The banks of the Funan River were scorching hot in July that year.

Years ago, in a business suite on the third floor of the Riverside Hotel on Wangping Street in Dongmen, we took that first step on our date with a middle-aged couple from Chongqing. Even today, recalling it still evokes a unique feeling.
I had just turned 30 that year, and I met them—a couple from Chongqing—on 69 Paradise. After communicating on QQ for over half a year, we video chatted blindfolded, and things started to feel right. On the first Friday of August 2009, they said they would come to Chengdu to meet us that afternoon. I remember calling my wife's office to discuss where to book a hotel, and she chose the Riverside Hotel without hesitation. She and her best friend frequented the hotel, knew it well, and it was close to her workplace, so she could call and book two adjacent business suites. I said okay, hurry up, I'm on my way to Wangping Street. On the way, I told the Chongqing couple the hotel address, but they insisted on booking their own rooms and contacting me after checking in. I understood their thinking; we would have done the same.
I rushed to the hotel, and my wife was already waiting in the lobby. I told her we'd only pay for one room; they'd have to pay for the other one themselves. After checking in, my wife went to the hotel supermarket and bought a black swimsuit and men's swimming trunks, saying, "Let them go down and take a good shower too, and let's double-check if it's okay." We went up to the innermost room on the third floor. As my wife opened the door, she turned back and muttered, "The room across the hall is reserved for them, tell them that."
We'd only been inside a short while when the phone rang, saying they'd arrived. I quickly sent him the room number, reminding them to buy swimsuits and trunks and meet us at the bathhouse on the basement floor. My wife smiled and said, "Looks like you're all in a hurry." I laughed too, "Indeed." My wife took off her swimsuit and put it on, her fair skin appearing even whiter and brighter. She leaned against the windowsill, slightly raising her hips, gazing at the blazing sun over the Funan River. This sexy pose suddenly aroused me. I picked up my DSLR camera and took several pictures from behind and the side. I wanted to record our first time. Afterwards, she turned her back to me, placed her hands on the window, bent over, and spread her legs wide (this is the most alluring side of my wife; she can unintentionally ignite my desire). My penis was already angrily erect, and I slowly pushed open her swimsuit and inserted it deep into the depths of her wet vagina… My wife panted, asking me to pull the strip of fabric between her buttocks a little wider so that I could penetrate more thoroughly. I could feel her unusual excitement; her vaginal opening was constantly overflowing with a lot of fluid. She frantically shook her white, plump buttocks, and the muscles in her legs began to stiffen. She kept moaning: "Harder, husband, it feels so good…" I realized where her intense reaction came from; she was probably imagining being vigorously thrust into by another strange and powerful man. And I felt the same way, as if I were that man next door, lewdly holding her and thrusting hard from behind. I finally couldn't hold back anymore, and amidst my wife's almost painful screams, I ejaculated… I collapsed onto the bed with her in my arms, my limbs weak and drenched in sweat. The two of us were like dogs just pulled out of the water, panting heavily.
My wife patted my face and said, "Honey, you haven't been this good in a long time." I nodded and said, "Just thinking about someone else fucking you like this makes me inexplicably excited. What about you? Are you the same as me?" "Yeah, I also close my eyes and imagine another man, a handsome man with huge penises, fucking me hard." "My genitals are so itchy, I can't stop the itch without masturbation." Whenever my wife swears, I know she's extremely satisfied. I said, "Get up, it's time to go downstairs, don't keep them waiting." My wife got up to go to the bathroom to wash. I quickly stopped her and said, "Don't wash, go downstairs and steam yourself, disinfect." My wife laughed and said, "Okay, and you can check out his wife's figure while you're at it." "I want to see if he has a big belly. No big-bellied men, please." We talked as we put on our swimsuits and bathrobes and went down the stairs. (
The package included a steam room and medication for the business suite.) Guests changed into their swimsuits and bathrobes in their rooms and took the elevator down the corridor to the basement. The wet and dry saunas here are unisex (imitating Japanese bathing culture), just like the swimming pool. The wet saunas are unisex (everyone in swimwear sits alone, surrounded by four walls), with steam periodically spraying down from above, creating a misty atmosphere. They were already inside. We sat opposite each other, sizing each other up, needing to confirm our acceptance. There were a few other guests in the lobby, all quiet and respectful. I asked my wife how it was, and she said it was alright. Then I saw them nodding as well. Everyone had made their final confirmation. My wife and I got up and sat down next to them, exchanging pleasantries and knowing each other's feelings. Then I suggested we go to the dry sauna. I chose a small sauna room, and we went in and closed the door. With four glass walls separating us, people outside seemed hesitant to come in, watching us chat and laugh. The rising temperature made the conversation more lively; things we used to say online were now being avoided. The conversation revolved around the differences in lifestyle between Chongqing and Chengdu, the weather, transportation, and so on... I can't seem to remember what the theme of today's gathering was. The two men were a little younger than us; the Chongqing girl addressed him as "brother" very quickly. His skin was wheat-colored and glowing. His high-slit swimsuit made his legs appear even longer. His hips weren't large, but they were very full. Even sitting, I knew it was a pert, round bottom—the kind of woman quite different from my wife. In Chongqing, men are typically over 175cm tall, slightly overweight, but without a belly—this is very important. He wasn't very talkative, but seeing me and his wife talking animatedly, he offered to let me sit next to her, and he naturally moved to sit next to his wife. Everything felt natural, but the four of us were now seated differently.

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