Normally, I don't like playing mahjong. That day, I was on a business trip to Chengdu and felt quite bored, so I contacted a classmate of mine who works in Chengdu. Of course, that friend is a woman. After not seeing each other for years, we had so much to talk about. In the evening, she called two of her friends, and we went out to eat, finding a small roadside stall for barbecue.
Around nine in the evening, at the suggestion of a friend of my classmate, we went to her house to play mahjong. Actually, my mahjong skills are quite high-level. After several rounds, I won many hands. The two women said, 'Let's switch seats; today is really strange.' So I swapped places with them.
It's strange, but ever since I changed seats, my luck has gotten worse and worse, and slowly I lost all my money.
"It's very late," I said. "I'm sleepy, so let's stop playing."
One of the women said: "You've lost everything, and you still want to leave? If you want to sleep, lose all your clothes first before you sleep." I thought she was joking, but after a while, another woman also said: "Right, if you've lost all your clothes, then sleep here. There's a bed in the inner room." I fainted on the spot!
My classmate chuckled on the side, saying her husband was at home and she really had to go back. I also stood up to say goodbye, but unexpectedly, my classmate said, 'That's not fair of you. I really have to go back, but you should stay here and play Three Trees with them!' I was speechless...
After the classmate left, we went on playing mahjong... A few rounds later I lost a lot more. Looking at my wallet, which had only a bank card and a few small bills left, I felt a chill! I’m so unlucky! Hurry up, I really can’t hold on any longer.
Then one of the women said, 'Hey, handsome, we two women really wore you out tonight. Do you dare sleep here?' I said, 'Why wouldn't I dare? I don't want to leave! I'm exhausted. And I lost money to you guys, so consider it like staying at a hotel here.' At that, the other woman hit me with the boldest line: 'Then we're the hotel service girls!' I was floored again...
Finally, after their N minutes of teasing, I said, 'Alright, let's sleep together. I don't want to shower anymore, so if you don't mind the sweat, come on!' There are so many things in this world I never expected. As soon as they entered the room, they eagerly closed the door, both pushed me down onto the bed, one unbuttoning my clothes, the other pulling down my underwear. My first-ever threesome began right there, and surprisingly, the other two were two beautiful young women from Chengdu.
After pinning me on the bed, they started to take off my clothes. I said, 'Don't rush! Let's all take a shower and check out both of your figures.' The big-eyed young woman said, 'We'll definitely shower, hurry up, don't waste time!'
Then the three of them went into the bathroom and started washing up.
At the moment I carefully stripped them naked, I was stunned: the figures of Chengdu women are damn good, with big tits too. Although they are young married women, none have given birth. According to my classmate's introduction, both of them are company white-collar workers, one responsible for secretarial work, and the other works outside. I almost drooled, but fortunately, there was shower water, so it wasn't noticeable! Haha!
I thought: 'Such a promiscuous woman, if she has a disease, I'm screwed. I'm not married yet! I need to carefully check them while showering.' The showering process was like most Category III films, so I won't write it in detail. It's hard to type, and there are still many words to type later!
After showering, I thought to myself that since it was my first time spending the night with two women, I definitely wouldn't fall asleep easily tonight. All three of us got naked into bed. The big-eyed young woman gently caressed my body—it was unbearable! My hands also became restless, reaching out to stroke her face. Her skin was very smooth; in fact, every inch of her skin was smooth, probably due to good maintenance!
She let her hair down. I moved my mouth slowly along her earlobe, neck, and shoulders, while gently cupping her round breasts. Wow! It's really amazing! Young wolves, you probably haven't had the chance to feel a mature woman's breasts much, have you?
It can’t be described in just one sentence; you have to experience it yourself.
And the other tall young woman had already started actively kissing me. She kissed the small of my back from behind, kissing back and forth continuously, making me feel strangely uncomfortable yet strangely comfortable. I reached my right hand back to feel her plump buttocks. At that moment, with one hand holding the young woman's breast and the other feeling another young woman's buttocks, it was absolutely amazing!
Suddenly, a strange thought popped into my head: If I can't handle these two insatiable young women tonight, how embarrassing! Maybe my classmate will find out tomorrow! After all, they are the best of sisters! Who knows, maybe my classmate is thinking about the three of us having sex on the bed right now! Or maybe my classmate is already in dreamland with her husband. Damn, if my classmate were here now, playing a foursome would be such a beautiful thing! Then my trip to Chengdu wouldn't have been in vain.
