[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - 14

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The sound of water splashing in the bathroom filled the air. Jing, naked, curled up in my arms, her head resting on one of my arms.
My fingertips slid down her shoulder and arm, gently tracing circles of varying sizes. The afterglow of the wild climax still lingered in my mind, and another indescribable feeling was quietly beginning to sprout.
Jing suddenly asked, "Honey... were you happy tonight?"
I didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a while, I hummed in agreement. Then I asked, "And you?"
Jing said softly, "I don't know."
I vaguely sensed her worries and, not wanting her to be too sentimental, I teased her, "Stop pretending! You screamed like you were going to kill me!"
She smiled, punched me lightly, and then said, "The feeling... was quite intense, but I feel a little awkward, like I'm... a little sorry for you."
I was touched and said softly, "Don't be silly, it's all my fault for making you like this. I think it's great!"
Jing bit her lip and said, "Although it seems like I'm just following your lead... actually... I also feel quite excited."
My heart stirred: "That's good. If you don't feel happy, I won't be happy either."
Jing hummed in agreement, and after a moment of silence, said, "Honey, let's... get married?"
Although we'd been engaged for over half a year, we hadn't yet put anything concrete on the agenda. Jing's suggestion made me truly understand her anxiety. Without hesitation, I said, "Okay."
Jing closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body close, saying tenderly, "I love you!"
I didn't speak, only held her tightly. Suddenly, the image of another woman appeared in my mind.
She was my ex-girlfriend. Among the many women in my life, she was the only one I truly and sincerely vowed eternal love to.
She was once the only color in my life, but three years had worn away that vibrancy. In the year we were supposed to set our wedding date, I, not knowing how to cherish her, abandoned her, extinguishing her last hope for me. The despair and pain I brought her back then still hurt so clearly in my heart years later. Where are all those women I once said I loved and truly loved?
And I, finally, am getting married. Jing is wonderful. I can't say I have no regrets, but... it's her!
I suddenly realized I shouldn't be so quiet at this moment, and said softly, "Didn't you want to take wedding photos? Have you looked at any?"
Jing's face lit up with a smile, and she said cheerfully, "Yes, I've found them all. I'll show you their samples online when I get home tomorrow." Then she started rambling on and on, and I listened with a smile, savoring the simple yet warm joy of this young woman.
When Qiang came out of the bathroom, I suddenly felt like a stranger had barged into my house. Jing also stopped talking abruptly, her face instantly turning red. Sensing the slightly strange atmosphere, Qiang reverted to his warm and polite self, casually chatting about everyday things before getting dressed. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he wanted to continue, I really wouldn't know how to handle it.
"Going back tomorrow, right? Do you want me to take you shopping in the morning?" he asked before leaving.
"Oh, no need, we'll sleep in tomorrow, have breakfast, and then catch our train." I shook his hand.
He looked at Jing, as if he wanted to give her a farewell hug, but in the end, he just smiled and said goodbye.
After exchanging pleasantries and seeing him off, Jing muttered to herself, "This guy is not bad."
Hearing her tone, I felt relieved and teased, "What's so good about him?"
Jing glanced at me and deliberately said, "He's good in every way, unlike some people."
"Who are those people?" I looked around, knowing the answer already.
"Those people are you! You even told me in front of him that you wanted me to go out and be a prostitute! You pervert!" Jing said, suppressing a laugh.
"Just kidding!" I said playfully, putting my arm around her.
"It's one thing to say it yourself, but to say it like that in front of others, how embarrassing!"
"Hehe...didn't you get quite excited when I said it..." Jing
blushed and fell silent.
"If I really took you back to that dance hall today, and made you dance with strangers for me, would you be willing?"
"No way! Those men are so disgusting, all of them look sleazy and lecherous."
"What if there were handsome ones?"
"How handsome?"
"Louis Koo is as handsome as him."
Jing seemed a little hesitant, tilting her head in consideration.
Seeing her interest, I couldn't help but get excited. I hugged Jing from behind and whispered in her ear, "Let him touch you! After he's done, I'll put ten yuan in your bra."
