The Search for My Son (Part 9)

I originally didn't plan to write about my husband and I's threesome with this young Black man ; I wanted to just gloss over it because I had many concerns. I don't care if people think it's just wishful thinking or fabrication; my biggest concern is being criticized. But I thought, just like men C and E are considered top sex performers among Asians, maybe this young man we met was one of the best among Black men? Perhaps other Black men are much less impressive? So please don't accuse me of being a Western worshipper.
Some scientists have said that East Asians evolved the fastest, with high intelligence and low physical fitness; Black people evolved the slowest, with low intelligence and high physical fitness; and White people are somewhere in between. For those of us who care deeply about sex, we can't help but lament: why have we East Asians evolved such poor sexual function?
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I remember the date clearly: October 19 , 2013. We met up with the young man. To avoid arousing suspicion, I was cautious and changed hotels, booking a double room and having the young man book a single room at the same hotel.
The doorbell rang, and the young man came in. My heart was pounding; I'd never been so nervous. My wife had just been saying she was extremely nervous, even thinking about that perverted man, D.
However, the young man's relaxed, natural, humorous, and charming manner dispelled our tension. He was dressed up carefully today; although his clothes were casual, they were clearly expensive, and he had even applied a touch of cologne, which I could tell was from a very good brand. He gave his wife a bottle of honey, saying it was from his hometown and would make her even more beautiful.
I found this young man to be very intelligent. In our previous interactions, he and his wife had almost always communicated in English, but today he proactively suggested that we communicate entirely in Chinese, only resorting to English when there were genuine communication difficulties. Clearly, he was being considerate of my feelings. Seeing that he didn't seem inclined to jump straight into the topic, I made three cups of coffee, and we began chatting.
I told him that my wife and I have a very good relationship, we never argue, my wife is successful in her career, and she is very obedient to me. He smiled and said I was lucky to have such a lovely wife. I asked him if he really didn't think our behavior was strange. He said he didn't find it strange at all; he thought it was normal. Then he said that while his wives were considered beautiful locally, none could compare to my wife. In his eyes, Asians and Caucasians excited him more. He also said that in all his years in China, he always brought one of his wives with him. He never went to nightclubs to philander, nor did he ever try to seduce Chinese women. Only once, he was targeted by a female reporter from an evening newspaper, and they booked a hotel room. But when the reporter saw his large penis, she was frightened and didn't continue. He laughed and asked his wife if she would be scared and wouldn't dare to continue when she saw his genitals. His wife said she wasn't afraid. Indeed, a C- cup or E- cup size is already large enough; his wife was completely used to it.
After chatting for a while, he playfully said his penis was telling him it wanted to start, his expression humorous and quite endearing. The young man had created such a harmonious atmosphere that his wife was very relaxed. I reiterated my previous point: my wife and I usually do it ourselves; today we were mainly observing them. I told him to relax a bit, but be gentle. He smiled and said he understood, adding that he himself was a gentle Nigerian lamb. Haha, how humorous! So dark-skinned, and yet he calls himself a lamb.
The wife went to shower first and came out in her pajamas. The young man took out a pair of red striped shorts and a small bag from his bag and went into the bathroom. When he came out, his dark physique was on full display: not as muscular as the man in question, even a bit overweight, but still very fit, with long limbs and a body as sturdy as an iron frame. The red and white striped shorts were loose, giving off a strong exotic vibe, yet undeniably human. I went into the bathroom and found a bottle of feminine hygiene product—yes, feminine hygiene product! The young man must have brought it! He even brought his own toiletries. I was surprised; this young black man was so particular. Perhaps he wanted us to think he was hygienic and leave a good impression?
I finished showering, and the young man playfully challenged me to a height contest. I was a little taller than him. Then I smelled a strong, fresh scent of perfume on him.
"Shall I start?" the young man asked me.
“Go ahead,” I said.