Just as I was thinking, the big-eyed young woman got angry and said, 'What's wrong? Are you spacing out? You're not moving at all.' At that moment, I snapped out of my daze and said, 'Ah, I almost fell asleep.' The woman with the plump buttocks said, 'Damn! Seriously? Are you messing around? Tell us.' I quickly explained, 'No, I was thinking about asking you to help wash my little brother's head.'
As soon as the words fell, the big-eyed young woman took my little brother, already hard as a steel pipe, into her mouth with her hand. Oh my! I was dizzy. I felt her thick, sexy lips were truly unique. It was the first time in my life I had enjoyed such a thing; my entire dick filled her lips.
She said, 'Control yourself, don't just finish by coming in my mouth.' I grunted 'Mm-hmm,' closed my eyes, and enjoyed it. But then my mind started to wander because I was deliberately not focusing, afraid I really couldn't control it—that would be so frustrating, and there was still another girl waiting for me!
After about a minute of oral sex, I really couldn't take it anymore, so I took my dick out of her mouth to cool off outside. I said, 'Sisters, let's call a truce for a few minutes. I want to take pictures of you, okay?' I only heard the big-boobed young wife say, 'Are you crazy?' I said, 'Be good, I want to keep a memento.' They all objected. There really was no way.
I lay between them, thinking how magnificent this was, like an emperor of ancient times! I guarantee the emperor's concubines were definitely not as beautiful as these two young women. I quietly gazed at their fair skin, captivating eyes, round and firm breasts—my goodness, the work of heaven, thank God! Thank my female classmate!
After a long while, I can't remember which young woman said: 'Alright then, you can take a picture, but you mustn't capture our faces! Just one photo, and you must delete it immediately after looking.'
I was overjoyed and immediately jumped out of bed, took out my high-pixel phone from my pants pocket. Damn, why is it off? Turn it on... wait a few seconds... then said, 'Sisters, be good, the Chinese artist XXX, winner of the third prize in the 9th Rural Photography Competition, is starting to take photos.' They covered their faces, lay flat, and let me take a snapshot. After taking the photo, I immediately turned off the phone, placed it by the bedside, and continued to caress them...
The foreplay was taking too long. I decided to use my hand to touch their mysterious areas down there. Wow! As soon as my fingers went in, there was so much wetness. I forgot which one had the most, so I won't report that here. They started moaning, very pleasant to hear, though not too loud. I could tell it was a call from deep within their hearts! My little brother, under the control of their small hands, became harder than ever, like solid rock.
Repeating like this for about another ten minutes, the battle began under the crazy provocation of the big-eyed young woman. She sat on top of me, grasped my little brother, and deeply inserted it. Wow! I never expected a woman to be so proactive at this moment. I said, 'Sister, slow down a bit, I can't take it.' She said, 'You little thing, you're so young, how many times are you planning to go tonight?' I said, 'I'm dizzy! Once would be the death of me, how could there be more?' Hehe~ I started distracting myself again, because I was afraid of cumming! All you young wolves know that! At this time, one of my hands was still thrusting non-stop inside the big-bottomed young woman's little sister. It started with one middle finger, then two, and finally three went in. She was incredibly pleased.
Wow, I clearly felt her orgasm arrive under the work of my three thick fingers. After a tightening in her vagina, she said to the big-eyed young woman, 'Come down quickly, let me have a turn too.' The big-eyed woman obediently gently pulled my cock out of her little sister and lay quietly beside me, kissing my shoulder.
Wow! That big-ass sister is really wild. I've played with many women, but it's the first time I've encountered one like this in my life. Maybe it's because I touched her so pleasurably earlier. She also rode on top of me, moving back and forth intensely (process omitted). After about five minutes, I came, of course perfectly inside her. Experience tells me that when fucking a young married woman, you don't need to wear a condom; it's completely safe, but you should check first.
After finishing, both of them praised me for being experienced, but said my combat effectiveness needed further study. I said, 'Next time, I'll definitely turn you over.' So I left my phone number. By the time we slept, it was already past three in the morning. I was dizzy; it had been several hours!
Just before dawn, I was awakened by one of the sisters touching me; my dick was hard, like a steel pipe again. Groggily, I asked, 'What time is it?' One of the sisters said, 'Not sure what time it is, almost dawn, I guess!' That's when I noticed the other sister was still sound asleep. I had spent the whole night lying between them, two warm, naked young beauties, their bodies exuding a mature, natural fragrance.
