Remembering Jiangnan

My encounter with multiple people began in 2000. I was working in a city in southern China, and after work, I would often spend my time browsing the internet alone in the office.
One day, I met someone by chance. I've forgotten the name of the website, but I remember leaving a message and later contacting them. They were a couple from Suzhou, close in age, and experienced. I, on the other hand, was just a novice who longed for such experiences but had no experience.
After getting to know each other and exchanging photos, I boarded a train to Suzhou and arrived at the agreed-upon hotel. Being my first time, I was both excited and nervous. The environment, the people I was about to be intimate with—everything was unfamiliar. But my hormones kept urging me to face the game that was about to begin.
I entered the room, called her, and soon after hanging up, I heard the doorbell ring. She arrived gracefully, but he wasn't there. Later, she told me that she was worried I'd be nervous, so she wanted to meet me alone first, and then he would come up to join us.
The first time was like losing my virginity—exciting and quick. Her disappointment was evident in her eyes, and she called him. He went upstairs into the room, and after understanding the situation, he smiled and said that it was normal to be nervous the first time, and comforted me by saying that he would continue the unfinished battle. Since I had just released, I sat in a chair, drinking water and watching their union. ... They communicated in soft Wu dialect for a while, then suddenly they stopped. She got up from the bed and walked to me, slowly lowering her body, pulling open my bath towel, and lying between my legs, gently taking my penis into her mouth, gently licking and stroking it, her eyes gazing at me with a hazy look. Soon, my body regained its state, becoming hard in her mouth. She stopped, pulled me to sit on the bed with her, and lay down beside her. Holding my hardness, she entered her body again. The first time I entered a woman's body in front of others, especially since the man beside me was her husband, I felt incredibly embarrassed, yet I couldn't stop. It was a strange feeling; the psychological pressure vanished instantly, and I thrust in and out with abandon, accompanied by her ecstatic moans. He, standing beside me, also became excited, placing his penis near her mouth. She writhed excitedly, responding to my thrusts while diligently performing oral sex, only whimpering sounds emanating from deep within her throat…
When I felt I was about to lose control, I stopped. He withdrew his now-hard penis and took over, continuing my work inside her. I moved to the front, enjoying her oral sex, closely observing his grinding and thrusting, admiring the twisting and changing of her body, admiring her delicate face and soft, melodious moans, appreciating this scene of boundless spring… Gradually, he increased the frequency, and her moans grew louder… Suddenly he groaned twice, and she pressed her lower body against him, grinding against him. He came. After withdrawing, a little of his fluid slowly flowed from her. She whispered something, and he laughed, saying, "Slut, there are still handsome guys to keep fucking you, aren't there?" I went back to work, easily entering her through his fluids. Her slippery, warm place felt so good with every thrust, accompanied by her soft moans. We kept changing positions and methods, gradually getting used to each other's rhythm and frequency. Her moans grew louder, her face flushed, and her body became increasingly supple, softening each of my thrusts. Finally, with a scream from her, I erupted, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of threesome.
After we took turns showering, we lay back down on the bed, the two men on either side of her, chatting about our feelings and past interesting experiences, about our respective work and lives. Gradually, the topic shifted back to the relationship between men and women. She held one of our weapons on each side, slowly stroking them until they became erect. She laughed, saying she felt like she was skiing, holding two poles. Needless to say, both men couldn't help but kiss her, kissing her body. Her body temperature was rising, and we cooperated tacitly, taking turns entering her, a relay race...
I don't remember what we ate that night, only that she kept wanting more, and we kept giving until we were exhausted. That night, he did it four times, I did it three times. I didn't touch the drugs he brought; I only hoped the pleasure came from instinct, from my own energy.
The next morning, I saw her eyes were empty. I kept wondering if all those who indulge in sex have such empty eyes. Exhausted, I returned to my city.
I haven't contacted them since, and I've forgotten their contact information and what they look like, but I can't forget those moments. Thank you for giving me another kind of first time in my life. Thank you, beautiful woman from Jiangnan.

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