First true memory

I work in a government agency in Mianyang, somewhere in the middle management. I've been involved in this topic for a long time. The first time was during the earthquake, when I participated in a threesome with a couple from Jiangyou. I was 28. We had chatted online, but our first meeting was very direct; there was no pre-meeting tea or any preamble. I went to Jiangyou and booked a room across from Taibai Park to wait for them. I was very anxious while waiting, worried that I might be a target, or that they might be old or unattractive. They arrived soon after. The man was very young and sunny, and the woman was short, fair-skinned, and very shy. The man's first words were a joke: "How are you? Not bad." I kept saying "Pretty, pretty, so unexpected!" The woman seemed to only glance at me when she came in and then kept playing on her computer without looking at me. I wondered if she didn't like me. I asked the man, and he said she had already left if she didn't, and told me not to worry. We chatted for half an hour, and then the man told me to go shower, saying they had already showered before they arrived.

I showered as fast as I could ever go, imagining all the things that would happen if I left the house—my clothes, money, and all that I could think about. For the first time, I was genuinely worried about running into bad guys. →_→ When I came out, he was holding her and trying to comfort her. I figured women are indeed reserved creatures, so I didn't want to get involved and went to the computer. I clicked 69 and uploaded a video from my social media, but my main focus was still on keeping a close eye on what was happening in bed. He was kissing her, and he was taking off her clothes. She was naked, wearing only a black thong. She wasn't tall, but her skin was incredibly white. She had never given birth, and her breasts were large and firm. She kept writhing and panting; she was a true beauty in bed. Without waiting for an invitation, I went over and took her right breast into my mouth. I didn't care about the taste he had left. My presence immediately triggered a very intense reaction from her! She moaned passionately, her body trembling. When I looked at her, she had completely lost her earlier shyness and reserve. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on me, filled with intense desire and genuine joy. This must be what they call first impressions. I was attracted to her at first sight, and she seemed satisfied with me too. That look in her eyes completely put me at ease, and I guess there was a sense of pride in it too! Anyway, at this moment, my friend very tacitly gave up his main position, only doing some supporting work around her. We actually looked at each other for a few seconds before I kissed her. Her soft, fragrant tongue immediately slipped inside. I tightly embraced her full, soft body, and a voice inside me screamed, "This was totally worth it!"