Jing cooperated and hummed in agreement: "If you like it, I'll let him touch you." "Then ask him if he wants to take you to the bathroom for sex , three
hundred yuan . " "Oh... " "Wife, I 'm thinking about it again." Jing didn't say anything, but instead grabbed my newly erect penis... ********** ... As I read the letter, I thought about how he and Jing hadn't had much opportunity to make love lately, and with young people's desires being so strong, he couldn't resist contacting us again. Seeing the lustful yearning revealed in his sentimental words, a thought involuntarily crossed my mind… Monday, at the office. “You're back?” Before I'd even settled into my chair, Nikki called. “Yeah!” I said listlessly, looking at the forty-odd emails in my inbox. “Let's have lunch together?” “Okay.” “Should we invite Helen?” My heart skipped a beat, guessing she was testing me: “Why invite her?” “Didn't you two go to Xi'an together last week? What, didn't you manage to hook up?” I feigned innocence: “No way, she completely ignored me.” Nikki laughed smugly: “I knew it. How about it, feeling particularly frustrated? Tsk! Tsk! Even our Don has his moments of weakness!” “Alright, alright, I'm getting back to work.” I deliberately acted dejected and hung up. A slight smile crept onto my lips, and I immediately dialed Helen's extension, but the line was busy. I was writing an email to my boss reporting on my work in Xi'an last week when Helen called. "You called me?" Her voice was calm. "Yes, Nikki asked me to lunch." "Then you can have lunch with her." "Do you want to come along?"

"No need, what would I be doing here if you guys are eating? She didn't even call me." She said, a little sourly.
"Oh, were you talking to her just now?"
"Yeah, she asked me a lot of questions about our situation in Xi'an, all indirect."
"What did you say?"
"What could I say? Look at you, she's my only good friend, and now I have to hide things from her."
I felt a little smug and chuckled, "Want to have dinner together tonight?"
"We'll see!"
"We'll see, six o'clock downstairs, meet me at the Starbucks entrance."
"Okay!"
At noon, Nikki had just sat down in front of me when she blurted out, "Helen's acting a bit strange today."
I gave a noncommittal "Oh," and told the waiter, "I'd like a seafood hot pot set meal."
The waiter turned to Nikki, but she was flipping through the menu, muttering to herself for a while, "Should I have the three-delicacy hot pot or the boiled beef?"
The waiter was almost rolling his eyes. I urged, "Hey, can't you hurry up?"
"Don't rush... Okay, okay, boiled beef, please!"
The waiter had just written down the menu and turned to leave when she called me back. "Ugh, never mind, I'll just have the three-delicacy hot pot!"
I covered my eyes and shook my head, refusing to look at the waiter's expression.
"You really are the epitome of womanhood."
"I am." She smiled sweetly, resting her cheek on her hand. "How about that?"
I shook my head with a wry smile, speechless.
"Alright, tell me what exactly happened in Xi'an?"
"I told you nothing!" I looked innocent.
"I don't believe you, I have a sixth sense."
"What did you sense?"
"You were all talking so evasively, like you were guilty."
"No way!"
"Just admit it, I won't be angry."
"Nothing at all, why are you asking me to admit anything?"
She stared at me for a long time. "Good thing you're tight-lipped, don't let me catch you. By the way, do you want me to be your assistant or not?"
Hearing her get to the point, I became a little serious. Actually, Nikki's work skills are quite good, and recently the HR department hasn't produced any decent resumes.
Looking into her eager eyes, I couldn't help but soften: "Okay..."
"Really?" Her expression instantly burst with genuine joy, and she involuntarily took my hands in hers. I quickly pulled my hands away, widened my eyes, and whispered, "Hey!"
My colleagues and I often come to this restaurant; it's crowded and noisy. Although I don't care that much about what others think, it's better to be cautious.
She pursed her lips, then smiled again: "Then you can talk to Anne this afternoon, okay?"
I was infected by her genuine happiness and smiled in response...
I sent Jing a text message that afternoon saying I wouldn't be home for dinner and made a reservation at the restaurant.
"Tell me honestly, is there anything between you and Nikki?"
Sitting in the elegant French restaurant, Helen's expression made it impossible for me to read her thoughts.
Today she wore a gray silk-linen dress, revealing her delicate knees and slender calves. The fitted blazer she had worn over it had been taken away and hung up by the waiter when she entered. She probably touched up her makeup before leaving work, exuding the elegance and sophistication of a Shanghai woman.
I stared into her eyes and asked, "If I did, would you mind?"
A knowing glint in her eyes, she sat back in her chair and said listlessly, "I knew it."
Although I hadn't intended to hide it from her, I felt a little embarrassed and scratched my head, saying, "Actually… it was a long time ago, now… we're just friends!"
She looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Is there any pretty girl in the company who isn't your friend?
Have you ever slept with Sue from finance?"
"Uh… slept with what?" I thought to myself, how unlucky I am, every question comes back to me.
Seeing my guilty look, she looked at me with disbelief: "You… you slept with her too?"
"Well… actually, I didn't… that…" I thought to myself, how am I supposed to explain this technical question to you? She actually laughed: "I give up." Then she said lightly, "Now you have me too, I bet you're pretty smug, aren't you? You've been with all the decent girls in the company."