At this moment, the wife seemed a little shy. Despite her long experience, this shyness was clearly a sign of anticipation and longing. The young man picked her up, playfully kissed her, and then sat down on the sofa with a grin, revealing his adorable, perfectly white teeth. He then embraced his wife, who was sitting on his lap, and began kissing her. She lowered her head and remained silent, letting his lips roam over her ear, cheek, and forehead … Soon, she became aroused, clinging tightly to the young man and kissing him back … When the young man's hands explored her entire body, reaching inside her underwear, she moaned incessantly …
"Honey, his mouth is so big, and his lips are so thick. It feels so good to have my lips covered."
I nodded, took off my underwear, and started rubbing myself.
The wife, kissed and touched by the young man, finally cried out, "I want it!" At the same time, she slipped her hand inside the young man's shorts.
"My God, it's huge, it's terrifying!" the wife exclaimed in surprise. She then got off the young man, knelt on the carpet, and pulled down his shorts.
I went over to check it out. The young man's thing was terrifying, at least 25 centimeters long, resembling a python. The glans was dark red, and the middle part was very thick, shiny, and smooth. There were very few fine, curly pubic hairs, which made it seem even bigger. Although his thing was very dark, it had almost no wrinkles, and it was a large, clean-looking thing that looked quite neat, much cleaner and more refined than that of people of Asian or Caucasian descent!
The wife lifted the young man's hard penis; his testicles hung long. After examining it closely, she suddenly took the glans of his penis into her mouth ...
No matter how hard the wife tried, she could only take half of the young man's penis into her mouth. The wife was clearly not afraid of this huge penis, but rather treated it like a treasure, using her mouth and tongue to caress it tenderly.
My wife turned to me and said, "Giving him oral sex feels so good, so exciting."
"Whatever makes you happy." I stood there, affectionately stroking her hair.
The young man was already moaning loudly from his wife's caresses. He grasped the base of his penis and gently slapped it against his wife's cheek ...
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The wife wanted to be penetrated, so she bravely stood up and sat on the young man's lap with her legs apart.
"Not wearing a condom?" the young man asked.
"No need to wear it, let's go in." His wife couldn't wait.
I crouched down to observe his entry and told the young man to be gentle. The young man smiled and nodded.
Like a snake swallowing an elephant, his wife's vagina first submerged the glans, then halfway in, and as it went further down, his wife cried out in pain ...
The young man held the base of his penis with his hand, and his wife began to move vigorously on top of him, shouting loudly that she was enjoying it ...
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(I originally wrote 3,000 words here, but it was too explicit and felt like a scene from an adult film, so I deleted it.)
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For me, it was such a brutal and stimulating visual shock of black and white intercourse!
For his wife, what kind of sexual shock came from the combination of being of a different race, having a huge genital, and having super functions?
To reiterate: why have we, the yellow race, evolved such subpar sexual function?
The young man's body, though dark-skinned, looked very clean and healthy, with remarkably smooth and delicate skin, and very firm muscles beneath a thin layer of soft skin.
After the young man sweated, his body emitted a strong odor, which smelled like mud and a zoo (no offense to Black people). I found it very unpleasant. His wife, however, said that she liked the smell of the young man's body, which she felt was the smell of a slutty man. She even licked the sweat from the young man's chest.
The young man's big mouth, thick lips, long tongue, and the way he licked with his tongue, which was black and white, meant that women didn't need to care how good his oral skills were; just looking at him was enough to arouse their desire to be licked and sucked.
The young man's erect penis (or rather, hardened penis) was not much larger than when it was flaccid, but it was very hard, and most importantly, it was very resilient! It looked flaccid, but when you touched it, it was very hard, which was completely different from the flaccid penises of those white men.
The young man was blessed with a naturally long and flexible penis, allowing him to perform many actions I simply couldn't. For example, he would have his wife lie face down on the bed, spread her thighs, guide his penis into her vagina , then close her legs again. He would then spread his legs, straddle her back, grasp one breast in each hand, and thrust rapidly without his penis slipping out (this action brought his wife to tears; she told me it was incredibly pleasurable and became her favorite position during sex). Another example was when his wife came out of the bathroom; he would hug her from behind, bend her legs , and easily insert his penis into her vagina, then push her against the wall, thrusting until she reached orgasm several times. He would also perform other actions, such as thrusting into her vagina repeatedly, and so on. There were many more actions that my short penis simply couldn't perform.
