[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Soon-to-be Couples (Complete) - 18

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The fine creaking of the bed frame turned into a heavy, hoarse protest every few seconds, mixed with the trembling sobs of the two at their climax, each sound like a drumstick pounding against my heart. Unseen scenes floated in my mind, imagining his white semen covering Jing's vaginal walls, still slowly flowing deeper. Unspeakable humiliation and heartache, accompanied by a strange, intense pleasure, permeated my consciousness.
I don't know how much time passed in the haze, but the room behind me gradually quieted down, and I could still hear the two of them breathing heavily. Suddenly, I heard Jing say weakly, "You... get down first, it's so heavy..."
I heard Qiang hum, the mattress creaked a few times, and then teased, "Why didn't you feel heavy just now?"
Jing gasped for breath: "If I had said it was heavy just now, would you have gotten down?"
Qiang chuckled, but before he could speak, I heard Jing say, "I have to sit up." Then I heard the sound of her tearing off a tissue.
"Why?"
I didn't hear Jing speak.
"Afraid it will flow in, right?" Qiang's tone contained a hint of smugness.
Jing didn't reply, but said, "I'm going to take a shower." The bed creaked as she spoke, clearly indicating she was getting out.
My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively jumped up and rushed back to the sofa. Just as I sat down, I heard Jing open the bathroom door. I didn't dare look in that direction, my heart still pounding. Suddenly , I realized she must have heard my footsteps, and my face flushed.
Then I thought, she naturally knows I've been eavesdropping, and besides, she's probably not more open about it than I am. We both know, so avoiding eye contact is best to avoid embarrassment. Then I thought, my wife has slept with another man, and I, the husband, am acting like a thief. I couldn't help but despise myself.
Just then, I heard footsteps beside me, and Qiang, shirtless and wearing only shorts, came out, still rubbing his shoulders. He sat down on the single sofa next to me with a smile.
"Getting older, it gets really tiring to support yourself like that after a while," he said, but his expression showed more satisfaction than weariness.
I had a complicated feeling about him. On one hand, he was the man I had specifically chosen to satisfy my sexual desires, and so far he had performed well. On the other hand, he was, after all, another man who had slept with my fiancée and ejaculated inside her. The fact that he now knew where we lived made me even more hesitant.
My mind was in turmoil, and this was evident on my face. He seemed slightly taken aback, paused, and asked, "Brother, I ejaculated inside you just now, don't mind."
His directness made me feel a little relieved, and I smiled and said, "It's okay, but next time we should discuss it first." But in my heart, I wondered, if he had asked me beforehand, would I still have agreed?
He nodded, then suddenly lowered his voice with a hint of slyness and chuckled, "Actually, this is also part of Xiaojing's training."
I knew that all too well, and hummed in agreement.
"Are you satisfied with the progress so far? Is there anything you want me to do?"
His question caught me off guard; I couldn't think of an answer.
Seeing my blank expression, he continued, "I have a guess, please don't be offended if I'm wrong."
"Tell me?"
He pondered for a moment, then calmly said, "I guess you want to go further, to make Xiaojing even more promiscuous. But on the other hand, there are various considerations and concerns in society, and out of a desire to protect her, you're not entirely at ease."
Since I've pushed my woman onto this path, I have to bear all the responsibility. I thought to myself that it's not just about protecting her, but also about protecting myself, and I nodded.
"So I think that between us, or between you and me, we need to build a stronger trust. For Xiaojing, the less she knows about my real life, the better. This way, she can abstract my image in her mind, which helps her separate her experience with me from reality. This also helps me to explore her inner world more deeply, letting her try things that are not usually acceptable."
I understood what he meant and nodded.
“As for you and me, I think you need to understand me better and control what happens, so you can fully protect your wife.”
“I think you’re right,” I interjected. “I do think I should know more about you.”
“How about this, I’ll send you my personal information when I get back.”
I felt much more relaxed: “Okay, about what happened, well, I think if I knew everything beforehand, it might have less fun.”
He laughed: “That’s right, you’re really something, bro.” I
heard the sound of the bathroom tap turning on, and my heart skipped a beat. I mustered up my courage and asked: “Did you have fun tonight?”
His eyes lit up, and he quickly said: “Of course! To be honest, I’m not young anymore, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had two nights in one. Only Xiaojing can make me feel this way. You know, when I asked her if I could ejaculate inside, I was quite nervous, but she didn’t object. I was so happy then, you can’t even describe it!” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke with pride.
As I listened to his description, a mixture of jealousy and pleasure welled up inside me. My voice hoarse, I said, "You're having a great time. I'll have to buy her the medicine tomorrow."
His expression shifted, he chuckled but remained silent. I suspected he was fantasizing about getting Jing pregnant, and my own desire surged, but I was too embarrassed to say it aloud.
After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "When will you two have the chance to come to Hangzhou again?"
I teased, "You have quite an appetite, aren't you? You're already thinking about the next meal after you've just finished eating."
