Secretly attending a 3P party without telling my husband

I can't bear this kind of pain and suffering anymore, and I really want to talk about it, hoping that this can destroy the desire for those weird and beautiful things in my heart, hoping that I can look directly at her and touch everything about her.

I want to go back in time! I have a stable job, a fairly SMall apartment, a car that I like, and a girlfriend with whom I love each other. My life is ordinary and happy. I always thought that this was everything I wanted.

I also enjoyed every day and every second of life, until the phone rang on December 16, 2006.

The 16th was a weekend, and the call came from my classmate, Lao L, informing me of the time and place of the high School class reunion that night.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I changed my clothes, polished my shoes, and went to the meeting on time.

The event was well organized, and I met many high School classmates I hadn’t seen in nearly 20 years.

I also met my former deskmate and best friend G. After graduation, he went abroad to the United States and has not been in contact with me since.

You can imagine the excitement and excitement after meeting. The two of us drank and sighed together throughout the night.

Even so it's still not fun.

He returned to China briefly and stayed in a hotel, taking advantage of my girlfriend's two-month business trip. After the event, I invited him to go Home with me.

When we got Home, we drank and talked. Before we knew it, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning. He was still in good spirits and said he wanted to go online.

I turned on his phone, let him surf the Internet, and then went to take a shower.

After washing, I came out to the study room.

When he saw me coming in, he glanced at me evilly, his eyes showing rare excitement and excitement, and murmured to himself that he didn't expect it to happen in China.

I thought it was funny and asked him if he had won the lottery.

He grinned and said it was better than winning the lottery.

After he was busy for a while, he pulled me over and mysteriously said to tell you a secret. You have to promise not to let anyone else know. I dealt with it casually.

He told me.

In Australia, there is a mysterious organization called "Akaisa Bangcha". Its name is transliterated from the language of a mysterious tribe in Africa, which means sexual equality.

This organization advocates that everyone has equal sexual rights regardless of age, appearance, identity, occupation, or social status, allowing more people to enjoy beauty resources.

Since it is an underground organization, it is difficult for ordinary people to join without guidance.

G joined this organization in the United States and often participated in their activities.

He was excited just now because he had just learned that this organization also had branches in China and held regular activities. He also actually knew how to join the domestic branches. He was about to participate in the organization's activities.

He tried his best to encourage me to participate, but I refused because I felt that it was definitely not the life I wanted.

He looked a little embarrassed.

The next morning, G was notified that he would fly to Japan for business, so he left my house.

It seemed that everything was as peaceful and ordinary as before.

However, the mysterious organization that G introduced to me always appeared in front of my eyes and I couldn't get rid of it.

It was another quiet night on the evening of the 19th. I finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to follow the method G said to find out.

As G said, I opened the search and clicked in.

At first glance, I am a little disappointed. This is really an ordinary website, without any mysterious temperament.

Ignoring it, I registered directly, leaving my email address as G said, and the words "I want equality" in my personal description.

Registration is quick, takes just a few seconds.

Returning to the Home page, I found the scrolling information bar that G mentioned.

He said that to become a member, you must post information on this column and let it be displayed. Since this column only displays the first five pieces of information every day, you must choose the release date.

I counted and found that there were only 3 messages that day, so as G said, I posted a message that started with the words "my message" that day. I refreshed it and my message was already scrolling.

The first step was completed. Although the process was simple and short, I felt indescribable excitement and stimulation.

In the next two days, I refreshed my mailbox every five minutes, feeling as anxious as a senior high School student waiting for the results to be revealed.

Finally, at 3 pm on the 22nd, I received the email I wanted. G was right. The content of the email was only a 12-digit number. The first eight digits were the date 20070102, and the last four digits were the time 1300.

I felt much more relaxed and more confident, feeling that I was one step closer to this mysterious organization.

According to what G said, I came to the website again, paying attention to the scrolling information, looking forward to the appearance of green fonts.

With the success of the first step, I feel much calmer this time, with almost no nervousness and uneasiness as I did when I registered for the first time.

In order to facilitate viewing, I simply set it as the Homepage. I waited patiently and waited.

After lunch on December 30, 2006, when I opened the page, I was surprised to find that there was an additional piece of information in green font in the scrolling information. It was very short: "Mr. Li from No. 1×× Qiaozhuang East Road, Tongzhou District wishes you a happy birthday. Happy holidays Brother."

I quickly wrote down the address. According to what G said, this secret organization will hold an event on January 2 at No. ××, Qiaozhuang East Road, Tongzhou District.