Speaking of body odor, I remembered last year when I was on a business trip to Dalian and stayed at a three-star hotel. Around 11 p.m., a girl called and said in a coquettish voice, 'Sir, would you like a massage?' At first, I was annoyed, but after a few words of persuasion from the girl, I mustered the courage to try a Dalian girl. I said on the phone, 'You have to arrange a local girl for me! I don't want any outsiders.' The girl giggled on the other end and said, 'Sir, don't worry! Our Dalian girls are very fresh and lovely.'
In the blink of an eye, less than five minutes after hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang. I got up to answer, and in rushed a middle-aged woman about 1.72 meters tall, weighing around 135 jin. My heart sank: 'Oh my god! She could be my aunt, how can we spend a passionate night together?' But that girl had mentioned 'excellent service' or something, so I steeled myself: 'Tonight, I'm having you!'
I lay flat on the bed, letting that middle-aged woman press and twist on my young body. To be honest, her massage was quite professional, but her body odor was terrible. Although she doused herself in strong perfume to mask it, she couldn't get rid of that awful smell.
After ten minutes, I said: 'I’ve paid the tip, you can go. I want to sleep.' She answered 'Mm,' obviously very unwilling to leave, but what else could she do? In the end, she still left dragging her disappointed back.
Although these two older sisters are a little older than me tonight, that mature flavor is another kind of enjoyment.
I said, 'Sister, now you've made me unable to sleep. What should I do?' She said, 'Whatever.' Sigh! People, once you have the first time, they become whatever you want. Women are no different; I know this well.
When I reached to touch her lower body, her younger sister was already wet. If I'm dizzy, it must be because she had sexual fantasies while touching me earlier. Women also love sexual fantasies, you know! And I've heard they are even more rich and romantic than men's. Our sexual fantasies are usually about the pretty girl we saw on the street yesterday, the currently popular movie star, Zhang San's voluptuous wife next door, or the new female colleague at the company. But women are vastly different; they often fantasize their husbands as the white knight from fairy tales. So who did I make this older sister fantasize about tonight?
I moved my fingers back and forth in her wet slit. When I touched her plump little labia, she suddenly hugged me tightly and whispered, 'Brother, you're so experienced, I can't stand it!' Wow! Women also feel like having sex in the morning. I originally thought only men wake up with a big hard-on.
I held her and pressed her down beneath me, entering in the traditional position, gently thrusting. She continuously met my movements from below, emitting soft moans. I went harder and harder, feeling it wasn't as thrilling as the first time last night, rhythmically thrusting back and forth as her pace of meeting me quickened even more.
Suddenly, the big-eyed young woman woke up, giggling and saying, 'Continue, I need to use the bathroom first.' At that moment, I had no mind to pay attention to her! Thinking, 'I'll deal with you when you come back from the bathroom!'
After one person left, the bed felt wider, allowing for more exaggerated movements. I changed my position and inserted from behind, moving back and forth less than ten times, and the big butt sister cried out heaven and earth. I wrapped around her waist, which was about two feet one inch in circumference, and forcefully inserted, slowly withdrawing. Haha, little wolves, this move is called 'nine shallow and one deep'! Although I learned it from books, using it on women really works every time.
Entering from behind felt tighter, and I could also use the light outside the window to look at her rounded butt. I like a woman’s plump butt the most. Often when I was walking on the street and saw girls passing by me in tight jeans, I would unconsciously let my lewd eyes follow them. I think a woman’s butt is so perfect that it can rival her breasts.
After thrusting from behind for a full ten minutes, my older sister couldn’t take it anymore, and her moaning got louder and louder. I dare say that when dawn comes, the neighbors next door will sigh: spring scenery is infinitely lovely, it’s just that it has not yet arrived at my house.
Last night was another sleepless night. Hehe, I'm almost at my limit too, but I ultimately managed to control myself and didn't cum. I asked my sister, 'Feeling good now?' She said weakly, 'So good, who else would I marry in my next life but you!'
After resting for a few minutes, it felt like daybreak was coming soon, yet suddenly there was not the slightest trace of sleepiness. The big-eyed sister who had gone to the bathroom came out and turned on the wall lamp. I asked, “I thought you weren’t coming out! Why did it take so long?” She said, “You were screaming so horribly, was I supposed to stand there and watch from beside you?” I teased, “Come here, now it’s your turn.” She said, “Okay, kid, go wash your dick first.”
