Oh my god, I actually attended a threesome!

Oh my god, I actually attended a 3P party!

Author: Xiang Shuai

I can't bear this pain and torment any longer. I want to vent, hoping it will destroy the bizarre and sensual desires deep inside me, hoping I can look her in the eye and touch everything about her.

I want to go back to the past! I had a stable job, a decent-sized apartment, a car I liked, and a loving girlfriend. Life was simple and happy; I always thought this was everything I wanted.

I enjoyed every day, every second of life, until the phone rang on December 16th, 2006.

The 16th was a weekend. The call was from my classmate, Lao L, informing me of the time and place of my high school reunion that evening.

At 4 pm, I changed my clothes, polished my shoes, and arrived on time.

The event was well-organized; I saw many high school classmates I hadn't seen for nearly 20 years.

I also met my former deskmate and best friend, G, who went abroad to the United States after graduation and we hadn't been in touch since.

The excitement and exhilaration of meeting him was palpable; we spent the entire evening drinking and reminiscing.

Even so, it wasn't enough.

He briefly returned to China and stayed in a hotel. Taking advantage of my girlfriend's two-month business trip, I invited him to come home with me after the event.

Once home, we drank and talked until 2 AM, but he was still full of energy and said he wanted to go online.

I turned on the computer for him and went to take a shower.

After showering, I went to the study.

When he saw me come in, he gave me a sly look, his eyes revealing a rare excitement, muttering to himself, "I didn't expect to find this in China."

I found it amusing and asked him if he'd won the lottery.

He grinned and said it was even better than winning the lottery.

After busying himself for a while, he pulled me aside and mysteriously said, "I'll tell you a secret, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else." I casually brushed it off.

He then began to tell me.

In Australia, there's a mysterious organization called "Akasabongcha," a name transliterated from the language of a mysterious African tribe, meaning sexual equality.

This organization promotes the idea that everyone, regardless of age, appearance, identity, occupation, or social status, has equal sexual rights, allowing more people to enjoy the resources of beauty.

Because it's an underground organization, it's difficult for ordinary people to join without guidance.

G joined this organization in the United States and frequently participates in their activities.

He was excited just now because he learned that the organization also has branches in China, holding regular events, and he even knew how to join one. He wanted to participate in the organization's activities.

He strongly urged me to join, but I refused outright because I felt that wasn't the life I wanted.

He seemed a little embarrassed.

The next morning, G received a notice that he had to fly to Japan on business and left my house.

Everything seemed peaceful and ordinary again.

However, the mysterious organization G introduced me to kept appearing in my mind, lingering.

On the night of the 19th, late at night, I finally couldn't resist and decided to investigate using the method G suggested.

As G said, I opened a search engine and clicked on it.

At first glance, I was a little disappointed; it was just an ordinary website, completely lacking any sense of mystery.

Ignoring everything else, I registered directly, leaving my email address as G instructed, and writing "I want equality" in my profile.

Registration was quick, taking only a few seconds.

Back on the homepage, I found the scrolling news section G had mentioned.

He said to become a member, I also needed to post news in this section and have it displayed. Since only the first five posts are displayed each day, I had to choose the right posting date.

I counted; there were only three posts that day. So, as G suggested, I posted a message that day starting with "My Message," refreshed the page, and my post was already scrolling.

The first step was complete. Although the process was simple and brief, I felt an indescribable excitement and thrill.

For the next two days, I refreshed my email every five minutes, my anxiety like that of a high school senior waiting for exam results.

Finally, at 3 PM on the 22nd, I received the email I needed. G was right; the email content was only a 12-digit number. The first eight digits were the date 20070102, and the last four were the time 13:00.

I felt much more relaxed and confident, feeling closer to this mysterious organization.

Following G's instructions, I returned to the website, watching the scrolling news and eagerly awaiting the appearance of green text.

Having succeeded in the first step, I was much calmer this time, almost without the tension and anxiety of my first registration.

To make it easier to view, I simply set it as my homepage, patiently waiting. On

December 30th, 2006, after lunch, when I opened the page, I was surprised to find a short, green message in the scrolling news: "Mr. Li from No. 1××, Qiaozhuang East Road, Tongzhou District wishes his younger brother a happy holiday."