I was excited because I was experiencing bizarre experiences that an ordinary person could not have, although I later discovered that these were nothing compared to those.

At the same time, I fell into deep distress and contradiction. Should I go? Will there be danger? I only had 2 days to think about it. I affirmed it countless times, denied it countless times, and flipped a coin countless times. As of the morning of the 2nd, I still had no decision.

It wasn't until I suddenly found myself subconsciously washing up and filling up the car with gas that I knew I had to go.

Humans are really weird animals sometimes! After lunch, I went straight to the address that I had recited hundreds of times in my heart. The journey was SMooth.

The ×× number was not easy to find, but I found it.

Looking at the iron gate numbered XX from a distance, I became timid and nervous again, and my heart started to beat faster.

Don’t know what’s behind this iron gate? I imagined countless terrifying possibilities.

Curiosity is a powerful force that can conquer anything.

I got out of the car and walked towards the iron gate.

What greeted me? I was uneasy.

I knocked on the door and someone asked who it was and what it was for. I say party.

The person inside said there was no party here, opened the door for me, and then closed the door alertly.

The person who opened the door was a tall, thin man about 30 years old, relatively handsome.

He looked at me for three seconds, but I was still nervous and didn't speak.

Then I was taken to a SMall room, where there was only a Young Woman who was looking at something at her desk. She raised her head when she heard the movement.

My blood seemed to freeze temporarily. I had never seen such a beautiful girl. I stared at her for five seconds before I came to my senses and was no longer nervous.

She seemed to have been used to this kind of gaze from men, and she didn't react at all. She just said, "Are you attending a party?" I hummed.

"Then what is your registered name and publishing information?"

I replied, "How did you know about this organization?"

I answered truthfully.

Then they asked me some questions about my Family, occupation, age, etc., and I answered them one by one.

She seemed quite satisfied and finally said, "Come with me."

She had a good figure, and I followed her all the way, staring at her sexy buttocks and thinking wildly.

We came to another room, which was a Bathroom.

She saw my doubts and said that you must take a shower before attending the party, firstly for hygiene reasons, and secondly to avoid bringing communication cameras and other equipment into the venue. You can start washing, and listen to me announcing some of the organization's disciplines while washing.

I really didn't want to take a shower in front of a strange woman. She noticed my embarrassment, but she just SMiled and said it was discipline, and you can quit now.

I gritted my teeth, took off my clothes and started washing.

She also began to proclaim organizational discipline.

She first talked about the purpose of the organization, branches, etc., and G told me all of these.

She also said that members are divided into senior members and junior members. Senior members are firm supporters of the purpose of sexual equality. They are volunteers who organize activities and must serve junior members. At the same time, she told me that all the women at the party I attended tonight are He is a senior member of the organization and a highly paid volunteer.

Finally, she reminded me that everyone must wear a mask when attending a party. Private information cannot be exchanged with each other when moving in the hall, only when moving in a single room. For safety reasons, my clothes will be supervised by someone, and I must Wear another set of clothes to enter the venue; after the party, you must pay 370 yuan to the organization as event expenses.

I agreed.

After taking a shower, she had finished talking. Just as I was about to put on the clothes she prepared for me, she came forward and walked in front of me.

He bent down and grabbed my lower body. I was embarrassed but couldn't help but stand upright.

She turned it over with her hands, looked at it, SMelled it, stood up straight and said with a SMile that this was routine.

I didn't answer, I just felt like I still had more to say.

After I got dressed and put on my mask, she said it was almost time and she could take you to the meeting point. Junior members must cover their eyes and put on headphones.

I didn't say anything, I just took her eye mask and headphones and put them on.

She helped me walk through several yards, and finally put me in a car and sat down.

I could tell that there were several people sitting in front of me, around me, and everyone was silent and waiting quietly.

After waiting for a while, the car started to move, sometimes bumpy, sometimes gentle, and turned many times. After about 20 minutes, we finally arrived.

The car door was opened, and someone helped us one by one to take us to the car, and it seemed that we had entered another room.

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly felt someone helping me take off my eye mask and headphones.

I took off the eye mask and headphones myself, but it was a bit dazzling. After my eyesight recovered, I looked around the room. There were 4 people in the room, 3 boys and 1 girl, all wearing masks like me. The girl had fair skin and wore very little. Desire for big breasts.

I couldn't help but become lustful, hoping to have sex with her once.