The young man had amazing stamina and never got tired. His penis was ready to be inserted at any time. When his wife was eager, his penis might seem soft, but if he gripped the base and pulled upwards, the tip would become engorged and hard, making it easy to insert. He would then hold it for a while before releasing his grip and he could then thrust normally.
During seated and rear-entry positions, the young man was very considerate of his wife, holding the base of his penis with his hand to prevent accidentally inserting too deeply and causing her pain. In other positions where he couldn't penetrate all the way in, he could thrust vigorously for a long time without ejaculating until his wife was completely satisfied.
Incredibly, his wife said that even when his penis was inside her vagina and she wasn't moving, she could feel it wriggling. Indeed, once, he inserted it halfway and didn't move for two minutes, and his wife actually had an orgasm! When his wife asked him how it could wriggle, he said he was constantly contracting his anus.
He ejaculated a large amount of semen each time, and the semen was very white and thick. His wife swallowed his semen twice. She said his semen tasted similar to mine, but slightly sweet, and was very stimulating. To me, however, it smelled extremely fishy.
What's even more admirable is that the young man is very mischievous and humorous. He licked his wife's toes, scratched the soles of her feet, tickled her, and even offered to give me oral sex (which I politely declined). We were both so tired that we didn't want to move, and he actually crawled around on the carpet like a puppy ...
Over four hours, the young man ejaculated four times, and his wife experienced countless orgasms. My obedient wife, knowing my preferences, constantly told me how she felt. Each time she climaxed, she thanked me profusely, telling me she felt like she was dying of pleasure …
What's most infuriating is that while his wife was driven half to death by him, he cheerfully said goodbye to me, telling me he was going downstairs to his room to sleep ...
My wife and I, like lambs drenched after a storm, fell asleep wearily in each other's arms.
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Daylight broke, and I checked the time—it was almost 6 a.m. My wife woke up too, and her first question was where the young man was. I told her that after we finished last night, I went to sleep in his room. My wife said, "Call him and tell him to come up; I want to do it one more time ..."
The young man came up and fucked his wife until she was "exhausted" ...
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In the following month, my wife asked me to meet up with the young man three times, which made my mother-in-law quite unhappy: she kept sending the child to her place, blaming us for being too playful. Haha, little did she know what her daughter was up to! During that time, the man , E, asked us out, but my wife seemed completely uninterested.
On the next three occasions, the young man and his wife had a very high time together . It seemed as if his wife had become a sex slave in front of him, completely losing all sense of shame. The young man even suggested having sex with his wife, to which she remained noncommittal, but I refused.
After the second threesome with the young man , I felt that my wife wasn't as engaged in sex with me as before; she was clearly physically present but mentally elsewhere. During the third and fourth threesomes , my wife seemed to no longer care about me beside her, which made me realize there was a serious problem.
In the past, after having threesomes with men C and E , my lovemaking with my wife was always very enjoyable. The feeling of threesomes was like an aphrodisiac for our sex life, enhancing our marital intimacy. But now, after having a threesome with this black guy , it has had a negative effect on our marital intimacy. I feel abandoned!
I realized the seriousness of the problem. It seems the saying, "After a woman has sex with a Black man, she never wants to think about Chinese men again," is true! If my relationship with the young man doesn't end soon, our marital sex life will definitely be doomed!
I promptly lied to my wife, saying I'd lost my phone and couldn't contact the young man anymore. Actually, I knew his number by heart. My wife almost cried, telling me to look for him everywhere. I said our city is so big, where would I find him? My wife suggested I wait at the places the three of us had been, but I said forget it, let's just consider our experience a memory. My wife was so frustrated and disappointed. For a whole week, she hadn't contacted me once at night; when I did, she was clearly just giving me perfunctory answers.
I think that with time, she might forget about that young man.
but …….

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