I quickly noted down the address. According to G, this secret organization would be holding an event on January 2nd at No. 1××, Qiaozhuang East Road, Tongzhou District.

I was thrilled to be experiencing something so extraordinary, though I later realized that compared to those experiences, this was nothing.

At the same time, I was also deeply troubled and conflicted: Should I go? Would it be dangerous? With only two days to consider, I affirmed and denied countless times, even flipping a coin countless times, and still hadn't decided by the morning of the 2nd. It wasn't

until I suddenly realized I was subconsciously washing up and filling the car with gas that I knew I absolutely had to go.

Humans are truly strange creatures sometimes! After lunch, I headed straight for the address I'd silently recited hundreds of times, and the drive was smooth.

Number ×× wasn't easy to find, but I found it anyway.

Looking at the iron gate of number ×× in the distance, I felt fear and tension again, my heart starting to race.

What lay behind that iron gate? I imagined countless terrifying possibilities.

Curiosity is a powerful force, capable of overcoming anything.

I got out of the car and walked towards the iron gate.

What would greet me? I was uneasy.

I knocked on the door, and someone answered, asking who I was and what I wanted. I said I was attending a party.

The person inside said there was no party there, but opened the door for me, then cautiously closed it again. The person

who opened the door was a tall, thin man in his thirties, quite handsome.

He stared at me for a full three seconds, and I remained silent, still very nervous.

Then he led me to a small room where only a young woman was bent over a desk, looking at something. She looked up when she heard a sound.

My blood seemed to freeze. I had never seen such a beautiful girl before. I stared at her for a full five seconds before I came to my senses and my nervousness subsided.

She seemed used to men staring at her like that, showing no reaction, only asking, "You're attending a party?" I hummed in response.

"What's your registered name, and what information do you post?"

I asked. "How did you find out about this organization?"

I answered truthfully as well.

She then asked me about my family, occupation, age, and so on, which I answered one by one.

She seemed quite satisfied, and finally said, "Come with me."

She had a great figure, and as I followed her, I couldn't help but have wild thoughts, staring intently at her sexy buttocks.

We went to another room, a bathroom.

She noticed my confusion and said that showering was mandatory before attending the party, partly for hygiene and partly to prevent bringing in communication devices or cameras. "Start showering," she said, "while you shower, I'll announce some of the organization's rules."

I really didn't want to shower in front of a strange woman. She sensed my embarrassment but just smiled and said it was a rule, and I could still quit.

I gritted my teeth, took off my clothes, and started showering.

She began announcing the organization's rules.

She first talked about the organization's purpose, branches, etc., things that G had already told me.

She then explained that members were divided into senior and junior members. Senior members were staunch supporters of sexual equality and volunteers for the organization's activities, required to serve junior members. She also told me that all the women at the party I was attending that night were senior members and highly paid volunteers.

Finally, she specifically reminded me that everyone must wear masks at the party, and that we could not exchange personal information in the main hall except in private rooms. For security reasons, my clothes would be kept under guard, and I would need to wear a separate outfit. After the party, I would have to pay 370 yuan to the organization as an activity fee.

I agreed.

After showering, she had finished her explanation. Just as I was about to put on the clothes she had prepared for me, she came up to me,

bent down, and grabbed my genitals. I was embarrassed but couldn't help getting an erection.

She flipped them over, looked at them, smelled them, straightened up, and smiled, saying it was routine.

I didn't reply, just felt unsatisfied.

After I finished dressing and putting on the mask, she said it was about time and she could take me to the meeting place. Junior members had to wear blindfolds and headphones.

I didn't say anything, just took the blindfold and headphones and put them on.

She then helped me through several courtyards and finally put me in a car.

I could feel several people sitting around me, all silently waiting.

After a while, the car started moving, sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth, turning many corners. About 20 minutes later, we finally arrived.

The car door opened, and people helped us out, seemingly into another room.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I suddenly felt someone removing my blindfold and headphones.

I took them off myself; it was a bit blinding. Once my vision returned, I looked around the room. There were four people in the room, three men and one woman, all wearing masks like me. The girl had fair skin and wore very little clothing, her large breasts almost spilling out.

I couldn't help but fantasize, hoping to have sex with her once.

