First 3P record

My classmate Y and I have always been good friends. Back then, we often went to nightclubs. One day, he suddenly contacted me and asked if I wanted to sleep with his wife. I was shocked. I couldn't believe my ears. Sensing my hesitation, he added, "Say something, do you want to sleep with my wife?" Me...
That afternoon, this guy came to see me directly. We talked face-to-face. He told me that he had been married for many years but couldn't satisfy his wife, which made her very sad, and he felt very inferior. Even going to a prostitute didn't make him feel good. So, he wanted to ask me to sleep with his wife so he could learn something.
I said, "What man doesn't want to sleep? But, after all, she's your wife, I really can't answer that."
He said, "If you want, I'll arrange everything else. My wife has already talked to me, and she has some feelings for you. Just wait for my message." After saying that, he left, leaving me stunned.
The third day, the phone rang. Just one sentence: "Come to Room 618 of the Datang Hotel right now." I hung up and took a taxi straight to the hotel. Upon arriving at the room, I nervously knocked on the door. His wife, wrapped in a bath towel, opened it. She was alone in the room. I asked, "Where's Y?" She said, "Taking a shower." Oh, just then, I heard Y loudly say from the bathroom, "Brother, wait a minute, have some water first." His expression was polite, he smoked, drank tea—nothing seemed amiss.
About ten minutes later, Y came out wrapped in a bath towel. The two of them lit another cigarette and exchanged a few meaningless words. At this point, his wife turned on the TV, quite loudly. We didn't say anything. His wife watched TV by herself.
Y coughed, "Brother, go take a shower, the water's hot, it'll feel nice."
I smiled and said, "There are no more bath towels, you guys have all taken them."
Y said, "Use your sister-in-law's bath towel, honey, you get under the covers," and ripped the towel off, handing it to me. His wife was suddenly exposed.
His wife let out a scream and quickly burrowed under the covers. She yelled, "You bastard, are you trying to kill me?" After saying that, he turned his back to the tea table and stopped talking. He chuckled, pulled off his towel, and crawled into bed. "Oh, don't be angry, honey, ahhhhhh..." My face turned bright red. I practically ran into the bathroom. I turned on the water, my heart pounding. I thought to myself, "This guy is too much..." Honestly, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I didn't know how to face him, how to walk out.
While showering, I heard "ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," the distinct moans of a woman outside. This made me tremble even more, not from a surge of hormones, but from a complex, even fearful, tremor. The water was still running, but my mind was blank, completely lost.
Suddenly, the door opened. Y, head bowed, beckoned to me. My mind blank, I followed him out numbly.
The bed was a mess. His wife's head was covered by the blanket, but her lower body was completely exposed. Walking to the bedside, Y pointed to her wet vulva and pulled me towards it, shoving me into a position directly facing it. Seeing me standing there motionless, Y reached out, grabbed my neck, and shoved me forward. I lost my balance and instantly fell onto his wife. My penis instantly bulged with veins. I instinctively reached out to touch her vulva, but Y stopped me, pointing directly at my penis, indicating I should insert it. I completely lost control and thrust inside. His wife trembled slightly, but made no sound. I moved back and forth. After about twenty thrusts, I supported myself with my hands, lay on top of her, and took her nipple into my mouth. Unexpectedly, she cried out, "Ahhh!" I sucked on both breasts, my penis moving incessantly. Slowly, "Ahhhhh," "Ohhhhhh," the sounds grew louder and higher. Meanwhile, Y sat in a chair, smoking and taking pictures with his phone. I really didn't dare look at him any longer. To be honest, the physical pleasure was nothing compared to the inner panic.