"That's because your little Jing is too charming," he said, seeing my good mood. "Just kidding. If she were really willing to entertain clients, they'd be lining up."
His tone was ambiguous, a test, but involuntarily, an image of Jing naked, her body lying prone, her wrists and ankles bound to the bed, passively receiving the successive rapes of various men outside the door flashed through my mind. My senses went blank for a moment. I snapped out of my daze and saw Qiang looking at me with a half-smile. My face flushed, and I said awkwardly, "Xiaojing is actually quite conservative. She won't agree."
Qiang smiled and said, "Assuming she agrees, would you?"
I had been holding back all night, and my lust was beyond my control. With his teasing, the word "yes" almost slipped out. Fortunately, my brain was still somewhat functioning. My lips moved, but I managed to hold back. After a long while, I said, "I think this is still a bit far off for us."
He nodded. "Yeah, I knew you were cautious. That's good."
I didn't know how to respond for a moment, so I changed the subject and said, "I'll ask Xiaojing tomorrow if she wants to go to Hangzhou for a few weeks."
"Okay."
The sound of water had stopped by then. A moment later, the doorknob clicked, and Jing came out of the bathroom, her face flushed. Seeing me talking to Qiang, she softly said, "Honey, come in for a moment."
I noticed a hint of timidity in her voice and was slightly surprised. I nodded to Qiang and followed her into the bedroom. As soon as I closed the door, I felt Jing's warm, damp body press against me, her arms tightly wrapped around me. I tried to pull away from her embrace and turn to look at her, but she wouldn't let go. I had a pretty good idea of what was going on, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Jing's cheek was pressed against my back through her undershirt, and she said weakly, "Honey, I drank too much tonight."
"Hmm, are you alright?"
"Hmm...Are you angry?"
A warm feeling washed over me, mixed with a touch of amusement: "Angry about what?"
Hearing that I showed no anger, her stiff body relaxed a little. "Um... he... that... inside..." Her voice was filled with shame as she said the last few words. Even though I was still facing away from her, I could imagine Jing's expression.
"I know, you two did it again in the bedroom," I said, feigning ignorance.
Jing, still oblivious, said cautiously, "No... he... he just... he... he did it inside..."
I suppressed a laugh and deliberately spoke in a serious tone, "You let him ejaculate inside?"
Jing trembled, her hands involuntarily tightening around me, and said fearfully, "I was wrong, husband, please don't be angry..." Her voice was trembling with tears by the end.
My heart softened at her words, and I couldn't bear to tease her any longer. I chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. It's nothing serious."
Jing paused, then let go of my hand and pulled me close to examine me closely. Seeing me grinning at her, her lips trembled, and she burst into tears. Then, she punched my chest with her small fist: "You jerk!" She was clearly agitated, and the punch hurt quite a bit. She raised her other hand to hit me again, but I grabbed it and pulled her tightly into my arms. She struggled a few times, then stopped, sobbing in my embrace.
Seeing how much she cared about our relationship, my heart surged with love. I whispered in her ear, "You're very sexy and alluring tonight..." My lower body jerked at the opportune moment to show that I wasn't exaggerating.
She remained silent, so I shamelessly whispered, "I saw him ejaculate inside you just now, and it was incredibly exciting. I almost came myself."
She giggled, her tears turning into laughter, then her voice became worried. "Won't you... think I'm... dirty?"
"Silly... I'm the one who invited him." I wanted to say it wouldn't happen again, but I was afraid she'd think I still held a grudge, so I held back.
"You're the silly one," she instinctively retorted, her tone involuntarily lightening. She seemed to realize her words were inappropriate, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Honey, will you sleep with me tonight?"
I thought that although it was a bit of a lapse, Qiang would understand. "Okay, I'll go out and tell him."
"Hold me a little longer..."
We cuddled for a while longer before I went out to tell Qiang. He didn't mind, saying he'd go to a bathhouse for a massage to relax, which I thought was a good idea. He packed his things and said goodbye, even inviting Jing to visit Hangzhou before leaving, which made Jing blush again.
After seeing him off, Jing seemed to completely relax, and her face showed signs of fatigue. Knowing that I hadn't been aroused all night, she forced herself to serve me one more time, but I politely declined. I turned off
the light and lay down, holding her in my arms with her back to me. She pulled my free hand over to cover her soft breasts, and before I could think anything, I heard soft snoring. I chuckled, knowing she must be exhausted today, and felt a pang of tenderness. I didn't dare move the arm behind her head.
The whole world was silent except for the woman beside me. I pressed against Jing's warm body, trying to calm my body, which had been accumulating desire all night, with my turbulent thoughts. I
replayed everything that had happened that day in my mind, and I couldn't help but be surprised by the richness and debauchery of the events that had occurred in the past dozen or so hours. Thinking of the more amorous parts, I couldn't help but knead Jing's plump breasts. Hearing her groan softly in her sleep, I didn't want to wake her. With a very slow movement, I withdrew my hand and gripped my penis tightly through her panties.
