The truthful 3P led to our love-hate relationship (Part 1)

In the previous article, I mentioned "3P: A Night of Love Like the End of the World," and also wrote about my classmate T, whom I've been obsessed with for 20 years. Today, I'll tell you the rest of the story and a little bit of my own thoughts.
If I hadn't been so obsessed with T for so long, he would have been the kind of traditional, responsible, and morally upright family man. It's just that by some twist of fate, I got involved with him, like a demon who always wants to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh. I was his demon, breaking his lustful desires, emboldening his thieving nature, and corrupting his heart. Over the years, T gradually learned that I had other lovers, like Xiao Ai, or others. Each time, it made him extremely jealous, but he also found new excitement in my stories with other men.
T was conflicted; excitement and jealousy battled, and excitement always won out. Gradually, he became dissatisfied with just hearing stories and asked to see videos. I never refuse any request from the man I love. When I was having sex with Xiao Ai, I filmed a video of foreplay for him (I haven't figured out how to write this story yet, so I'll leave it for now). He was incredibly excited. It all started with that video. He said he often fantasized about the intense pleasure of anal penetration and really wanted it.

He'd mentioned before that his penis, which he claimed was 56mm and used Durex condoms, was thick, long, and hard—truly amazing. Just thinking about being stretched to its limit by him made me incredibly excited, and I'd uncontrollably get wet. Because of our long-distance relationship, I often chatted with him about these lewd things, getting caught up in the passion of video sex.
I ignored his boundaries and misjudged his limits, thinking he could accept more, like a threesome. This time, when he asked me if I'd done anything wrong, I naively told him about my five nights of madness. Unexpectedly, he was silent for three minutes, then said something heartless and deleted all my contact information (I later heard he'd even deleted the phone number from his contacts, truly intending never to contact me again).
Instantly, the world spun, and a hole appeared in my heart, one that couldn't be filled. After calming down for over an hour, I told myself that if I didn't say goodbye properly, my love would truly be gone forever. So, I sent him a long text message, without any apology or explanation. I only remember one sentence: "Thank you for the past, I will never pester you again, I wish you happiness!" After sending it, I burst into tears…
T had been living in another city, and we usually only saw each other once or twice a year. Several days of silence suddenly gave me the pain of him disappearing from my world. I knew he was coming back in the next few days, and if he hadn't told me the truth, we should have had a passionate encounter, starting with a passionate kiss behind closed doors, followed by kneeling licks, deep throat, 69… lying down, prone, doggy style, making love while whispering obscene words. We agreed it should be like this!
A few days passed in a daze, I forgot what day of the week it was. Around 9 pm, my phone rang, startling me. I'm a low-key person in real life; after 8 pm, my phone is almost always off. It was his call. I was surprised and delighted, a little hesitant to answer. I took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"It's me!"
"I know, are you back?"
"Yeah, I've been drinking, I'm near your house, send me your location..."
"Didn't you delete all my contact information?"
"Don't ask, I want to see you, I have a way to find you. I really drank too much today!"
"Okay, come on over, I'm home!"
I added him back on WeChat and sent him my location...
I was waiting for him, my heart filled with trepidation, secret joy, nervousness, and anticipation!
In the summer, I'm used to sleeping in the living room, lying on the sofa or sprawled on the floor mat, letting myself be completely unrestrained. In the quiet ten or so minutes of waiting, I tidied up the house a bit, and also tidied myself up, wearing a red nightgown and white underwear, without a bra.
Back in the living room, I absentmindedly turned on the TV, not paying attention to anything, just waiting for the doorbell to ring, anxious and excited...
PS: I write this just for fun, please don't repost, don't bother me, don't question the authenticity, thank you for your understanding!

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