienced, so it was normal for things to be a little bumpy.

After dinner, both ladies had some red wine and strolled and chatted on the beach. Emboldened by the alcohol, I said to my partner, "What do we do next? How about we split up and explore a bit after dark, just to warm up?" He agreed and dragged my wife towards a different part of the beach, saying he'd take her to see the night view of Zhangzhou across the sea. My partner and I stayed behind and strolled around slowly.

After walking for a while, she felt a little tired and said she wanted to sit down and rest. I pulled her to sit on a rock near the sea. The sea breeze was quite comfortable. I jokingly told her that if she was tired, she could lean on me and rest, and casually put my arm around her shoulder. Since it was dark around us, I stroked her back and waist. She didn't move, but I could clearly feel her body was very tense, she was still a little nervous... Actually, I didn't dare to do anything more, after all, there were quite a few people around, including people doing karaoke, I couldn't really do anything on the beach. During this time, my penis was slightly erect, thankfully, that's how it should be after drinking a little. Later, I reached my other hand under her skirt and touched the bulging area between her legs, but then I grabbed her hand and said, "Don't go too far, we're outside."

I said "Oh" and pulled my hand back. She laughed and said, "Does your wife do this with my husband too?"

Upon hearing this, certain scenes flashed through my mind, and my penis immediately became erect. She noticed this, pretending to brush it against me with her hand, and laughed.

She said, "It's getting late, let's go back." Then she took out her phone to call her husband.

The four of us met on the beach, and it was obvious that my wife's face was flushed. I put my arm around her and we walked to the car together. I didn't dare ask any more questions. When we arrived at the hotel, her husband told me that they had booked two rooms, but due to the peak tourist season, they couldn't get double rooms for both; one was a standard room, and the other a double room.

Before coming, we had actually agreed that if things felt right and we wanted to do something, we would definitely use separate rooms. This was a strong request from the two ladies, and we both agreed, since the two men were also novices and had no experience with getting their penises out in front of another man.

In the lobby, my wife and his wife sat on the sofa whispering to each other while the two of us men were booking rooms. I said, "Okay, stop arguing, I'll take the standard room, and you take my wife's suitcase to the double room." He extended his hand and shook mine. "Okay! You can take my wife to the standard room. Her change of clothes are in her backpack. Deal!"

We walked back to the lobby sofa. He pulled my wife's suitcase, and I grabbed his wife's backpack. "Let's go, let's go back to the room and sleep!" The two women noticed, but didn't say anything, just followed us. The two rooms weren't on the same floor; the standard room seemed to be on a lower floor, and the double room on a higher floor, I can't remember exactly, but I got off the elevator first.

I took the backpack and got out of the elevator. The other woman's husband gently nudged his wife, and she followed him out with her head down. Then I turned around, glanced at the elevator doors closing, and looked at my wife. She was looking at me, and I couldn't understand what her gaze meant. Later, I asked her, but she couldn't answer either, saying her mind went blank and she didn't remember what look she gave me. Back in the room, what else could we do? Take a shower, of course, since we were so familiar with each other.

This premise is important. We'd been talking for almost three years, and had even met once before, so going into the room actually made things much easier. That familiar feeling came back, and we just said, "Who wants to shower first?"

Then it was time for sex. I won't go into the specific details. One thing I should mention is that his wife is a typical southerner, petite, which made many positions quite enjoyable. She could also lick my nipples effortlessly while we were doing it, which I appreciated.

After we finished, I lay on the sofa smoking, which was good—two men smoking wasn't too bothersome.

She lay on the bed chatting with me. My wife called, saying they were done too, but she didn't want to sleep with the other man's husband and wanted to come over. I said okay, come on over. After hanging up

, I told the other woman that my wife might not be used to sleeping with her husband and wanted to come over. She said, "Sure, I'll get dressed and come over to sleep with my husband."

A while later, there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened it to find both of them outside. My wife, slightly blushing, said he insisted on coming over so we could all chat for a while. Okay, I smiled and let them in. The other woman was stunned when she saw her husband come in too, and jokingly asked, "So, we're not leaving tonight? There are two beds here anyway."

The four of us chatted for a while, then some people started yawning. We decided, "Damn, let's not bother anymore, the four of us will sleep here. The beds in the standard room are 1.35 meters wide, no problem."

The woman went to the bathroom to change into her pajamas, and everyone lay down separately. To be honest, everyone wanted to ask their wives how they felt. I wanted to ask too, but we were all in the same room, so I was too embarrassed to ask. I just hugged my wife and went to sleep. After turning off the light, we were still chatting casually, but after drinking and doing it, I was obviously tired. I don't know about others, but I fell asleep soon.

The next day, I was woken up by the sound of water in the bathroom. The shower was running very loudly. I groggily opened my eyes and, damn it, there was no one in bed. I was the only one sleeping there, and it was almost 8 o'clock.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I pushed open the door and saw a scene I'll never forget: my wife and her husband were in the shower. My wife was standing there, holding the showerhead, her legs spread wide, behind her, thrusting into her. His wife was standing outside the shower, brushing her teeth and watching them. My head went blank. I stepped inside. His wife saw me and pressed her finger to my mouth, signaling me to be quiet.