Feeling its unusual hardness and even its length, I couldn't help but sigh softly, and then pulled down the top of my panties
, pulling them close to my scrotum. The engorged glans, exposed during the movement, unintentionally pressed against Jing's buttocks. It was so sensitive; I could almost feel the slight indentation of her plump buttocks through the thin cotton fabric, and the tingling pleasure brought by the elastic pressure. I groaned silently, feeling a surge of desire within me, and involuntarily began to gently stroke my lower body with my unaccustomed left hand. The slightly clumsy movements, the slightly different sensations, all brought a strange kind of pleasure.
Suddenly, the thought of offering my fiancée to others twice to satisfy their lust, while I could only secretly masturbate while holding her, overwhelmed me with a sinful, intense pleasure. I bit my tongue hard, struggling on the edge of orgasm for several long seconds before managing to
avoid ejaculating on the spot. Even so, a sticky fluid had already secreted from my urethra. I tried to reach for a tissue but couldn't reach it, so I could only smile bitterly and let myself be. After resting for a while, my desire was still surging, but I knew that if I continued, things would only go wrong sooner or later, so I forced myself to calm down and try to fall asleep.
...
On Sunday, I got up earlier than usual and left at eleven o'clock. Jing was still lazing in bed. Every time I went to the pharmacy to buy emergency contraception, I always felt that the seemingly calm expressions of the middle-aged female sales clerks carried a hint of disdain. Leaving the pharmacy felt like escaping an invisible force field, making me feel relieved.
I bought takeout and went upstairs. I saw Jing hugging a pillow, half-leaning on the sofa watching TV, still half-asleep. Seeing me carrying things, she asked sweetly, "What delicious food did you buy?"
"Spicy chicken cubes, braised ribbonfish, dry-fried green beans, and fried rice with egg."
"Wow, I'm starving! I'm going to brush my teeth!" she said, getting up and humming a tune as she walked towards the bathroom.
"Damn, you get up and watch TV without even brushing your teeth! People always see you as so pretty, who knew you were so lazy!" I laughed and scolded.
"Tch, you're so serious at the company, who knew you were such a pervert?" Jing mumbled back, her mouth full of toothbrush.
After we finished eating, I plopped down in front of the computer, and Jing protested, "Playing games all day!"
"You're always chatting on QQ, aren't you?"
I pretended to just remember and said, "Oh, right, there's medicine in the cabinet, don't forget to take it later."
Jing paused, suddenly realizing what I meant, her face flushed red, and she immediately fell silent. I chuckled inwardly. I had just put on my headphones when Jing came up behind me and hugged my neck, stammering, "You...you just bought this?"
"Yeah."
"How long...is it effective?"
"It says 72 hours after ejaculation." I deliberately emphasized the word "ejaculation.
" "Pervert." Jing pinched me. "You're just teasing me!"
I laughed and turned around, pulling her down to sit on my lap. Her face was flushed, and she whispered in my ear, "I want...tonight we can do it again..."
"Oh?"
She giggled, clinging to me without looking up. "Like this...you can ejaculate inside me tonight..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but pretend to be fierce. "You slut, what do you mean I 'can't' ejaculate inside you!"
She whimpered, "Don't be so pedantic..." As she spoke, she gently stroked my crotch, as if to comfort me.
I hummed in agreement, burying my head between her breasts, inhaling her faint fragrance with ecstasy. "Let's not wait until tonight, let's do it now!"
"Hmm..." Jing seemed to hesitate.
"What's wrong?"
Her face was burning hot, and she whispered, "Yesterday...maybe it was too much...my...down there is a little swollen..."
I stared wide-eyed, a strong thrill running through me: "He made you swollen!"

(Forty-one)

Jing let out a soft moan, then cried out as I pushed her back a few steps and she fell onto the sofa. Without a word, I pulled down her pants: "Let me see."
"Go and draw the curtains..."
Jing panted, her legs raised as I lifted them. Her naked lower body in broad daylight was scrutinized by my close inspection, and she couldn't help but feel incredibly ashamed. The tender pink flesh between her thighs seemed to be more separated than usual, and the two thin petals that were usually hidden inside were now swollen and translucent.
"Damn." I said, half surprised and half jealous, "He really went all out with his dick."
Jing was shy and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt if I don't touch it..."
I stared intently at her crotch: "Was he really hard when he fucked you?"
"Ugh... Honey, don't say that... Ouch..." Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Jing's private parts contracted, and a gush of fluid came out.
"Damn you, you little slut, why are you wet again?"
Jing blushed and broke free from my hands, hurriedly bending her legs to grab a tissue to wipe herself.
"Baby, you seem to be getting more and more excited now, huh?"
Jing glanced at me: "Isn't it because you corrupted me?" This made me chuckle.
After playing Fallout all afternoon, I was about to ask Jing what she wanted for dinner when I saw her come out of the bathroom looking dejected.
"What's wrong? Has the swelling gone down?"