I had no way to argue, so I simply took her hand: "Don't be angry! Those are all old news, now it's just you."
She frowned, trying to pull her hand away, but I wouldn't let go, and said softly, "I like you."

(Thirty-three)

Hearing this, she loosened her grip, then stared at me and said, "You're living with your girlfriend?"
I knew Nikki must have told her, so I nodded and said "Mmm.
" "Then why do you say you like me?"
I felt guilty, and after thinking for a moment, I said, "I like both of you."
She snorted: "Do you love her?"
I lowered my gaze and nodded.
"Will you marry her?"
"Yes." Although I'm not a good person, I wouldn't lie about something like this.
She was silent for a long time, then said softly, "I understand."
I looked up at her, trying to find something on her face.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you,” she said calmly.
A sudden longing for new feelings welled up inside me, and I said, “But I hope you’ll bother me.”
She stared blankly at the empty space beside me. “You want me to be your mistress?”
“I don’t have that ability.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I don’t know… I only know you attract me, and I want to see you often.”
Hearing this, her eyes reddened, tears welling up.
I really hated this contrived atmosphere. If we were in a normal little restaurant, I would have reached out and pulled her into my arms.
I raised my glass. “Let’s have a drink.”
She forced a smile, raised her glass to mine, and said, “Cheers.”
Calming myself down, I listened as she recounted her life story over the two-hour dinner.
“When I was little, my family was just an ordinary family… My dad would take me to school on his electric scooter… Sometimes it was late, and the scooter would go so fast, I was so scared I'd hold on tightly to the handlebars…”
“Later, my dad went into business, and our house got bigger and bigger, and he even bought a BMW scooter, but he no longer had time to take me to school. He came home later and later, and he often argued with my mom…”
“During the arguments, my mom would hug me and cry… and I would cry too…”
“They divorced when I was fifteen, and at that time, I felt like the world was all gray…”
“After that, I lived with my mom…”
“My dad would sometimes come to see me; he had another child with my stepmother…”
I listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a question. I was deeply moved by her openness. Red wine is a good catalyst for emotions, and the second bottle is always better than the first. As I helped her, her steps faltering, out of the restaurant, she clung to me, her breath, tinged with the scent of wine, tickling my neck.
"I'll take you home," I said softly, kissing her cheek.
She reached out and hugged me: "Take me somewhere where no one's around… I want you to love me…"
I knew it was getting late, but who could refuse such a request?
On the hotel bed, we kissed passionately, panting as we tore off each other's clothes and threw them on the floor. My lower body, weakened by the wine, was easily taken in by her touch. This long-lost passion surged through me, and in no time I pulled her up, parted her legs, and entered her. She cried out loudly, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
Her vagina was tight and warm, her embrace filled with longing…
"I love you!" Unconsciously, the magic words slipped from my lips, startling even myself.
She trembled at my words, clinging tightly to me, calling my name repeatedly, urging me to press closer and penetrate deeper.
Was I in love again? I didn't know myself. I banished the thought, using the simplest, most primal way to tell the woman beneath me my undisguised desire and emotion. No fancy techniques needed, just the most basic position, twenty minutes of powerful thrusting…
“You’re so strong!” she gasped, her nails digging into my back, driving me to pound into her like a madman.
“Harder… ooh…” She clung to me, struggling to lift herself, biting my shoulder.
I silently pleaded with her to be gentle, but afraid of disturbing her climax, I didn't speak, sending her to the peak like a storm…
…
After our breathing calmed slightly, I rolled off her, pulling her to my side, letting her smooth, delicate back press against my chest. We were both covered in sweat, not bothering to wipe it away. I grasped one of her breasts, not as round and full as Jing's, but youthful and fresh.
"After you get married, will you still make love to me like this?" I couldn't see her expression, only heard her ask softly.
"Would you still let me do this?"
"If she doesn't mind, I don't mind either."
I thought to myself, how could she not mind? I didn't reply.
"Have you ever tried being with two women?" she suddenly blurted out.
"No."
"Actually, I wouldn't mind being with you with Nikki."
I was genuinely shocked.
...
When I got home, it was almost midnight. The living room was dark, but light was seeping through the crack in the bedroom door. I composed myself and pushed the door open a crack.
"So late today?" Jing sat on the bed, holding a copy of Ruili magazine, and looked up at me.
"Yeah, I was with a client." I didn't want to say more. "I'm going to take a shower." I said, closing the door. Actually, I had already showered, but of course I couldn't let Jing find out.
I turned off the light and lay in bed. Jing leaned closer in the darkness and lifted her head. I instinctively put an arm under her neck for her to rest her head on.
"What kind of clients are so important?"