I jumped off the bed like lightning and rushed to the bathroom, 'splashing' water to rinse my little brother below, then washed my hands and rushed back out. I pressed Big-Eyed Girl down on the bed, only to hear a pained cry: 'You devil, your hands are freezing!' Hehe~ I didn't notice wiping my hands just now, mainly because I was in too much of a hurry.
There was, of course, not as much foreplay as with the previous sister. For this one I only wanted to get it over with quickly. I kept thrusting, harder and harder, and she didn't cooperate with me, just lay there moaning, like a dazed pig. There was no less water inside the little girl than in the big-ass one, but it didn't feel as good as that sister!
Without changing positions, I came in less than ten minutes, the semen surging like a mighty river, flooding deep into Big-Eyed Sister's body.
After dozens of minutes of intense battle... the fight ended, and both embraced and fell asleep.
When the morning sunlight leaked through the gap in the curtains, I truly woke up. My body was still somewhat sore and weak, especially below the waist, which felt noticeably tired. The two women were still sleeping on either side of me. The big-eyed young wife's hand rested on my chest, and the tall one's leg was still lightly wrapped around my calf. The air retained the scent from last night, mixed with faint body fragrance and sweat. It wasn't unpleasant; instead, it had a mature woman's unique musky sweetness.
I wasn't in a hurry to move, just quietly watched them. The big-eyed one had long eyelashes, her sleeping face much softer than when we were doing it last night; the tall one's side profile had more defined lines, her lips slightly parted, breathing evenly. Last night they were so proactive, but now they were like two well-fed cats, quietly leaning against me.
After about twenty minutes, the tall one moved first. She opened her eyes, saw me looking at her, was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of her mouth curved up, her voice still sleepy: 'Awake? What time is it?'
“It’s almost eight o’clock,” I replied softly.
She gave an 'Mm' and didn't get up immediately. Instead, she leaned her body closer to mine, pressing her cheek against my shoulder. Big Eyes was also woken by the noise, rubbed her eyes, saw us leaning together, and laughed, scolding, 'So clingy first thing in the morning, not afraid I'll get jealous.'
The tall one lazily replied: 'Why be jealous? You were the first one last night.'
The two gave a light laugh. The atmosphere was unexpectedly natural, completely unlike the awkwardness I had imagined afterward. The big-eyed girl propped herself up; the blanket slipped down, revealing her fair shoulders and her chest still bearing faint red marks. She stretched, and her breasts swayed lightly with the motion. Then she lowered her head to look at herself, then at me, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: “Where are my clothes? Where did I throw them last night?”
I pointed to the foot of the bed. When she crawled over to pick up her clothes, the curves of her buttocks were fully exposed in the morning light—round, firm, with faint finger marks from where I had gripped and thrust last night. The tall one also sat up, directly threw off the blanket, got out of bed naked to get water. Her walking posture was casual, completely indifferent to my gaze falling on her.
After pouring the water, she handed me a cup, took a sip herself, then sat back on the edge of the bed, looking at me: 'Last night... was it okay?'
I nodded: "Good. And you?"
Big Eyes had already put on her panties but wasn't in a hurry to put on her top. Instead, she climbed back onto the bed, hugged me from behind, and rested her chin on my shoulder: 'Better than expected. I thought you'd come early, but you held up.'
The tall one laughed and gave her a light tap: 'Watch your language.'
Sandwiched between the two of them, my morning erection was fully hard. Big Eyes' hand naturally reached down, grasped it, gently stroked a couple of times, and whispered, 'Hard again. Want another round? We're off today anyway.'
The tall one glanced at the sunlight outside the window, then at me: 'I have no objection either. But take it easy this time; my waist was sore all last night.'
And so, the second morning began.
Not as impatient as last night. Big Eyes first lowered her head to take me in, her movements more composed than the night before, her tongue carefully licking every inch. The tall one lay on her side next to us, one hand kneading her own breast, the other reaching toward her lower body, watching us unblinkingly. Only when I was hard and aching did Big Eyes straddle me, align herself, and slowly sink down. She closed her eyes, let out a long sigh, and began rocking back and forth.
The tall person leaned in to kiss me while reaching down to the big eyes and me, gently caressing the stretched edge. Big eyes twitched from the stimulation, and her movements became faster. I held her waist to help her, occasionally lifting up and moving. Halfway through, she suddenly leaned down, her forehead pressing against mine, her voice shaky: 'I shot inside last night... do you want it today too?'
I nodded. She smiled and sped up. Soon she came first, her inner walls contracting violently, her whole body going limp and collapsing onto me. I was still hard. The tall guy immediately pushed her aside and straddled me himself. She was tighter than Big Eyes. When she sat down, she bit her lip, adjusted for a few seconds, then began to move.