"Yeah, it seems to be better, but my period came." She looked at me apologetically.
I made a face, but secretly I was looking forward to seeing what new experience my longing would bring me. I chuckled, "No need for medicine."
...
Early Monday morning, Anne emailed to say that a new receptionist had been found and Nikki could start working here next week. I replied with thanks, wondering why Nikki hadn't come to see me excitedly yet, since she must already know. I called Helen to invite her to lunch. Perhaps because there were colleagues around, she answered calmly on the phone, but I couldn't miss the hint of ambiguity.
Maybe I was too immersed in the weekend's experiences, but after not seeing her for a few days, she felt a bit unfamiliar. We ate and chatted, and I made a few jokes as usual, but she didn't respond much. Suddenly, she blurted out, "When are you getting married?"
I panicked for a moment, "Why are you asking this?"
Her expression was normal, "A few colleagues said you're getting married soon."
I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "Soon."
She said "Oh," and lowered her head to chew her food.
I didn't know how to comfort her, and after hesitating for a long time, I smiled bitterly, "I don't know what to say either."
She remained silent, then suddenly stopped eating and burst into tears.
I panicked at the sight, looked around to make sure no one I knew was there, and gently took her hand, saying, "Don't be like this..."
She pulled her hand away, took a tissue from her bag, and wiped her
tears, saying, "I'm fine." I wanted to sit down next to her and hold her in my arms, but I was afraid of being seen by others. We walked silently back to the company, and I couldn't help but think about my philandering, wondering if the price was too high.
When I got back to the company, I saw Nikki sitting calmly at the front desk with someone beside her, so I didn't go over to talk to her. She must have seen me, but she didn't even glance at me.
I had a feeling she knew about Helen and me.
Even so, business still had to be done. In the afternoon, I sent her an email with the work she needed to familiarize herself with beforehand, and a reply came shortly after, just an "ok." I became even more certain, and I couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore. Whatever.
I didn't have much work to do in the afternoon, and with the time on my hands, I couldn't help but think about what happened over the weekend. Lost in thought, I saw an email from Jing in my inbox, saying she was going to Hangzhou on a business trip on Friday and would be back that day. I sighed inwardly, wondering if this was fate.
Going on Friday, but what if she didn't come back?
I'd imagined countless times Jing being "trained" by Qiang Ge alone without me by her side. I wondered if she would be more nervous or more relaxed. Judging from his methods and understanding of people's psychology, it was probably the latter.
But he was an outsider after all. If I wasn't there, who would protect Jing? What if he called a group of people to gang rape her? What if he took nude photos and used them to blackmail my future wife into becoming his sex slave…?
Hmm? Why is this getting more and more sentimental?
Just then, my phone beeped. It was a text message from Qiang Ge, saying his personal information had been sent to my email. I checked online and sure enough, I'd received it. The timing was too coincidental. Then I thought, if Jing had told him her itinerary, then meeting over the weekend wouldn't be out of the question, but it might be difficult for her to stay alone.
When I got home, Jing was busy preparing dinner. I put down my keys in the living room and asked, "Going on a business trip on Friday?"
Jing replied from the kitchen, "Yeah." Her tone was calm and natural.
I chuckled inwardly, "You're just pretending." "When are you coming back?"
"Back that day."
I grinned mischievously and went into the kitchen, hugging her from behind. "Really?"
"What do you mean, 'really'?" She clearly sensed something was off, but pretended not to notice.
I slipped my hands under her armpits, cupping her two heavy, plump breasts and gently kneading them. "Does Qiang know?"
Her ears turned red, but she didn't turn around. "Yeah."
I thought to myself, "Just as I expected." "What did he say?"
Jing's spatula made a loud clattering sound as she turned the pot. "He said if we wanted to stay the weekend, he'd treat us."
"Treat you or us?"
She paused, laughing and scolding, "Just say what you want to say, stop beating around the bush!"
I whispered in her ear, "Do you want him to give you a private lesson for the weekend, and then report back?"
Jing shook her head vigorously.
"Why?"
"I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Without you around, who knows what he might do to me?"
I couldn't help but lewdly laugh, "That's what makes it exciting."
She was speechless for a moment, but I didn't say anything more. I pinched her plump buttocks, smiled, and went to lay out the table.
...
After dinner, I went online as usual and saw that Brother Qiang was there too. Jing was watching TV not far behind me, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
But I was also itching inside, so I couldn't help but greet him and secretly wrote, "My wife is all swollen from your fucking."
"Oh, really? Sorry. Your wife is really young, hehe."
"She came to Hangzhou on a business trip on Friday. Did you tell her not to go back that day?"
"I did, she said she'd talk about it later."
I thought to myself that Jing hadn't really said anything definitive: "Keep trying."
"Hehe, give me a boost. Are you coming?"
I wondered if this was an implication: "If I'm not here, what are you planning to do..." Before I could finish writing, I heard Jing get up behind me. I hurriedly opened another window, but it turned out to be an advertisement for an adult website. I couldn't help but sigh.
