My first experience with a married couple (2)

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Later, over the phone, he told me about his and his wife's situation. Both he and his wife were teachers. He was the kind of refined, intellectual type who, he said, was of average ability, and after a few years of marriage, he found himself increasingly unable to satisfy his wife. His wife was very sexually frustrated, and by chance, they met a local university student, whom they hooked up with. This student slept with them for over a year until he graduated and left the area. He told me that their most outrageous encounter involved the student bringing another student along; the two students served his wife, and he couldn't forget that scene. After the student graduated, they planned to find someone else, but they couldn't find a suitable partner. He said that as a teacher, he had taught many students and was worried about being found out by their parents, so he was very cautious and hadn't found a suitable candidate.
Then he met me at the bathhouse, and he said he inexplicably felt I was a good match. I work out regularly and have a good physique; perhaps because of my job, I look quite respectable. He said he had noticed me for a long time but didn't dare tell me, thinking I was too respectable to agree to do "that" with him. It wasn't until the day I drank that he said I looked rather roguish when I was drunk, and that he thought there might be a chance, which gave him the courage to talk to me.
I chatted with this guy for over three months. During that time, he would occasionally send me photos of his wife, after asking my permission. I thought he was quite considerate because he was afraid of causing me unnecessary trouble by sending me photos, so he always asked for my permission first, asking if it was convenient for him, and only sent them after I agreed. Moreover, the photos he sent were usually faceless, which I thought was a way of protecting his wife. So I had a pretty good impression of this guy, and gradually, I felt that he wasn't a bad person.
One time, he said, "We've been chatting for so long, let's have dinner together!" We arranged a time and place. Later, he asked me if I agreed to bring his wife. I hesitated for a while, unsure whether to agree or not, and then said, "You decide!" Actually, after chatting for so long, I was also quite eager to see his wife, but I was really a little afraid to hang out with her. I didn't know what would happen after dinner.
I remember it was a Wednesday. I couldn't concentrate on work all afternoon, constantly thinking about dinner. I lingered in the office for a while until the end of the workday. My older brother texted me, saying he was almost there. I replied that I'd worked a little overtime and was leaving soon.
When I arrived at the restaurant, they were already waiting for me. I'm pretty adaptable; I was quite nervous before arriving, but I relaxed a lot after meeting them. I shook hands with my brother, and the three of us sat down. I noticed his wife; she was wearing a business suit, her hair unpermed, just piled up on her back, giving her a flight attendant look—I liked it. I smiled at her. My brother said, "This is my wife. We just got off work and haven't had time to go home and get ready." I said, "No need, no need. I really like your outfit, sister-in-law." She didn't say anything, just smiled and poured me tea. I quickly got up, took the teapot, and said, "Let me pour it!" As I took the teapot, I touched her hand; she seemed a little embarrassed and glanced at her husband.
The dinner went smoothly. I'm a pretty good conversationalist, and I usually manage to liven up the atmosphere. I initiated a chat with the two of them, since they're teachers, and I shared a few embarrassing stories from my high school days. The whole thing was quite enjoyable. I drove there and initially didn't plan to drink, but the atmosphere became very relaxed, and my brother and I had a few beers, while my sister-in-law had a few drinks too. The atmosphere was lively. At that point, I started to get a little restless. Since it was a square table, they sat on one side, and I sat on the other, so I couldn't make any further moves. However, I was looking intently at my sister-in-law, and I think they both understood what I meant.
After the meal, my brother said, "Since none of us can drive, let's take a taxi!" I didn't say anything. The waiter helped call a taxi, and after the three of us got in, I still didn't say anything. When we got in, my brother rushed to sit in the front passenger seat, and my sister-in-law and I sat in the back. After the car started moving, the driver asked where we were going. My brother turned around and asked, "Want to come to my place for some tea?" I said, "Sure!" He then gave the driver the address. Then, silence. My sister-in-law was wearing a short skirt and flesh-colored stockings. As the car swayed, I lightly touched her stockings with my fingers and the back of my hand. She gave a token evasive look but didn't resist. The atmosphere in the car was ambiguous. I felt my brother in the front seat was also a little excited because he was breathing heavily, wanting to look back but holding back.
They lived in a relatively upscale neighborhood. In the elevator, it was just the three of us. I felt a little awkward and said, "It's my first time visiting your home, and I haven't done anything special. I'm a little embarrassed." My brother said, "It's okay. From now on, we're brothers. Don't be shy." To be honest, when I heard him say that, I felt there was something more to it. I was instantly excited, even a little aroused. I turned and glanced at my sister-in-law. The look in my eyes made me feel like I could devour her. My sister-in-law was very shy; she turned her head away. I felt the atmosphere in the elevator was incredibly lively.
After entering, I felt a little awkward. Standing in the doorway, I noticed I had to take off my shoes. There were only two pairs of slippers on the floor, and the couple were changing. The older brother glanced at me and immediately understood, saying, "I'll get you your shoes." By then, my sister-in-law had already changed and went into the bathroom without even greeting me. The older brother brought out a new pair of slippers from the bedroom. As he unpacked them, he said, "Wear these when you come to my house from now on." I suddenly felt like the master of the house. I think I discovered my enjoyment of "training" a married woman around that moment.
I handed my briefcase to the older brother, one hand on the wall, the other untying my shoelaces. Because I'd been drinking, I was a little unsteady. The older brother immediately said, "Don't move, I'll untie them for you." After saying that, he squatted down to untie my shoelaces. I took a step back and said, "No need," and then he said, "I'm not sure what to do." He continued, "I'm not sure what to do." He then said, "I'm not sure what to do." He added, "I'm not sure what to do." After entering the house, I sat on the sofa while my older brother went to make tea. My sister-in-law was in the bathroom; I could hear the tap running intermittently. I didn't know what she was doing. I started to feel a little nervous and unsure of what to do. My brother brought the tea over, and I took a few sips. It was warm and comforting. My older brother said to drink more tea to help me sober up. I usually get flushed easily after drinking, even a little. That day, I was probably very excited, and my face was especially red and hot. Since I'd drunk several bottles of beer and two cups of tea that evening, I needed to use the restroom, but my sister-in-law was in the bathroom, and I felt awkward urging her. My brother kept saying, "Drink some more tea." I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I said, "Brother, I don't want any more tea, I need to use the restroom." I felt a little embarrassed. My brother quickly got up and said, "Come to the inner room." It turned out there was another bathroom in the master bedroom. I said, "No need, no need, I'll wait for my sister-in-law to come out, I'll use the outer bathroom." My brother said, "It's okay, don't be shy, this is our home, you can use the inner room." I really couldn't hold it in any longer, so I went to the master bedroom's bathroom. The master bedroom bathroom wasn't big, usually used by the couple. I felt the bathroom smelled strongly of women. I looked around, but there were no clean underwear. It wasn't like the scenes in novels.

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