Just then, the girl walked over, pointed to a door in the room, and said, "Everyone, come in."

We filed in, and I followed closely behind the girl, inhaling her fragrant scent, occasionally brushing against her body.

Upon entering the room, I was stunned—a veritable sea of flesh! Only then did I understand what it meant to be aroused.

The square room was about 30 square meters, haphazardly furnished with three beds, two sofas, and a few tables, now serving as the tableware for this carnal feast.

Desire spread, swelled, and erupted here, then spread again, swelled again, and erupted again.

The men's instinctive growls, the women's soft, boneless moans, and the rhythmic sounds of bodies colliding echoed throughout the room.

A unique scent of male and female bodily fluids mingled in the air, intoxicating everyone's senses.

I felt as if I were set ablaze, my body burning with heat, my breathing rapid, and I felt a current shooting through my entire body from my lower abdomen.

I couldn't control myself! Just then, the girl in front of me turned around, glanced at me, and said, "Everyone, feel free to move around, relax!" I saw encouragement in her eyes.

Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and carried her to a bed like an experienced hand.

I became one of them.

After the ordeal, my mind calmed down, and I finally took a closer look at the men and women in the room.

There were eight men and seven women. The men varied in height, weight, age, and build, while the seven girls were all tall, fair-skinned, and curvaceous, though I couldn't see their faces.

Besides them, the most striking thing in the room was a statue-like object: a kneeling, naked female figure with her buttocks raised, head tilted back, and mouth open, extremely sexy, especially her large red mouth, which exuded a thousand charms.

I glanced at the beautiful woman beneath me, still panting heavily. One hand was already reaching for the genitals of a young man in his early twenties standing beside me, while the other reached for my still-wet penis.

This frenzied story repeated itself again and again. I chose different methods with different women: solo, threesome, foursome, oral sex, gag sex, and so on, except for SM, which I disliked.

They were young, wild, and almost omnipotent. I was captivated by their bodies, again and again, until the very last moment.

Finally, everyone was exhausted, and the feast could end.

One girl rallied everyone to pick up the condoms on the ground and throw them in the trash can. Only

then did I realize that the sexy mouth of the nude statue was actually the opening of a trash can.

After leaving the room, everyone stopped fooling around, put on blindfolds and headphones again, and took turns going to the room at No. ×× Qiaozhuang East Road.

After paying 370 yuan, I walked out of the iron gate. The cold wind outside hit me, and I became much more awake. I glanced at my watch and realized it was already 9 p.m. I quickly drove home.

Once home, I ate something haphazardly, took a shower, and went to bed.

Lying in bed, recalling everything that had happened that day, I still felt an overwhelming excitement.

Suddenly, a familiar scent filled my senses.

I knew it was the smell of the blankets, or more precisely, my girlfriend's body odor.

My initial excitement instantly cooled. I realized that I had forgotten someone, someone I should have remembered most.

I was consumed by deep self-reproach.

I began to hate my curiosity, my indulgence, my body, and even my boyfriend.

I remembered her smile, her anger, her eating, her sleeping, her playful moments—every little detail about her.

I suddenly wanted to cry, to repent, to call her and tell her everything, but I didn't have the courage. I wanted to forget it all, but I couldn't either.

And so, amidst this painful inner struggle, I drifted off to sleep.

I thought I would never have any connection with that party again.

Humans are strange creatures; whenever I sit down at my computer, I can't help but type "Ah-Dai, my favorite" into Baidu.

Each time I look, I fall into deeper remorse and self-blame.

I'm in agony.

Despite this, I attended another party on January 20th, 2007. This time, the process wasn't as complicated; I just left a message starting with "My Message" using my old username. The

location was different, the receptionist was different, but the only things that remained the same were the trash can with the nude female statue and everyone's frenzy.

However, every time I was with a woman, I thought of my girlfriend, and I was torn between excitement and guilt.

I did hear that a similar party was being held at another location, but the service was entirely female, while the VIP members were muscular men.

I'm increasingly looking forward to my girlfriend coming home, hoping she can take me back to the past, to forget that website, to forget this hellish experience. But I'm also afraid of her coming home because I don't know if I have the courage to look her in the eye, or if touching her again will remind me of those mask girls.

She's going home in ten days. What should I do?

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