51. A Travelogue of 3 People

On May 1st, after a hurried international flight with two layovers, I finally arrived in my long-awaited hometown. My longing was overflowing, and words from the bottom of my heart were beyond words. Having endured a long separation and endless yearning,
I was greeted by a turbulent mix of emotions—bitter yet exhilarating—reminiscing about my long and eventful youth.
My lover and I had been in a relationship for three years, steadfast and resilient, standing tall like a pine tree, yet flowing gently like a stream. We had experienced both unforgettable moments and moments of quiet tranquility. Everything had long since settled into a state of calm, but that very night, it all came crashing down like a stormy sea.
Back abroad, I had already found a young, single man for my lover. Though young, he was about our age—a PhD student, excellent in every way, poised and articulate. After consulting with my lover, we decided to have a fun-filled time together. After getting off the plane, I went straight to the apartment complex. It was already 11 PM when I booked the room. My lover arrived as promised. We entered, chatted, and embraced. Everything was understood without words, yet I hadn't forgotten my single friend waiting outside. I called him to the hotel. My lover was shy, and my single friend was bashful, momentarily at a loss, then suddenly filled with passion. We went downstairs, bought playing cards, and went inside. The three of us sat on the bed, engrossed in the game, yet unspokenly understanding each other. It was our first time, and we were both nervous and uneasy. Our eyes exchanged signals; my single friend glanced sideways, my lover turned her head away. The subtle nuances of this moment can only be understood by those who have experienced it. My lover was too shy to speak, and my single friend was too shy to move. After three rounds of cards, like a prostrate, hungry tiger, I pounced on my lover, kissing and caressing her. I gestured for my single friend to take a shower. We emerged, and my lover and I bathed together. A moment later, we left the bath, turned off the lights, and got into bed. I floated above my lover's delicate body, my fingertips smooth as ice, as white jade. The single man, bored, gestured for them to caress each other. The lover, panting, eagerly entered, thrusting powerfully, her cries echoing, the excitement indescribable, until she ejaculated inside. The single man raised his weapon, thrusting straight in, pumping and pounding with unprecedented force and size, his penis seemingly unheard of. Her body was about to give way, and the lover felt like she was dying of pleasure. I straddled her head, inserting my penis into her mouth, a deep-throating pleasure, ejaculating into her mouth, which she swallowed entirely. The single man continued thrusting for half an hour, her lover experiencing multiple orgasms. After a short rest, the single man continued thrusting, and the lover orgasmed again. We rested again, and the single man and I gave the lover a spa massage; she felt comfortable, and it was over. The single man continued thrusting into her for over two hours without ejaculating, leading me to suspect he was taking drugs. At this moment, my lover had reached a state of ecstasy, kissing the single man, whispering sweet nothings, and talking about love. I couldn't help but feel jealous and envious. When my lover was giving the single man oral sex, my heart sank to the bottom. When the single man seduced my lover, I felt an indescribable pain. Because of someone, the single man didn't ejaculate all night. After the single man left, I found that my lover was crying, and I cried too.

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