That day, in Pingtung

(I)

My classmate Lin has been married and living in Pingtung for three years. Back in school, Sophia, Lin, and
I were best friends, so every year Sophia and I would travel from Taipei to Pingtung to visit Lin, catch up, and
take a vacation . Since Lin only lives with her husband and not with her in-laws, we stayed at her house at night.
This saved us money on hotels and was more comfortable than hotels.

Their house is a detached villa with a home theater on the top floor. Besides a full DVD home theater system
, there's a 120-inch screen, a small bar, comfortable sofas, several beanbag chairs
, soft lighting, and a soft carpet—it's incredibly relaxing. Because it's a 120-inch projector,
all the lights have to be turned off when watching movies, leaving only an adjustable spotlight projecting onto the table in front of the sofa where drinks are kept.

I love their home theater the most. According to Lin's husband, it's 20 pings (approximately 6.6 square meters) big
! Wow! That's something I, living in Taipei, can only dream of. Lin's husband kept emphasizing that
the lower housing and cost of living in Pingtung allowed them to furnish the house like this, and that it took them three years to
gradually complete the purchases. I think that makes sense, because when we came last year, they didn't have this home theater, and their annual income was
n't particularly impressive. Having the opportunity to marry into a family in Pingtung would be great, but unfortunately, my current boyfriend is from Taipei.

Lin's husband is refined and gentle, with an athletic physique and a forthright personality. He's not exactly
handsome, but rather good-looking. It's not that I fell for my classmate's husband, but I don't know why I felt that
way that day.

Because of the heavy rain in Pingtung that day, we didn't go out. In the evening, we drove to Donggang for black pot skewers.
Since Pingtung is quite a distance from Donggang, Lin's husband was afraid of the danger and didn't dare drink. Feeling unsatisfied,
Lin suggested going back to Pingtung and then to a beer house called Classic Garden on Guangdong Road.

The three of us women each ordered a Long Island beer, while Lin's husband ordered a pot of beer and some side
dishes. The three women chatted non-stop, leaving her husband feeling neglected.

Perhaps we were chatting too happily, and before we knew it, we had ordered a second drink. Before we even finished this one, the alcohol was already
taking effect. The three women's faces were flushed, and their voices were getting louder and louder. Lin's husband stood by,
sometimes shaking his head and sighing, sometimes telling us to be quiet, unsure what to do.

A little while later, Lin said she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to go home, so she asked her husband to finish the remaining half-glass of Long
Island. He downed it in one gulp. Seeing this, Sophia and I followed suit, insisting
that her husband finish ours too. We wouldn't have done this before; perhaps because we were getting closer to him, and fueled by the alcohol , we all started to tease him. This time, it was tough on her husband. He spent almost half an hour, frowning and slurping, before finally finishing
the nearly one and a half glasses of Long Island . We paid the bill and left. 　　Back home, after showering, we all changed into comfortable loungewear and headed to the rooftop home theater. We picked out a DVD from her husband's collection, *The Ultimate Movie*. The picture and sound quality were fantastic, even more enjoyable than watching it in a theater . Because of the excellent soundproofing, we weren't worried about disturbing the neighbors, even though it was late. 　　Lin, having already seen it and had some drinks, only watched a short while before going to her room to sleep, leaving her husband to keep Sophia and me company. Sophia and I drank tea, while Lin's husband poured himself a glass of XO. Perhaps Sophia drank one and a half Long Island drinks, because she soon fell asleep. Lin's husband had to take her to the guest room to sleep and then go downstairs to shower. 　　I drank the least (probably just one Long Island drink), and because the movie was so good, I continued watching. I'm afraid of being alone late at night, so I made an excuse that I wouldn't turn off the projector or lights afterward , and asked Lin's husband to come back and watch with me. He reluctantly agreed, saying that drinking three different kinds of alcohol made him feel drowsy and sleepy, and that he needed to take a shower first to perk himself up before coming up to keep me company. 　　After settling Sophia in, Lin's husband came back after showering, changing into shorts and underwear. He sat on the sofa behind me, sipping his drink intermittently and occasionally commenting on the plot, while I lay half- reclined on the floor on a beanbag chair. 　　I don't know how long I watched, but then I heard a series of snoring sounds coming from behind me. I instinctively turned around to look, and what I saw was a small part of her husband's genitals exposed. I quickly turned back to stare at the screen. The sound effects of explosions and avalanches in the video couldn't mask the pounding of my heart. My face, which was slightly warm from drinking, suddenly became burning hot, and I no longer knew what the plot was about. 　　The steady snoring from behind made me even more unable to suppress my voyeuristic desires, and emboldened turned around again for one last look. Because I was lying on a beanbag chair on the floor, while Lin's husband was sitting on the sofa, the first thing I saw when I turned around was that area. Due to the limited range of the spotlight on the table, her husband's upper body was shrouded in darkness, while his lower body appeared hazy in . 　　I composed myself, first finding the switch for the spotlight and turning it to maximum brightness, then turning down the volume of the stereo, and then looking more closely: her husband was wearing very loose boxer shorts, and because he was asleep, his legs were spread open, making it easy for me to peek in from the cuffs along his thighs. 　　From there, I could only vaguely see a small part, which was far from satisfying my voyeuristic desires. I slowly crawled over, knelt on the soft carpet, took a few deep breaths, held my breath, and gently pulled up the cuffs of his shorts. Because the shorts were loose and not very long, I could easily pull them up to a point where I could see everything, while listening to see if his snoring changed. 　　The slightly pinkish glans was partially covered by the foreskin, adding to its mystique as the coronal sulcus was not visible. The overall color of the penis was not dark, only slightly darker than the color of the surrounding groin . The penis rested languidly on the two testicles inside the scrotum, not very thick, but slightly longer than the scrotum, estimated at about 9-10 centimeters. The glans thus appeared to float outside the scrotum, giving the penis a slender and appealing appearance. 　　The scrotum was the same light brown color as the penis, further emphasizing the pinkish glans… its cuteness (at that time) .