We kissed passionately, my hands roaming and kneading her full body and plump breasts, finally reaching her thong, touching her high, erect mons pubis. The thong was already wet and slippery. He completely gave up his position and sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't want any more foreplay at this point, so I asked him for a condom, and with trembling hands, I put it on. During this time, she kept her legs spread wide, welcoming me with longing. At that moment, my hormones were probably raging. All those theories about adjusting breathing and gradual penetration were thrown to the back of my mind. I pulled off her black lace thong, leaned over, and entered her in the most traditional position. She let out a long sigh from the bottom of her chest and hugged my back tightly. It was so wet and tight. After all, I have the best penis in my class back in college! Most men aren't as big as me. I'm not bragging; I can tell from the look of that guy's penis that it's very hard and firm. It really was very wet and tight inside. I started fucking her. This petite and voluptuous woman, whom I had only met for less than an hour, opened her legs wide in front of her fiancé, her full buttocks moving in rhythm with my thrusts! My heart was pounding. My penis went in and out of her wet, sweet hole, and we stared at each other intently, like lovers in the throes of passion. I asked her: "Do you still want to do it with me in the future?" This was our first conversation. She stared at me, biting her lip without speaking, but nodded very firmly! What followed was an even more proactive and forceful response. I can't remember the situation of the guy next to me, but I vaguely sensed he seemed a little unhappy. I treated the away game like my home game; perhaps it was the first time, and I still had some psychological barriers.
I remember her sighs turning into moans, then into rhythmic cries of pleasure. I wasn't worried about ejaculating too early; I thrust faster and harder, wanting only to fuck her hard, to make her writhe her ass more wildly, to moan more seductively, to look at me with more wanton, bewitching eyes. At that moment, the woman was truly open and completely uninhibited! After a series of intense, high-frequency thrusts, she arched her back and clung tightly to me, and I ejaculated inside her! As soon as I withdrew, he immediately mounted her. I watched them make love—focused, relaxed, a familiar rhythm honed over time. He spoke softly, but I couldn't hear him clearly. A moment later, she was on top, and he leaned against the headboard, still moving slowly. There was more tenderness, less intensity. Perhaps this is why men and women, in fact, both like and need to have sex with strangers? At that moment, I became an observer.
After we finished and said our polite goodbyes, as they were leaving, I said, "Come on, give me a hug." She looked at me, incredibly alluring, a completely different feeling from when I came in. She hugged me, smiled, and said nothing. Once outside, walking down the street, we were complete strangers again.
The day after I returned to Mianyang, or maybe the third day, someone added me on QQ. It was a woman, and her first message was that he asked me to add you. I was a little excited. I'd only ever chatted with that guy before, never with her. Then we chatted casually, joked around, and she even asked why he'd asked her to contact me, etc. It was only then that I learned she was 23 and he was 40! I was very surprised because he was indeed very handsome and charming; you couldn't tell the age difference between them at all.
He runs a business, co-owning several small shops. She manages one of his shops and the finances. They were together for two years, even discussing marriage, but the outcome is predictable. Similar stories abound. He's married with children; how easy is it for him to divorce and be with her? These kinds of relationships start off exciting, or even sweet, but become increasingly exhausting. During our conversation, I could sense her resentment—yet another tragic woman, like a moth drawn to a flame. I comforted her, feeling a pang of jealousy and a touch of sadness. Behind so much indulgence and games, how much genuine affection and helplessness against fate truly lie hidden? When love reaches a dead end, is it necessary to resort to extreme measures to love the other person?
My conversations with her weren't driven by lust; they were mostly her pouring out her heart, and I comforted her. He allowed her to... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.)
I forget how long it was before she came to see me in Mianyang. I picked her up at Pingzheng Station, like I was picking up a girlfriend from out of town. She was wearing a white dress and looked really beautiful, though she seemed a little tired. We ate at a restaurant outside the station. I served her food, and she didn't say much. We acted like a couple, but actually, we were more like old friends.
After dinner, we went to a nearby hotel. I don't think we'd planned this beforehand, but I felt we should do it again. She was still amazing, so voluptuous. I wanted to use a condom, but she said, "Never mind, I trust you." Since that was the case, of course I didn't say anything.
I wasn't as excited as last time, and she wasn't as passionately moaning or as wildly responsive. Afterwards, we were both a little disappointed. She laughed and said, "Weren't you so amazing last time?" She lay in my arms and slowly started talking about him again, almost uncontrollably. They had broken up; actually, that time with me had already decided to end things completely because her family was pressuring her to get married. She said he was very unhappy after we slept together last time, saying he'd never seen her so passionate, that he was jealous, and that he asked if she liked me. I'm not trying to be pretentious, but I could clearly sense she was deeply hurt. However, I didn't have the right to judge him for not appreciating her or anything like that; I could only hold her silently. She also said she didn't want to, and couldn't, stay in Jiangyou anymore; she wanted to go to Chengdu. For some reason, I said I'd give her some money later for spending money. She looked at me and didn't refuse.
After talking for a while and regaining our strength, we started again. This time it lasted a long time, and she was very wet. Her moans were filled with lust, but also with a sense of helpless heartbreak. Every woman is an angel, and a woman who has lost love is a fallen angel. But one thing is certain: her heart belonged to a man who didn't want to or couldn't take responsibility for her. At this moment, she belonged to me! With this painful feeling, I focused intently, moving slowly, and she watched me. I felt that sex was beautiful, and life was beautiful, even with so much helplessness and hurt. While she went to the bathroom to wash, I put some money in her bag—a thousand yuan. When she came back, I told her, but she didn't say thank you.
Later, we chatted online. One day she said she had a boyfriend. I saw photos of them together on her social media; the guy looked like he had just graduated high school. I thought that even a tenth of her charm was enough to make him infatuated. In bed, she must have been guiding and controlling him. Perhaps after they got married, if she brought him into a threesome, he would truly witness how shocking his wife's promiscuity was! After that, we lost contact. I hope she sees this article.

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