"Pervert, always looking at this." Jing didn't stop, heading straight for the bathroom.
I breathed a sigh of relief, reopened the window, added the word "do," and sent it.
"Hehe, then I'll make her loosen up a bit more."
"?"
"I was afraid you'd feel bad if I told you, anyway, I'll give you back a perfectly good wife."
I felt a surge of excitement, and was about to ask how exactly, when I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. I quickly reopened the window to browse the webpage again.
...
When Jing gets her period, her libido is stronger than usual for those few days. I often tease her that the more she's not satisfied, the more she clings to me, arousing my desire but having nowhere to release it. At most, she'll use her mouth to bring me to orgasm, but it never really finishes. From Saturday until now, I've even managed to hold back from orgasm with my hand, and I'm quite impressed with myself for
it. The more this happens, the more I feel like I could see a hole in the wall and have impure thoughts. At night, with the lights off in the room, we couldn't help but huddle together, passionately kissing and caressing, leaving Jing feeling unsatisfied, but we finally had to go to sleep. It's
a Pyrrhic victory, and I'm not faring any better. Actually, I had plenty of opportunities to see Hele N these past two days, but I wanted her to calm down a bit.
Actually… vaguely, I wanted to tease myself again…
maybe… in a state of extreme craving, I could make decisions I wanted to do but dared not…
For two nights in a row, it was like this. With Jing tossing and turning beside me, unable to sleep, I imagined that in a couple of days, when she reached her peak, I would let Qiang take my place and reap the rewards. It was as if I were in his shoes, enjoying the beautiful soon-to-be wife's sorrow and wantonness. Scenes floated through my mind, any one of them enough to drive me crazy.
By Wednesday, at noon, I received a text message from Jing: "Honey, I want it so much." I smiled, thinking that everything was ready, only the final touch was needed.
…
At night, eleven o'clock.
Half-naked Jing, wearing only underwear, lay softly on the bed, her beautiful hair loose and her eyes closed. My tongue skillfully swept along the edges of every sensitive spot on her body, deliberately giving without being satisfied, teasing her so that her fair and delicate hands were now squeezing her tender breasts hard, accompanied by unbearable moans.
"It's so hot...it's so itchy..." Jing's legs twisted and turned, struggling.
Knowing full well she craved my mouth to gently suckle her engorged nipples, my tongue deliberately traced circles of varying sizes along her breasts.
"Husband...lick me..." Jing's reserve crumbled quickly, her voice trembling as she pleaded.
"Do you want it?"
"Yes..."
"Say you're my whore."
"I already am..."
"Then will you listen to me?" My heart pounded at the thought of what I was about to say.
Jing closed her eyes, as if expectantly: "Yes, I'll listen to anything..."
My hot breath brushed against her sensitive nipples: "Then we'll stay at Qiang's house on Friday."
Jing tilted her head back and said "Oh," slowly, "You...you want to see me let him do it again..."
"No." I tried my best to control my slightly trembling voice, born of excitement and nervousness: "I won't go, let him have his way."
Jing pursed her lips, her expression conflicted.
My fingers lightly touched between her legs; even through the thick cotton padding, it sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a soft moan.
"He said he'd train you properly, that he'd make you feel like you're in heaven."
Jing whimpered, her head sinking into the pillow, swaying from side to side, her hands clutching her tender breasts.
"Go on, wife, you'll be on your period this weekend!" I said passionately, it was hard to tell if it was an order or a plea.
"Mmm..." Jing's cheeks flushed, her legs crossed and pressed tightly together, her body arching upwards.
"Tell him to use all his tricks, and come back and tell me little by little how he'll play with you!"
"How will he... play with me..." Jing groaned softly, asking somewhat vaguely.
Judging from her tone, it seemed like she was about to agree, so I quickly said, "I don't know, but he said he'll definitely make you experience the thrill of indulgence!"
"You... want me to indulge?"
Jing closed her eyes, her voice floating, it was hard to tell if she was embarrassed to look at me or immersed in her own fantasies.
"I want to, wife," I said, my mouth dry. "I just want him to do you to me... You know, I've been holding back these past few days, just to see how he'll do you." "
You're so perverted... You just love it when someone uses your wife..."
I couldn't stand hearing Jing say that... It was so pleasurable...
"Oh, wife, I love hearing you say that... Go ahead... Be wild once, satisfy me once too..."
"Mmm..." Jing hummed, softer than a mosquito's buzz.
"You went?" The intense stimulation and aching sensation made me almost incredulous.
"If you like it... I'll satisfy you... Mmm..." Before Jing could finish speaking, my rain of kisses had already covered her beautiful face.

(42)

On Thursday night, Jing dawdled until after 10 p.m. before starting to pack. I saw her hesitating in front of the open wardrobe and laughed, "Find two pretty and sexy outfits."
Jing blushed and said, "Don't laugh at me!" She then snuggled up to me and hugged me, murmuring, "Honey... I'm still a little scared..."