The adjectives that flashed through my mind were perhaps something like a child's—fair and clean-cut, but of course, much larger
. My boyfriend's penis and scrotum were dark brown, and I'd never seen a pinkish-white
glans.

My current boyfriend's erect penis is about 11-12 centimeters long, and I'm already quite satisfied during sex
. I wonder how long Lin's husband's erect penis is?
What ? As I thought about it, I started to feel my vulva secreting fluid, and my underwear was a little damp.

I shifted my gaze and looked up again, and wow! It's amazing! Her husband doesn't have any pubic hair.
No wonder I felt like I was seeing a child earlier. Upon closer inspection, I realized that he actually had very short
hairs. I suddenly understood—he had shaved his pubic hair completely. I wonder what kind of sex games they play;
maybe Lin shaved hers too.

Looking at her husband's penis, it looked more and more beautiful. I really wanted to hold it in my hands and play with it,
then lower my head to kiss and suck it. I've never had this urge to suck my boyfriend's penis. My
boyfriend's penis is dark, short and thick, with lots of curly hair, making it look kind of dirty.
Compared to her husband's, my boyfriend's looks like an African native's. I need to find a way to get my boyfriend
to shave his head when we go back to Taipei.

After looking at it for a while, I felt increasingly hot. Suddenly, I noticed a
drop of liquid on the urethral opening. I didn't know if it was urine or pre-ejaculate. I couldn't help but get excited. The snoring hadn't subsided;
in fact, it was louder than before. I figured he was already fast asleep from being drunk. So, I boldly used my left hand to pull up
my pants and slowly slipped my right hand inside, being careful not to touch his thighs or other parts of his body, afraid of waking him up suddenly, which
would be incredibly embarrassing.

Then I gently plucked the liquid from the urethral opening with my index finger. As I pulled my hand back, the liquid stretched into a
thin thread, shimmering under the spotlight. Watching this, I grew increasingly excited. I
brought my finger to my nose and smelled it—no smell. Then I brought it to my mouth and carefully licked it with my tongue. It tasted slightly
salty, with a faint hint of alcohol. It was slippery and didn't easily dissolve in my mouth.

Having never tasted this before, I greedily scooped it up again with my finger. This time, I boldly
squeezed it lightly, very lightly, between my index finger and thumb. A small drop, more than before, appeared. This time, I put it directly into my mouth and
sucked on it, like sucking on your fingers after eating (I still feel so embarrassed writing this),
fantasizing about how blissful it would be if I could catch the semen in my mouth right now.

Recalling the feeling of making love with my boyfriend, savoring the slippery, slightly tense
taste of his love juice between our lips and tongues, I suddenly felt a series of strong contractions in my uterus and vagina. This useless woman actually
orgasmed!

My panties were already soaked, and some of the juice even flowed down my thighs. Although no one saw, I still
felt very embarrassed. I don't know what I was thinking at that moment. I actually used my fingers to scrape up the juice that had flowed down and
collected it, smearing some on his glans and carefully smearing some on his lips.

I don't know if I used too much force, or if his lips were more sensitive than his penis, but he actually shook his head twice. I
was so scared that I quickly pulled down my pants, my heart almost stopping. Luckily, he just licked his lips and then continued
snoring, not waking up. Did he just lick my juice in too? I had an indescribable
strange feeling.

Turning my head, I saw that the movie had already ended. I sat back down and
turned off the power buttons on all the remotes, and silence returned. I looked back at Lin's husband, lost in thought about what had just happened.
The image of his pink glans kept flashing in my mind—its erection, the way it ejaculated, and the lubrication from his urethral opening.
I wondered how a man could secrete fluid when he wasn't erect. Or had I been having lustful thoughts about someone before falling asleep?

Was it Lin? He went back to the room to get a change of clothes when he went to shower. I used to sleep with Lin
and knew he slept naked. And today, he seemed to be back in the room for a long time before going down to shower. Could he have just
finished having sex with Lin?

Was it Sophia? I wondered what happened when he took Sophia to the guest room. I remembered
Sophia dressed very provocatively tonight. She wasn't wearing a bra or even
underwear . Before showering, she told me she didn't have enough underwear and that she would wash them and hang them on the balcony outside the guest room.
She even asked if the shorts I was wearing now would be revealing. I even told her, "Of course, be careful, and always
cover yourself up." Lin's husband had just helped and carried a half-drunk Sophia downstairs.

Or was it me? I was the last one to be in the same room with him. I was dressed very casually, and every move I made
would expose me. From any angle of my thin-strapped tank top, you could easily see my braless breasts and nipples showing
through my clothes. In my short hot pants, I could see a few pubic hairs peeking out of my underwear when I looked down.

Thinking about this, and looking down at my underwear soaked with my own juices, a sudden surge of lust rose within me. Before my reason was
overwhelmed by lust, I quickly went to take a cold shower, otherwise I would really feel guilty towards Lin. So I got up
to Lin's husband awake.

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