While I was thinking wildly, the girl came over, pointed to a door in the room and said everyone go in.

Everyone filed in, and I followed closely behind the girl, breathing in the fragrant body fragrance of the girl and bumping against her body from time to time.

As soon as I entered the room, I was shocked. What a scene! Only then did I know what blood vessels were in full swing.

The square room was about 30 square meters, with three beds, two sofas and a few tables scattered around. Now these have become the cups and saucers of this sensual feast.

Desire spreads, expands, vents here, spreads again, expands again, vents again.

The instinctive low growl from the man's throat, the weak and boneless moan from the woman, and the rhythmic impact of the flesh echoed in the room one after another.

There is a special SMell of male and female bodily fluids mixed in the air, which enchants everyone's minds.

My whole body seemed to be on fire, my whole body was hot, my breathing became rapid, and from time to time I felt an electric current coming from my Dantian and penetrating my entire body.

I can't help myself! At this time, the girl in front of me turned around and looked at me and said, "Let's move freely, relax!" I caught the encouragement in her eyes.

I no longer hesitated, took her into my arms, and carried her to a bed like a seasoned hand.

I became one of them.

After a battle, I gradually calmed down, and then I looked at the men and women in the room intently.

There were 8 men and 7 women in the house. The men were all different, tall, short, fat, thin, old and young. However, the 7 girls were all the same, tall, fair-skinned, and bumpy. It was a pity that they couldn't see their faces.

Apart from these, the most conspicuous thing in the room is a statue-like object. It is a statue of a naked woman kneeling, raising her buttocks, raising her head, and opening her mouth. It is extremely sexy, especially the big red mouth, which is even more charming.

I came back to my senses and looked at the beautiful woman under me. She was still breathing heavily, but one hand had reached out to touch the lower body of a boy in his early 20s standing beside me, and the other hand reached out to my still wet YJ. .

Just like this crazy story repeated over and over again, I chose different methods with different women, alone, 3P, 4P, kj, gj to name a few, but except for SM, I didn't like that method.

They were young, wild, and capable of almost anything, and I was obsessed with their bodies, again and again, until the very end.

Everyone was finally exhausted and the feast could come to an end.

So a girl called on everyone to pick up the condoms on the ground and throw them into the trash can.

Only then did I realize that the sexy mouth of the naked female statue was actually the mouth of a trash can.

After leaving the room, everyone stopped playing around, each put on eye masks and headphones, and took the bus again in batches to the room at No. ××, Qiaozhuang East Road.

After paying 370 yuan, I walked out of the iron gate. The cold wind blew against my face, and I became more awake. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 9pm, so I hurriedly drove Home.

After I got Home, I ate something casually and then took a shower and went to bed.

Lying in bed, reCalling everything that happened that day, I still feel uncontrollably excited.

Suddenly a familiar fragrance fills my heart.

I know it's the SMell of the quilt, strictly speaking it's my girlfriend's body scent.

The original excitement suddenly cooled down, and I realized that I had forgotten one person from beginning to end, the one person I should remember the most.

I fell into deep self-blame.

I began to hate my curiosity, my indulgence, my body, and even G.

I thought of her SMile, anger, eating, sleeping, acting like a baby again, every bit of her.

I suddenly wanted to cry, confess, and call her to tell her what happened, but I didn’t have the courage. I wanted to forget it all, but I couldn’t either.

In this way, I fell asleep leisurely amid the painful struggle in my heart.

I thought I would never have anything to do with that party again.

Humans are really strange animals. As long as I sit down at the computer desk, I can't help but type in Baidu and search for my favorite "A-Dai".

Every time I watch it, I fall into deeper regret and self-blame.

I was in so much pain.

Despite this, I still attended another party on January 20, 2007, but this time the program did not need to be so complicated. I only needed to leave a message starting with "My Message" under the last registration name.

The location of the notification has also changed, and the person receiving the notice has also changed. The only thing that remains unchanged is the trash can of the nude female statue and everyone is as crazy as before.

It's just that every time I have sex with a woman, I always think of my girlfriend, so I can only struggle between excitement and guilt.

However, I heard that a similar party was being held at another location, except that all the service members were women, and the senior members were strong men.

I look forward to my girlfriend coming Home more and more, hoping that she can take me back in time and forget about that website and this devilish experience, but I am afraid of her coming Home because I don’t know if I have the courage to look her in the eye. , I don’t know that when I touch her again, I think of those masked girls again.

She will go Home in ten days, what should I do?