"What are you scared of? You're a grown woman, he's not going to eat you."
Before she could think any further, I continued, "Where are you staying, at his house or a hotel?" Actually, I had already discussed these details with Qiang Ge, along with some basic rules, such as no taking photos or videos. I asked Jing this simply so that by recounting these trivial matters, she would feel that she wasn't completely unaware of what was about to happen.
"Yeah, he said he booked a villa-style hotel, and he'll pick me up after work."
"Did he tell you what clothes to bring?"
Jing's face flushed, and she nestled in my arms, whispering, "No, he said... I just need to take myself..."
I chuckled softly in her ear, "Anyway, he definitely won't let you be properly dressed most of the time."
Jing said "Oh," and her body went a little weak: "Honey... are you willing to let me?"
"The more you're unwilling, the more exciting it is... You don't believe me? Feel it." I pulled her small hand down to my lower body.
"It's so hard... I'll make it up to you when we get back..."
"You said it yourself, when we get there, let loose a bit, learn how others do it, and we'll try it when we get back."
Jing responded, then looked up and scolded, "You just like selling me out."
I chuckled: "Alright, alright, we'll talk about it when we get back."
...
Early Friday morning, I vaguely heard the alarm clock ring twice, and then I felt Jing get up beside me. I don't know how much time passed in a daze, but then I felt soft, warm lips on my face: "Honey, I'm leaving." I forced my eyes open and saw Jing, dressed neatly, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a faint smile. I mumbled a sleepy
"Mmm." "You idiot," she said, staring at me blankly for a while. "You're leaving."
...
After a busy morning, I suddenly had some free time at lunchtime. I unconsciously opened my wallet and saw that my train ticket was still there, which brought a sense of peace. What
I hadn't told Jing was that I would also be going to Hangzhou tomorrow.
However, tonight was my free time, and I didn't want to stay home alone and overthink things, so I met up with Helen, of course.
...
Eight o'clock, Bund 3.
A slow-paced French meal, with plenty of time to pour out our hearts. Helen was different from her previous melancholy; she seemed calm and intimate, and her words revealed her interactions with other men. After all, she's a woman born in the 80s. I was overthinking it. I thought I should be happy for her and myself, but a bittersweet feeling of vanity crept into my heart.
Did you really expect her to be heartbroken and die for you? I smiled at her, not letting the slightest ripple in my heart show.
Of course not. I just thought I was a special man, but it turns out I'm not that special. Suddenly, I realized that perhaps to all the women I've been with, I wasn't that special, except for Jing. What is she doing now? Even though tonight is just the prelude, Brother Qiang probably won't let her off the hook...
While eating dessert, a pleasant ringtone suddenly sounded across the room. Helen elegantly took out her phone, smiled at me from the screen, and answered, "What brings you here? Calling me on a Friday night?"
I wondered which man it was, but I didn't know what that smile meant.
"I'm having dinner with him... Do you want to come?"
I was completely dumbfounded.
"What are you doing here? How about this, we're almost finished eating, see you in half an hour at Muse, the one near Fuxing Park, um, bye."
She hung up the phone, looking at me with a smile, and said, "As soon as I said I was having dinner with you, she said she wanted to come over."
"Who is it?" I guessed pretty much who it was, but couldn't help asking.
"Who are you talking about? Nikki, of course."
I thought to myself, "You didn't even consult me before letting her come over. Looks like you have no intention of coming home with me tonight." I said "Oh," my tone hesitant.
"What, scared?"
"I just don't understand what you two are up to."
"I told her, and she told me."
Even with my thick skin, I couldn't help feeling embarrassed. After a long pause, I said, "Her and I... a long time ago..."
She looked at me, her thoughts unreadable. "I've always wondered why she always told me to be wary of you. Now I finally understand." "
Ahem... ahem... Sir, the bill!"
...
Muse is always so busy; by 8:30, there were almost no seats left. I finally managed to settle down at the bar. In the dim light, Helen's beautiful face seemed even more alluring. I sipped my Chivas Regal, a piece of ice swirling in my mouth, thinking how incredibly attractive she was.
"Hey!" Nikki suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gave me a shove.
She had clearly changed her clothes at home and even touched up her makeup. Wearing a black dress that revealed a large expanse of her smooth, fair back, she looked even more striking than before.
Seeing the hint of reproach on her face, a far cry from the aloofness of the past few days, I felt a stirring in my heart and smiled, "You look beautiful tonight!"
Nikki scoffed, tossing her head, "No sincerity at all!" She turned to talk to Hele N. I noticed Hele's expression harden slightly at my teasing, but it vanished in an instant, and the two of them chatted intimately, their words flowing so fast I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
"Whiskey and Coke," I called to the bartender when Nikki ignored me.
Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Nikki turned and asked, "How did you know I wanted whiskey and Coke?"
"Don't you always drink that?"
"I'm having Cosmo today."
I couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, no problem... Cosmo, thank you... Here, have a seat."
