Chapter 2 — The Confession: A Chinese Couple's Invitation to a Threesome (Part 1) (2)

There were two conditions attached to my stay at their house—conditions that turned my ordinary boarding arrangement into something far more intimate.

The first: I was not allowed to have sex with any other woman or couple without James and Lin’s permission. That wasn’t an issue at all. With Lin around, the thought of another woman never even crossed my mind.

Lin wasn’t just beautiful—she was stunning. Her face was classically elegant, and her body? As glamorous as any Western woman’s, yet with curves that defied imagination.

The second condition: I had to take a blood test. Again, no problem. They even offered to cover the cost. These days, you get results in under an hour anyway.

I gave both conditions a firm “Yes,” and so began this strange, intoxicating cohabitation.

To Lin, I was practically a second husband. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that Lin lived with two husbands.

I returned home every day at three, right after my English class at school. James, who ran businesses in real estate and forest investment, had a flexible schedule and usually came back before four.

Inside the house, we wore nothing. No clothes. Just skin.

James’s property spanned about 2,000 pyeong—roughly the size of a small soccer field (which ranges from 2,500 to 3,000 pyeong). With no neighbors in sight, we could walk around completely naked without a care.

And every night, without fail, we had sex. After the blood test came back clean, James told me I could go bare. No condoms. He even gave me permission to cum inside his wife’s pussy. Could life get any better?

On the third day since I’d moved in, I had sex with Lin without a condom for the first time. I’d just finished showering after school when I came downstairs to find her preparing a snack.

I sat on the sofa, eating fruit, when suddenly Lin knelt between my legs and started sucking my cock.

James hadn’t come home yet. This was the first time I’d done anything sexual with Lin while her husband was away.

A married woman, in her own living room, sucking another man’s cock while her husband was out. The mere thought made my cock throb like it might burst.

It was harder than it had ever been.

Lin sucked my cock and balls with meticulous care. Then I pulled her onto the sofa and returned the favor—going down on her pussy.

Today, her pussy was completely bare—shaved smooth, not a single hair left.

The moment I pressed my lips against her, I could feel she was already soaked. Of all the pussies I’d ever seen, hers was the most beautiful.

Her inner lips were a vibrant, fresh red—no sagging, no dullness. Her outer lips were thick, firm, bouncy. She looked younger than my actual girlfriend. And she tasted sweet—her juices carried a delicate, sugary scent.

I slid my cock into her flooded pussy. It slipped in so smoothly, so perfectly. The sensation of her walls gripping my shaft, my glans—every inch was amplified, raw, electric.

It was nothing like fucking with a condom. There was no comparison.

I began moving slowly, thrusting back and forth. Her pussy clung to my cock like it never wanted to let go. Soft moans started escaping her lips.

After thrusting hard in missionary, I flipped her over and entered her from behind—the famous doggy style.

Her pussy was already tight, but from behind? Even better. More intense.

Her moans grew louder. She told me I could cum inside her whenever I wanted.

I gripped her perfect hips, caressing them, then slapped her ass with a sharp crack as I pounded into her. The sensation built at the tip of my cock—inevitable, urgent.

I came hard, flooding her pussy with my load.

I kissed her deeply afterward. There’s something about kissing a woman after sex—it makes her feel even more precious.

Lin took a quick shower and started preparing dinner. When James came home and we sat down to eat, guilt crept in. It felt like I’d betrayed him. We were supposed to be a trio, but today I’d taken his wife all for myself—like I’d committed adultery.

We slept in the same room. Lin and James shared a double king-sized bed—about one and a half times larger than a standard double. I slept on a queen-sized bed right beside them.

The first night, I couldn’t sleep. I was nervous about passing gas or making noise while sharing a room with a married couple. It was awkward. I even thought maybe I should’ve just stayed at my old flat and come over to hang out in the evenings.

But after I accidentally let out a loud fart in my sleep, all that anxiety vanished. Turns out, they both farted too. We were all human.

That same night—after our condomless sex—Lin slipped into my bed. When her smooth skin touched mine, I thought I might die from pleasure.

You know that feeling—sharing a blanket with a woman, feeling her body heat, her curves pressed against you. I hadn’t been with my girlfriend in ten months since leaving Korea. This sensation was the first real intimacy I’d felt in nearly a year.

I rolled onto my side and slid my cock into her pussy. Then, very slowly, I began to move.

Her moans were soft at first—barely audible. I kept thrusting slowly, deliberately. Her breathing deepened. Her moans grew louder.

We fucked like that—slow, deep, continuous—for over thirty minutes.

I’d never experienced sex like this before. I never knew it could feel so good. Eventually, I came inside her again. She stayed with me, my cock still inside her, as we held each other and fell asleep.

Living with James and Lin was pure satisfaction. Since they weren’t Korean, we communicated entirely in English—great practice for my language studies. Both were highly fluent, so I learned fast.

And while I called it “living alone,” it was really more like being a pampered boarder. Thanks to their wealth, I ate delicious, high-quality Chinese meals every day.

But the best part? Having Lin—beautiful, irresistible Lin—every single day. No condoms. No limits. I could cum inside her whenever I wanted. That was heaven.

I didn’t want to go back to Korea. Three months flew by—felt like a single week. Now, it was time to leave.

I had to return, enroll in the graduate program I’d reserved, and reunite with my girlfriend.

The night before I left, James and Lin threw me an unforgettable farewell party. A sex party—with two white couples. Seven people in total. I’d never imagined such a thing in my life.

Both couples were in their early to mid-thirties, and the women were attractive—what you’d call “good-looking” by any standard. They were regulars at swinging parties with James and Lin.

That night, I was lucky enough to taste three women: Lin, and two white wives.

But among them, Lin was unquestionably the best.

Her skin was flawless—firm, elastic, alive. The white women’s skin felt a bit soft, almost flabby in comparison. Lin’s was perfection.

And when it came to their pussies? No comparison.

The white women had clearly been with big cocks—those husbands of theirs were massive, over 20 centimeters. Their pussies were loose. When I entered them, it felt roomy—like I’d have to thrust for two hours just to feel close to climax.

Lin’s pussy was different. The moment I slid in, it gripped my entire shaft—tight, warm, pulsing. With a pussy like that, you’d risk being called a premature ejaculator. But honestly? I didn’t care.

To have had the chance to be with three women like that—something I’d never even dreamed of, never believed possible—was beyond surreal.

Then I returned to Korea.

Back to a new routine. Graduate school. The studies I’d wanted to pursue. My year-long language program had been short, but my English had improved so drastically that everyone around me was stunned.

A big part of that? The nightly conversations, the companionship, the comfort James and Lin had given me.

I had sex with my girlfriend again. But she said something strange—her skills had improved, she claimed, and she wondered aloud whether I’d gone to study English… or sex.

I flinched inside. And then, suddenly, I missed Lin.

I remembered her glamorous body, her narrow waist, her full hips. Her pale, hairless pussy—smooth as silk. I wanted to taste it again. Suck it. Fuck it.

At the same time, guilt gnawed at me. My girlfriend was right here, loving me.

I made a decision. Lin was married. She was far away. I had to forget her. Focus on loving my girlfriend—more, deeper, truly.

And right now, my sweet girlfriend is sucking my cock. In the exact same position Lin used to.