[Single Man · Me] The instant I stepped through the door, I nearly forgot to say hello. Wanqing — that is what they told me to call her — sat under the warm-toned lamp in the living room, her body wrapped in a nude-colored dress, the fullness of her chest rising and falling against the fabric. On her feet were a pair of stiletto heels, baring her small, pale insteps; her long legs, sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, slid down from the hem of her dress, glossy and sleek. My mind buzzed, and all I wanted was to press her down onto the sofa right then. But I remembered the message Azhe had sent me beforehand: she warms up slowly, do not paw at her the moment you arrive. So I swallowed that urge, set down what I was holding with a smile, and sat down properly across from her.
[Madam · Wife] The moment he walked in, I felt that gaze. Not the sleazy kind that clings to your skin, but a very direct look — as if it had scalded me — falling from my chest to my feet, then climbing back up along my stockings. My face grew a little warm, and I instinctively tugged the hem of my dress down, pressing my knees tightly together. Azhe said he was a decent guy, but my heart still fluttered, so much that I did not know where to put my hands. I picked up my glass of water and took a small sip, yet my eyes simply refused to land on his face; I only dared to steal glances at him from beneath my lashes.
[Husband · Man] I took all of this in, feeling both at ease and, in some way I could not name, a little tense. Wanqing warms up slowly — no one knows that better than I do — so I had deliberately ordered ahead from her favorite place, the spicy, savory kind that made her whole face light up with every bite. I portioned out the meal boxes for the two of them and took the lead in starting the conversation, chatting about harmless things — the shows we had been watching lately, our favorite little eateries around the city, how his trip over had gone. With me bridging the middle, the mood loosened up quickly. Wanqing ate and laughed at his teasing, and those eyes that had kept dodging away slowly began to lift.
[Single Man · Me] By the time the meal was done, I had almost forgotten what I had come here to do. When she laughed, her eyes curved into crescents, and she would cover her mouth with the back of her hand, afraid of showing the food inside — that little bit of self-consciousness was unbearably endearing. I told a few embarrassing stories of my own that had her waving her hand at me, laughing. Once the meal boxes were cleared away, Azhe brought it up quite naturally: “Why don’t we play a little game first, to warm things up?” He fished a deck of cards out of a drawer, the rules simple — whoever loses accepts one small request. The first few rounds were all harmless: a pinch on the cheek, an imitation of a cat’s meow, the laughter washing away that last trace of reserve.
[Madam · Wife] As the game went on, those “small requests” began to cross the line. First he was allowed to touch my leg — through the stockings, his palm was warm, sliding slowly up from my knee, my whole leg tightening even as I did not pull away. Then he was told to bend down and, through the fabric of my dress, lightly lick my chest. At that, I drew in a sharp breath, my fingertips clutching the hem of my dress. I knew Azhe was sitting right there watching, and that thought should have made me more ashamed — yet somehow a current, both tingling and hot, shot from my heart all the way down to my belly. My breathing, beyond my control, grew heavy.
[Single Man · Me] By the time I came to my senses, my clothes had all been stripped off, and the thing below had long been aching hard — after all, for today, I had kept myself empty for two whole weeks. Azhe glanced over and said to Wanqing with a smile, “Why don’t you take care of him first?” Wanqing’s face flushed crimson in an instant, but she did not refuse. She knelt at the edge of the bed, first grasping it a little awkwardly, then lowering her head to take it in. In that instant my scalp went numb — her mouth was too good, wrapping me tight and soft, taking me in and out along the whole length without the faintest scrape of teeth, as if held by a warm, wet embrace.
[Madam · Wife] The moment I took him in, even I was a little startled — the me who had not dared to lift her eyes all day was now doing this earnestly, eyes closed. He was thick, and burning hot; I had to open my mouth wide just to fit him. I shifted through several positions: first he lay back while I leaned in between his legs, swallowing him down bit by bit; then he sat at the edge of the bed, and I simply knelt on the floor, tilting my head up to reach him. Listening to the muffled groans he could not hold back, seeping out through his nose, I felt a small flush of pride rise in me — so I, too, could make a man lose control like this.
[Single Man · Me] After she had served me like that for a good while, afraid of finishing too soon, I quickly helped her up and said it was my turn to please her. She lay back obediently, and I pushed her soaked thong to one side — beneath it was already a muddy mess, the swollen petals slightly parted, her wetness trickling down through the cleft, soaking the roots of her thighs. I took it all in with my mouth, my tongue circling over the tender lips, then searching higher for that engorged, upright little bud, grinding it with the flat of my tongue and sucking it with my lips. My hands did not stay idle either — one kneading her full breast, the pad of my finger flicking that hardened nipple.
[Madam · Wife] The moment his tongue touched me, my whole body arched. That feeling of being cradled in someone’s palm and savored inch by inch — I had never known it before. My hands gripped the sheets for dear life, and out of my throat rolled a soft, winding moan that was strange even to me, each one higher than the last. I could hear the wet sounds of myself, squelching and squelching, so ashamed I wanted to close my legs, but he held them steadily apart. His hands kneaded my breasts, his mouth never stopping, and my mind went blank, leaving only one thought — I wanted it, wanted more, wanted him inside me right now.
[Single Man · Me] Listening to her cries turning more and more wanton, I truly could not hold back; I rose, rolled on the condom, and thrust in. First I pushed in slowly, feeling that tight, soft flesh wrap around me inch by inch, then gradually picked up speed. But two weeks without a woman had left me far too sensitive, and with her slick, hot cunt gripping me so tight and warm, less than five minutes in I felt that current surging straight up — no good, I was about to come. I quickly pulled out and lowered my head to take her breast, sucking on that soft pink nipple to steady myself before thrusting back in.
[Single Man · Me] But only a few minutes later, I still surrendered my weapon. I collapsed on top of her, panting, my face a little unable to hold up its dignity, so I could only own up honestly: “The first time is a bit quick… once I recover, this next round I can basically guarantee fifteen minutes.” She did not laugh at me; instead she softly reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. Just then Azhe stepped in, and Wanqing was at once caught front and back between us — Azhe thrusting up from below while she turned her head and took me into her mouth of her own accord. Watching her, a look of rapture on her face while I filled her mouth, the thing I had just surrendered rose up stiff and hard once again.
[Madam · Wife] Being taken like this by two men, front and back at once, my mind fell into utter chaos. Azhe’s familiar rhythm pounded beneath me, and Jiang’s scorching thing plugged my mouth, so that I could not even cry out in whole words, only whimper it all out. Shame had long been washed away by that surging tide of heat; I could think of nothing but greedily craving this feeling of being filled to the brim, without a single gap left. I knew how wanton I looked in that moment, yet I did not want to rein it in at all — I only wanted more. That discovery left me both ashamed and blissful.