Within moments, all the bar seats were taken, so I simply stood between their seats.
"Aren't you tired of standing?" Nikki asked while Helen went to the restroom, her voice unnaturally casual.
A warm feeling welled up inside me, and I smiled, "How could I be tired with such a beautiful woman by my side?" I thought to myself, why do women always take my kindness for granted? They get so easily moved by the slightest reward.
Her expression turned cold, "You mean Helen, right?"
I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to myself, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I meant both of you," but I said aloud, "Of course I meant you! You look really beautiful in that dress!" My hand unconsciously landed on her soft waist.
She pushed my hand away, sneering, "You're quite something, you can fool any girl."
"No way!" I was about to weakly defend myself when I saw Nikki's expression change, and sure enough, Helen was walking towards us.
...
The whiskey was changed to red wine, then turned to vodka...I don't remember who suggested going to the mansion to dance...Nikki lost terribly at dice, then my luck was absolutely terrible.
I poured myself another glass, only to find everyone around me gone… I slumped onto the sofa, watching two beautiful women embracing and swaying on the dance floor. Someone seemed to be whistling nearby. A primal urge surged within me, and I involuntarily staggered over… I
didn't even need to move; the world was spinning. Two more women were swirling around me, one in front and one behind, as if everyone around us was watching… I rubbed against the one in front, then reached back to hug the one behind. I had just pinched her butt when she—yes, Helen…—pushed me away…
The three of us laughed wildly and walked out the door. Nikki collapsed to the floor, unable to get up. Helen desperately pulled her up, and I hoisted her onto my back.
In my daze, I heard Helen say, “We can’t let her go back like this, her mother will scold her!”
She replied with a question about where to go, and I think I heard her say something about a hotel: “Let’s go to the Garden Hotel, it’s close.”
I stumbled to the hotel, not even knowing the list price, only that it was quite expensive in that situation. I dragged Nikki upstairs, finally laying her down on the bed, and then lay down myself, not wanting to get up.
In a hazy state, I heard the seemingly endless sound of rushing water. Completely losing track of time, I didn't know how much time had passed when I suddenly heard a pleasant voice say, "Aren't you going to take a shower?"
I sat up and saw Helen with wet hair and bare face, her cheeks flushed, wearing only a pure white bath towel. I answered and, without hesitation, stripped down to my underwear before entering the bathroom. Thankfully, the shower stall wasn't slippery, and the water hitting my head helped me sober up a bit.
"She's a good drinker..."
I thought groggily, then thought of the alluring body under the towel, and suddenly wondered why she had come to the hotel. Did she want to do something with me? This complicated question was impossible to figure out right now. Finally, I decided that if she was still wrapped in a towel and not dressed when I left, it meant she wanted me.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and I stared in disbelief as Helen, her face flushed but incredibly determined, untied her towel, jumped in naked, and hugged me tightly from behind.
I snapped out of my daze, pulled her into my arms, and sealed her lips with mine. The water washed over us, making every soft undulation of her body slide against my skin. We caressed each other vigorously, panting, ignoring the wet strands of our hair, and impulsively bit each other.
The feeling of passion igniting between us was so intoxicating. The unspoken understanding between our bodies made me know clearly that she was feeling what I was feeling.
In a frenzy, I grabbed her hair, turned her around, and pressed her upper body down against the faucet. I grasped my erect penis and searched between her thighs. She moaned, her soft waist rising and falling with it. In a few moments, I found the hollow between her thighs and thrust in halfway. Her legs went weak, and her body tried to slide down, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her back. With another thrust, I went all the way in, making her cry out loudly. She braced herself against the wall with one hand.
The water kept splashing against her buttocks and back, making it almost impossible for me to open my eyes. The pleasure and mental stimulation drove me to thrust into her at full speed, the slapping sounds of our soaking wet bodies colliding more intense than usual. She moaned, enduring it, and after a while, turned her head and gasped, "Let's go to bed... I can't stand anymore." I
hastily dried myself, walked naked out of the bathroom, and suddenly saw Nikki still asleep in bed. I hesitated for a moment, but Helen beside me had already taken my hand and led me to the bedside, pulling me down onto her, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a passionate kiss. It was
the first time I had ever been naked and intimate with another woman in front of one woman, and I felt both nervous and excited. The alcohol had worn off a little, and my mind was clearer. I couldn't help but fantasize about making love with both of them at the same time—the enchanting scene of one king and two queens—wouldn't that be the envy of even the gods?
Although the thought crossed my mind, I dared not show it, only venting my pent-up desire on the soft body beneath me. As I was burying my face in her shoulder, I suddenly felt her hand leave my neck and then move to my buttocks; the sensation was completely different.
Instinctively, I looked up and saw that she had taken Nikki's hand and was stroking my waist and hips.
Nikki was half-opening her eyes, neither cooperating nor resisting. I abruptly turned to Hele N, only to see her laughing drunkenly, "What are you waiting for? Take off her clothes."