I stood there, looking through the not-so-transparent glass of the shower, watching my wife being with another man. I felt a pang of jealousy and discomfort, but my penis was hard.

His wife rinsed her mouth and then came over and pulled down my… She stood next to me, rubbing my penis with her hand, watching her husband have sex with my wife. Suddenly, my wife turned around, saw us, and screamed, which startled me. My wife tried to push her husband away, but he held her down tightly. Unable to break free, she was both amused and exasperated. While being penetrated, she told me that she had gone to the bathroom that morning, and right after finishing, her husband dragged her to the shower and said they should shower together. Then he raped

her. He added that when "Xiao Xu" (her husband's surname) came in, he didn't stop her, just watched the show, while my wife slept like a log. "Xiao Xu" is her husband's wife's surname; my wife always calls her Xiao Xu.

I wasn't satisfied with just watching my wife being violated by him, but rather with him standing next to me. I felt incredibly unbalanced, a bitter and agitated feeling burning my heart. Actually, I wanted to open the shower door, but the fogged glass made it difficult to see clearly. I could only see my wife's hand on the glass partition, her palm print clearly imprinted. Of course, I wanted to see more closely their penetration; this scene only ever occurred to me in my fantasies.

Because he was blocking my view, I couldn't see his penis going in and out of my wife, but the slapping sounds on my lower abdomen and my wife's suppressed moans still made me incredibly hard.

I felt incredibly hard, so I wanted to rip off his wife's pajamas and start having sex with her too. But she resisted, giggling and trying to dodge me. I got even more excited. Damn it, your husband's having sex with my wife, aren't you going to get revenge? I thought for a moment, then hugged her tightly, kissing her lips and earlobes forcefully—their sensitive spots. I whispered in her ear, "Squat down and give me a blowjob."

She wasn't very willing, but she couldn't resist the pressure, so she reluctantly squatted down in front of me and started taking my penis in her mouth.

At this point, her husband noticed us, thrusting and yelling, implying that my wife hadn't given him any. I stroked his wife's head, also thrusting slightly, and smiled at him, saying, "Actually, my wife's oral skills are really good. You can encourage her to try." Of course, I wasn't lying; my wife's oral skills are indeed quite good, probably better than those professional ones in clubs. In my personal opinion, there's a talent involved.

He hugged my wife's back and whispered in her ear for a long time, but my wife still shook her head and refused. I, on the other hand, had come to terms with it. What else was there to be upset about when things were like this? So I said to my wife, "If you don't give him a blowjob, he might ejaculate, and you'll have to take medication. That's not good."

His wife squatted down under me, opened her mouth and spat out my penis, laughing, "Sister, you give him a blowjob too. Brother Zhao has said it so many times, that your oral skills are really good. Let my husband see it too. He always says at home that I'm not as good as others."

(My surname is Zhao, the first in the Hundred Family Surnames. The Zhao family, how awesome is that?!) My wife felt embarrassed when she heard us talking together, so she turned around, used the showerhead to spray her husband's penis vigorously, added shower gel to wash it again, and squatted down. I saw her head moving back and forth in front of her husband's crotch. Seeing it through the glass wasn't enough, and perhaps the other woman's husband felt the same way, so we pulled and pushed together to open the shower door.

Now it was clear, and the visual impact was much greater. As my wife later told me, when we opened the shower door, she didn't feel anything, except that the other woman's husband's penis seemed to suddenly swell up a bit while she was in his mouth. Clearly, the excitement wasn't because of my wife, but because she saw his wife giving herself to me.

Actually, I felt the same way. Seeing my wife give herself to another man up close was a thrilling, stimulating, and bittersweet experience that impacted not only my brain but also my lower body. At this point, both women were clearly not focused; they were both licking while watching their husbands.

Can you imagine? This is a feeling that's hard to describe in words. You're watching your wife lick another man's penis, but her face is turned away from you, her eyes wide open, carefully observing your sensations. She's watching, but her mouth is still unconsciously licking that other man's penis, her tongue swirling around it, occasionally taking it deep into her mouth, or sucking it tightly. Her cheek muscles are twitching slightly, indicating that while she's holding it in, her tongue is constantly sweeping inside.

Normally at home, when my wife gives me sex, I usually enjoy it with my eyes closed. I rarely see this familiar yet strange scene. Seeing this, my lower body couldn't hold back any longer, and without warning, I ejaculated into the other man's wife's mouth.

Because I ejaculated so quickly or so violently, the other man's wife choked, stood up, coughed incessantly, and after a few coughs, quickly went to the sink to vomit. During this process, the other man's husband also suddenly ejaculated, and my wife quickly turned around and vomited in the shower, then rinsed her mouth under the showerhead.

Later, the two women even teased us two men, saying we'd even coordinated our ejaculation, suggesting we had some kind of telepathic connection. Actually, no. The other woman's husband told me privately that he felt excited at the time, but wasn't ready to ejaculate. However, when he saw his wife cough after I ejaculated, and some of my semen dangled from her chin, that scene was so arousing that he couldn't resist and ejaculated with me.

[The End]

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