Sanya trip coming to an end

Due to a job change in the previous period, I was busy with work and forgot about finishing this article. However, a long time has passed, so I can only write down what I remember as carefully as possible, as a summary of this first attempt. Things should always have a beginning and an end.
I lay down on my side on the chaise lounge in the bedroom, watching their playful interaction through the frosted glass. I saw him lathering her with soap—you can imagine a tall guy, over six feet, lathering a petite woman with soap; it was a strangely incongruous harmony. I think you understand what I mean. Then I saw him finish lathering her, bend down to kiss her, and secretly ask if it felt good, if he'd hurt her anywhere. His voice sounded quite gentle, a stark contrast to the man in bed earlier. Perhaps that's one of the things she liked about him—the gentleness of a grown man. Maybe such gentleness would seem weak and vulnerable to a smaller man like me. Anyway, in subsequent dates, he used this as a point of attack against me. Perhaps my wording isn't quite accurate; it was actually a three-person date, regardless of how I participated.
After we finished showering, he lay down on the bed first, turned on the TV, and chatted with me. She quickly finished showering too, wearing a hotel robe with her belt loose, her hair piled high with a towel. She walked to the bedside, looked at me, and said, "Come on up, don't get cold," because the room's air conditioning was still set very low. She obediently climbed up, leaned against his chest, and lay down on her side. He immediately wrapped her in the blanket, and she gratefully turned her head to him. He also leaned down and kissed her in tacit understanding. Then we discussed where to eat, because the best moments always fly by, and the TV news showed it was almost 12 o'clock in the lower left corner.
I got up immediately; they were both probably hungry because they'd missed breakfast due to their morning activities. I immediately suggested they eat something at the hotel, though my subconscious thought was that they could come back earlier to finish. Haha, I don't know what I was thinking at the time, I just blurted it out.
Downstairs at the restaurant, perhaps because it was the off-season or the hotel was in a remote location, it wasn't crowded. We didn't order à la carte and opted for the buffet. We each got our own food, and I sat down first, choosing a table by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the pool. From afar, I saw him holding his plate full of food in one hand, while the other was gently placed behind her waist. She pushed his hand away, looked at me, and I smiled to indicate I didn't mind. As they drew closer, I heard her say to me, "Look at him, flirting with me in public!" I replied, "Who told you to be so handsome?" We quickly finished our meal; actually, the two of us men were each lost in our own thoughts. She ate very little to begin with, so the three of us soon returned to our room.
On the way back to the room, she was silent, but it was clear she was also looking forward to it. Her eyes were moist, and her face still had the flush from before, though much lighter than before dinner, it was still very noticeable. Her high heels clicked loudly on the marble floor of the hallway. He walked in front, she was in the middle, and I walked at the back. He opened the door and let me in first, but then pulled her arm and closed the door. She was pulled over by him, seemingly wondering what was going on. But the moment she stood still, she probably understood. He said, "I guess you haven't eaten enough." Because she understood what he meant, she immediately threw a punch. He pressed hard on her shoulder, and she stopped playing around. She glanced at me sideways and squatted down, looking up at him again. He quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and his erection was immediately in front of her. His hand caressed her head, and she immediately opened her mouth wide. Without hesitation, he shoved his large member inside and began thrusting. It felt like they had played this game for a long time, because their coordination was so skillful. Sometimes, he would penetrate very deeply, and I could see a slight pain on her delicate face. But when he pulled out, he would have a smile on his face, as if two friends were joking around. She understood. I wasn't her; I was just guessing what she was thinking. Then he would smile back and immediately thrust in again. I don't know if it was because I was watching that he thrust so quickly and forcefully, her little head could only rest against the cabinet door behind her. Perhaps he was afraid her head would hurt, so he immediately lifted her up with both hands and thrust forcefully. I saw tears in the corners of her eyes; I didn't know if it was from pain, sadness, or from a brief moment of suffocation. After about 5 minutes, he tilted his head back and started to growl like before. I thought he had reached orgasm. I saw him thrusting forward rhythmically. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was noticeably bulging. Her mouth wasn't big. When he pulled out, I saw a line left at the tip of his penis. White liquid started to seep from the corners of her mouth, slowly increasing until a lot of it flowed out and dripped onto the carpet. He asked with concern, "Are you alright?" "Was I too rough just now? Does your mouth hurt?" She smiled, opening her mouth to show him, revealing a lot of white fluid inside. She playfully said, "Here, take it all back, take it all back," and wanted to go kiss him. He said, "We have guests today, you forgot? Haha, go give it back to him, otherwise he'll have come for nothing!" His wife turned to look at me on the sofa, her eyes asking, "Is it okay?" I could only smile slightly. I would definitely obey her every wish. She crawled over, glanced at me, I nodded, and then kissed her deeply. Because I had been sitting, her neck was tired, so I crawled down and hugged her. Her tongue pushed the semen from her mouth into mine, saying, "It's all yours, it's all yours!" A satisfied smile appeared on her face. I wondered, how could I accept such fluid back then? Was it because of her? Or because of him? He stood to the side, smiling at me, "Delicious, isn't it?" Hehe! Looking back, perhaps this was the first time I was humiliated!
Unexpectedly, they didn't continue. Instead, my wife changed into a dress he had bought for her in Beijing after washing up. It was a black lace dress, a little over 10 centimeters above the knee, with three-quarter sleeves. The chest and sleeves were semi-sheer lace, making her look much more mature than the purple dress. He suggested we go shopping, thinking he wanted to buy my wife some clothes, since what we brought was all too cheap. Our hotel was right across from the Sanya Outlet Mall. My wife happily linked arms with him, walking ahead excitedly. He turned back to me and said, "Don't forget to lock the door!" He was carrying an LV handbag and happily led her ahead. I immediately locked the door and followed behind.
I have to go out, I'll continue later! Let's wrap up the Sanya segment first. The rest of the activities will be held at my house. I'm not sure if I should call it an event, a date, or a small gathering, since he's been our good friend for over seven years. But the nature of his visits to my house after Sanya completely changed. It felt so warm, yet so humiliating, but it seemed like all three of us enjoyed it. To be continued! I also love reading your comments! She likes them too!

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