"A few foreigners, they have incredible energy." I made up
a story: "Once they go to Xintiandi, they don't want to leave." "Oh... foreigners are all like that..." Jing changed the subject: "Xiaofeng even texted me today."
"Oh, he wants you to come over?"
"Yeah, but I'm a bit tired, so
I said I'd go another day." I remembered Xiaofeng's email, and although we'd already done it once that night, I was still a little excited: "Call me when you're going."
Jing chuckled: "We'll get caught."
"At worst, we can play with the three of them." I grinned lewdly: "We've got experience anyway."
"No... it's too chaotic..." Jing hesitated.
Hearing her words, I felt she wasn't very firm, so I pulled my arm away and said: "It's only a matter of time. Go to sleep!"
"Mmm." I couldn't quite place which sentence she was referring to.
********** ... Looking at the brides inside, all dressed up so beautifully, I thought none of them were as pretty as Jing. I replied to an email asking her to book her. Anne didn't seem too surprised that I had asked for Nikki; her round, bulging eyes behind her glasses seemed to see right through me: "I'll tell Joseph that Nikki can come over once he finds a replacement." I ignored her and casually thanked her. ... This week passed peacefully and quickly, just like countless busy but empty workdays before. Of course, the work was empty, but with a new office romance, there was no shortage of eroticism. Once, I ran into Qiang Ge on QQ at work. I panicked a bit and immediately set my status to offline, staring blankly at his simultaneous "Hello" message for a long time. That night in bed, Jing said she had chatted with Qiang Ge for a bit that day. "Oh? What did he say?" "He... um... said... anyway, he said a lot of nice things." "Say nice things about whom?" I asked knowingly. "Of course it's mine, why would it be you?" I thought to myself, I've let him sleep with my wife, so a few nice words from him aren't a big deal, right? "What did he say about you?" I lewdly pulled her close. Jing feigned shyness: "He said I'm pretty, I have a good figure, and he said... he felt really good, and stuff like that..." "What exactly did he say?" I whispered in her ear. "...He said... I squeezed him really tight... he said he'd never... ever been so tight before..." Jing said, as if squeezing toothpaste. Hearing this, my penis immediately hardened, and without asking any questions, I started pulling down her pants. "Hey! What are you doing? Don't... it's so late today." I wiped some water between her struggling legs: "What's this?" "Mmm..." Jing turned her face away, her whole body limp. Without any foreplay, I quickly pulled down her pants and pressed myself against her, aiming at her half-wet vulva and thrusting inside. It was warm and incredibly tight inside. “Ouch! Be gentle…” Jing frowned and said, “I wasn’t ready, this is rape!” “I’m raping you, don’t I know that? You’ll get wet after a couple of moves.” I said deliberately roughly, but my lower body only moved slowly. “You bad boy.” Jing hugged me and said coquettishly. “Yes, you let the bad boy fuck you.” I said nonchalantly, “Tell me what else he said?” “He said he saw you online this afternoon, and you might not be free… He said he wanted to discuss something with you…” “Oh, what?” I knew it wasn’t anything serious. “He asked me if I knew what… SM was.” I got excited when I heard that, and my lower body got even harder: “What did you say?” Jing giggled: “I said I didn’t know.”

"Didn't I teach you?"
"It's embarrassing to admit I know such perverted things!"
"You hypocritical slut." I laughed and cursed, giving her two hard thrusts. "And then?"
"Um... he said we could go to his house next time, that he had... props."
My mind immediately conjured up the image of Jing tied up like a dumpling, crying and screaming as Qiang Ge whipped her. "Damn, what did you say?"
"I said I was scared."
"What did he say?"
"He said it was just a game, and he guaranteed it would be a different experience than usual."
"Were you tempted?"
"I said I'd think about it, and then we talked about other things."
"Still pretending, saying you wanted to be sexually abused by him!"
"Oh... I wanted to be sexually abused by him..." Jing closed her eyes, the somewhat unfamiliar words sending a perfectly timed electric current through her body, leaving her feeling tingly.
Seeing Jing's seductive state, I became even more excited: "Shall we call him now?"
Jing stared at me wide-eyed: "Are you serious?"
I was already driven by lust, my body burning with desire and excitement that needed to be released!
"Yes!" I looked at Jing expectantly.
Jing looked at me, biting her lip as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, without objecting.
Without saying another word, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone, went back to the room, and placed it next to Jing's pillow. My penis was still hard, so I quickly put it back in... Oh...
"Call him, on speakerphone."
"Go ahead and call!" Jing said shyly and sweetly.
"A slutty slave should offer herself up." I said with a wicked smile, my lower body moving.
Once Jing was being penetrated, she basically lost her ability to think, and sure enough, she obediently dialed the number.

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