This time I lasted longer. The tall one proactively tried several different angles, finally ending up with her on her stomach and me entering from behind. I held her waist, thrusting deep each time, watching her back gently undulate with the impacts. The one with big eyes lay beside us watching, one hand reaching over to hold mine, the other touching herself. The room was filled only with the sounds of flesh meeting and suppressed gasps.
When I came, I didn't pull out, but left it all inside the tall girl. She lay limp, and after a good while she turned to look at me, eyes dazed: 'This time... that's really enough.'
The three of them fell back onto the bed again. The sunlight was already bright, and the air was full of the smell left after sex. The big-eyed one suddenly laughed: “If your classmate knew about this, he’d probably go crazy.”
I stroked her hair: "She won't know."
The tall one turned sideways, placing a leg over me: 'That's good. We don't want to make a big deal out of this either. Let's just consider it... an occasional indulgence.'
Later, we lay there for a long time, and only got up when we were hungry. The three of us rinsed off together in the bathroom; this time there was not much lust, just simple washing. In the mist of steam, they would occasionally touch me, or exchange a smile, the atmosphere relaxed like old friends who had known each other for a long time.
At noon, we went together to eat hotpot. At the table, they returned to looking like ordinary office workers, talking about work, colleagues, and the recent changes in Chengdu. Only when their eyes occasionally met would a trace of the lingering afterglow from last night flash by.
At parting, Big Eyes stuffed a note into my hand, and on it was a WeChat ID. The tall one patted my shoulder: “Next time you come to Chengdu, tell us in advance. Mahjong... anytime, we’re up for it.”
I nodded, watching their backs disappear into the crowd.
On the way back to the hotel, I kept replaying every detail from last night to this morning. The initiative, passion, skill of the two mature women, and the natural, unpretentious ease afterwards, all left a deep impression on me. Compared to the naivety of young girls, the bodies and minds of young married women clearly understood better how to please and how to enjoy.
That night I lay alone on the hotel bed, my mind filled with images of them. The next day, I attended the meeting on time, appearing normal on the surface. Only the soreness in my body reminded me that this business trip to Chengdu had yielded far more than just work reports.
Later, I went to Chengdu twice more. Once was for a formal business trip, and once was for annual leave that I specifically requested. Both times I contacted them in advance. Mahjong was never really played again; the mahjong table was just an unspoken excuse. Sometimes it was two people, sometimes only one of them was free. Every time, they were just as proactive, just as passionate, and afterward they would just as naturally have dinner and chat together, as if nothing had happened at all.
I gradually understood that for them, this was probably a kind of safe outlet—the stimulation missing from married life, briefly satisfied with an out-of-town man, then each returning to their own track. No entanglements, no commitments, only physical compatibility and occasional contact.
And for me, those nights became the most vivid colors in my memory. The breasts and waist of a mature woman, the expression when she actively rode, the suppressed yet unrestrained moans when being entered—all were more unforgettable than any youthful body.
Once, the tall woman came alone for a meet-up. We spent the entire afternoon at the hotel. She was more relaxed than the first time, actively requesting positions, whispering things in my ear that one would absolutely never hear normally. Afterward, she lay beside me, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said, 'Sometimes I feel so greedy. I lack nothing at home, yet I still crave this feeling.'
I didn't respond, just took her hand. She clasped it back, remained silent for a long time, then said with a laugh, "Forget it, let's not think about this. Next time you come, tell me three days in advance, and I'll clear my schedule."
Big Eyes was more direct. She liked using her mouth, and she liked having her waist held when entered from behind. Once, she cried after an orgasm but stubbornly refused to say why, just burying her face in my chest until her emotions settled. She never mentioned that incident again, and our interactions remained as relaxed as ever.
Over time, contact gradually decreased. Their respective life paths became busier, and my work tied me to another city. Occasionally, I'd still receive simple greetings during the New Year, but we never made plans again.
But I will still remember that night that began with mahjong. I remember the way hot water washed over their bodies in the bathroom, I remember the look in the big-eyed one’s eyes as she held me in her mouth and looked up at me, I remember the rhythm of the tall one riding on top of me and twisting her waist on her own, I remember the warmth of two naked women naturally leaning against me in the morning sunlight.
A mature woman in Chengdu told me directly, showing how passionate and how at ease a woman's body can be once it's let go.
And that memory of the double flight became the page in my business trip chronicles I was most reluctant to delete.
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