I hesitated for a moment: "Are you serious?"
"Don't wait for me to change my mind."
I looked at Nikki again; her eyes, though barely open, held confusion and sadness, but no resistance. A surge of ecstasy filled my heart. Afraid this was just a dream, I quickly stripped Nikki of her clothes.
As I lifted her slender legs and peeled off her small lace panties, two fair and beautiful bodies were simultaneously and completely exposed before me. My eyes greedily savored this earthly beauty; the unparalleled pleasure made me want to shout.
One passionately demanding, the other wistfully yearning. I lay on top of her, my back pressed against her soft, jade-like skin. Her lips were sweet, her hands kneading the two contrasting peaks of her body, while her delicate tongue teased my testicles.
I pulled Helen, who had been enjoying sucking my genitals, onto her back, then laid Nikki on top of her, assuming a wanton position for rear entry. From the foot of the bed, her four intertwined snow-white legs revealed dazzlingly white buttocks, her vulva budding, each with its own unique allure.
My lust surged, and I parted Nikki's labia, savoring them, my fingers slowly tracing her sensitive spots, eliciting soft moans from her lips. Her hands went limp, and her cheek pressed against Helen's chest. It had been so long since we'd made love; with a thrust, I excitedly opened her tight passage, letting out a blissful "oh.
" "So comfortable," Helen said, stroking Nikki's hair, looking at me with a hint of jealousy. Nikki was still somewhat dazed, moaning but remaining silent.
"We each have our own merits," I said, no longer holding back.
"Go to hell."
"Have you ever played with three people before?" I asked casually as I fucked Nikki.
Helen glared at me and said, "Of course not!" Then, as if talking to herself, she added, "Only with you and her..."
Hearing this, I felt a sense of relief, followed by immense vanity.
She saw me smile and said, "Proud, aren't you?"
I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Of course!" After a few hundred thrusts, I withdrew and instinctively pushed Nikki forward, Helen raising her legs and thrusting in with force. "It's your turn now. I'll tell you how it's different later." Her cavity wasn't as narrow, but it still had an unusually slippery grip.
"Oh... you rascal..." The derogatory word, spoken by a woman moaning during intercourse, carried boundless allure.
Nikki's two snowy buttocks were still raised in front of me, her pubic hair wet with her juices, each tuft appearing particularly lewd.
I was getting excited, and as I thrust harder into Helen, I slapped Nikki's buttocks, making her flinch and moan.
"Hers are really tight, yours are tight and slippery."
"You mean... I'm not tight enough!" Helen pouted and tried to escape, but I held her legs tightly, so she couldn't get away.
I held her two wide-open legs tightly and lewdly said, "You used to be very tight, but I've loosened you up a little recently."
"No..." Hearing my cheesy words, she went limp and couldn't muster any strength.
I slapped Nikki's buttocks again: "You can't escape either. I haven't been able to do it with you lately, which is a huge waste of resources."
Nikki was still quite drunk, and with her eyes closed, she protested, "Who wants to be with you!"
I wanted to punish her, but I just wished I had one more thing, and I couldn't help but laugh. So I reached out and gently touched her clitoris, which immediately silenced her. After a few moments of play, my middle finger suddenly thrust in, making her cry out. She trembled all over, moaning softly as I rapidly penetrated
her. The thought of me using direct physical contact, taking turns enjoying their most primal experiences, filled me with a sense of conquest. My body, weakened by alcohol, wasn't easily aroused. The three of us went at it for what felt like forever. After Nikki begged for mercy and I changed positions with Helen a couple more times, I was finally at my limit, feeling like I'd just had a sauna.
"I'm going to cum!" I cried, sweat pouring down my face, squeezing out the last of my strength as I thrust into her.
"Cum!" Helen, her face flushed, had strands of wet hair clinging to her forehead. Seeing my impending climax, she hugged me tightly and even lifted her head to lick the drops of sweat dripping from my chin and neck.
"Let me shoot it on your face!" I instinctively knew she wouldn't refuse any of my requests now, so I pulled out abruptly, panting, and pulled Nikki over to me as well: "You catch it too."
Our two beautiful faces were very close, our eyelashes trembling with fear, while our panting red lips were full of expectation and desire. Four lotus-like arms intertwined, two pairs of jade-like breasts swaying before my eyes. I knelt on the bed, gazing at this incredibly stimulating sight, and quickly pressed down on myself with the last few straws: "Oh... ah..."
The energy pent up for a week turned into a powerful jet of white semen. The first two or three spurts smeared Helen's eyes, and the intense, soul-stirring pleasure slightly changed direction. Then, amidst the moans and groans of the two women, Nikki's temples, lips, and nose were ravaged...
Weakly supporting myself on the bed, I was almost exhausted and gasped for breath with my eyes closed. After the orgasm, my hypersensitive lower body was instantly taken into a warm mouth, making me tremble involuntarily. Then... a second one... They comforted me with the gentlest touch in the world, filling my mind with conquest and gratitude.

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