Ahhh, I'm coming! And I pulled out, turned around, and gestured for him to go up and continue. I hadn't ejaculated at all. He thought I was done, put down his phone, and climbed on top of him. This guy started pounding away, fucking me hard. His wife was yelling that it was too loud. He casually pulled the blanket off and threw it on the floor. His wife instinctively tried to cover herself, but couldn't grab anything. She was screaming with her eyes closed. I guess she didn't even know who was fucking her. After about three minutes of fucking, he ejaculated. He was done. He waited a little while, pulled out, and went soft almost immediately. He turned back and smiled at me, asking, "Are you done?"
I said, "I didn't ejaculate." He looked at me in surprise, "Damn, what are you doing then? Hurry up and ejaculate." His wife, with her eyes closed, didn't move. She didn't say anything either. I hesitated for a moment, then stood up, reached out and pulled his wife along. She rolled over and stuck her butt out, following my direction. I leaned in, grabbed my penis, and thrust it inside. His wife instantly gripped the sheets with both hands. This time, I went straight for it, without hesitation. To be honest, he was already finished; men are very calm at this point, and I felt I was even at risk. So, I fucked him hard, and in about five minutes, I ejaculated deep inside. I pulled out my penis, grabbed a towel to wipe myself and his wife down there, and then went into the bathroom, since my clothes were in there.
I got dressed as quickly as possible, feeling extremely uneasy.
When I came out, his wife was covered with a blanket, her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. But I guessed she wasn't. He, on the other hand, was still completely naked, drinking water and smoking. Seeing me come out, he said with some surprise, "Damn, you're dressed." I said, embarrassed, "Yeah."
He said, "Why are you getting dressed? I just told your sister-in-law I have to go to work. I won't be back until around 7 pm. You stay here and wait for me to come down for drinks." He then went to the bathroom, quickly showered, got dressed, and left.
I was genuinely stunned. I sat down, feeling conflicted. I lit a cigarette but didn't say anything. His wife softly said, "Sit here." Her voice was low, but to me, it felt like an earthquake. I stubbed out my cigarette, mechanically leaning against the headboard, half-lying on the bed. She rolled over and placed her hand on me. She didn't say a word. I guessed she was just as conflicted, embarrassed, and reserved as I was. We stayed like that for about ten minutes. Her hand unbuttoned my shirt and slipped inside. She slowly stroked me, still without saying a word. Left and right, up and down, very slowly. Slowly, it moved closer, stopped by my belt. She took her hand out, reached in, and unbuckled her belt with a snap, slipping her hand inside. Touching my slightly damp penis felt good. She touched me, tugging at my pants, gesturing for me to take them off. At that moment, I felt much less burdened. I obediently took off all my clothes, crawled back into bed, and held her in my arms. She reached out and hugged me tightly, kissing my chest.
Caressing each other's bodies, I slowly drifted off to sleep, without passion. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by a wet dream. The blanket was gone, and she was now using her mouth to gently suck on my penis. I stirred, and she said, "You're awake." I smiled sheepishly. I got up, pulled her into my arms, and pressed her onto the bed. I kissed her passionately—her mouth, collarbone, nipples, navel, thighs, clitoris—making me doubt myself, as if it were my first time touching a woman. She writhed, moaning softly. Her vagina was already wet and glistening. I, too, had rested well. I spread her legs, aimed at her beautiful opening, and thrust in all the way. She cried out. I didn't pull out, but instead held her thighs and thrust in as deep as possible, circling left and right. My glans was being caressed by her cervix, and I felt her entire vagina swell up, tightly enveloping me. "Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh," she cried out, panting. I felt her vagina swelling, pushing me further and further out. I held her thighs tightly, thrusting over 70 times in one go, yelling and flailing my arms and legs. The most beautiful scene you'll never forget. Not wanting him to suddenly come back and feel awkward, I sped up, ejaculating deep inside her twice as she trembled. I lowered her legs, lay on top of her, kissing her gently, slowly softening, finally being squeezed out. We smiled at each other. I got up and pulled her to the bathroom. The shower blurred our vision as we embraced, intertwined, and washed. Suddenly, her eyes welled up, and tears fell. I knew what that meant. I didn't say a word, holding her, letting the shower spray us into a cloud of mist.
I got dressed and fixed my hair. She leaned on my shoulder and said nothing more.
The phone rang. "Brother, take your sister-in-law to that 'One Place' restaurant across the street. I'm at 109.
" "Okay."
In the music, in our eyes, in our laughter, let that first time become a memory.

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