A Night in Taipei City
A Threesome in Taipei – “Not buying it,” Ling said, standing to stretch her legs. The bustling cityscape of Taipei gleamed through the windows, the iconic Taipei 101 tower illuminated against the night sky.
“What aren’t you buying?” Her husband Yuan caressed the back of her calf as she picked up the three empty wine glasses and the bottle. The soft glow of the city lights bathed the room in a warm, ambient glow.
“You didn’t like the movie? It’s a classic thriller.” Chen took the empty bottle and glasses from her and carried them to the bar, his movements fluid and graceful.
“It was a good movie,” Ling conceded. “Good acting. Good script. But there was a huge gaping plot hole you could drive a dump truck through.”
Chen arched an eyebrow at her as he leaned back against the bar. Yuan’s best friend since college, Chen was a regular fixture in their lives. He’d been the best man at their wedding and had endured more than a dozen of Ling’s attempts to fix him up with her friends. Despite hating playing matchmaker, anytime one of her single friends saw the six-foot tall former professional soccer player, they all begged for an introduction.
The Plot Hole
“What’s the huge gaping plot hole?” Yuan asked as his hand slid further up the back of her dress. She gave him a playful, dirty look. Her black-haired, blue-eyed, too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband always hit on her when Chen hung out with them. It was Yuan’s not-so-subtle way of saying, “Look how fun being married is. Aren’t you sad you’re still single?”
Ling swatted at his hand. “So, the one guy convinces the other guy that they can swap wives in the night, right? ‘Here, we’ll sneak into each other’s houses and while our wives are asleep, we’ll initiate sex. And in the dark with them barely awake, they won’t realize it’s not their husbands having sex with them.’ That’s the plot point, right?”
The Realism of the Scene
“What? We have sex all the time when one or both of us is barely awake,” Yuan said, pulling Ling down into his lap. “We did last night.”
The Night Continues
Ling settled into Yuan’s lap, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. She looked over at Chen, who was now pouring more wine. “But come on, Yuan. We know each other’s touch. We’d know if it wasn’t us. That’s what bugs me about the movie.”
Chen chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re overthinking it, Ling. It’s just a movie.”
Yuan’s hand slid up her thigh again, and she shivered. “Maybe so, but it’s still a pretty big leap,” she insisted, leaning back into her husband’s embrace.
Taipei’s Charm
The night outside their window continued, Taipei’s streets still alive with activity. The Shilin Night Market buzzed with people, the scent of street food wafting through the air. The bright lights of Ximending flickered, drawing crowds to its trendy shops and cafes. Ling loved the city’s energy, the way it never seemed to sleep.
Chen walked over with the glasses, handing one to each of them. “Here’s to suspension of disbelief,” he toasted, clinking his glass against theirs.
Ling laughed, sipping her wine. “Fine, fine. I’ll let it go.”
Yuan’s lips brushed her ear, his voice a low whisper. “You better, because I have other things in mind tonight.”
Ling’s cheeks flushed, and she glanced at Chen, who pretended not to notice their intimate exchange. “You two are incorrigible,” he said with a grin.
A Perfect Evening
The three friends settled back, enjoying the comfortable silence that only long-standing friendships could provide. The sounds of Taipei drifted in through the open window, a symphony of urban life that reminded them of the vibrancy and unpredictability of their own lives.
As the night deepened, Ling found herself feeling grateful for moments like this—surrounded by love, laughter, and the pulsating heart of Taipei City. She knew that no matter what movies got wrong, real life was often even more surprising and delightful.
Ling swatted at Yuan’s hand. “So the one guy convinces the other guy that they can swap wives in the night, right? ‘Here, we’ll sneak into each other’s houses and while our wives are asleep, we’ll initiate sex. And in the dark with them barely awake, they won’t realize it’s not their husbands fucking them.’ That’s the plot point, right?” Ling asked.
“What? We have sex all the time when one or both of us is barely awake,” Yuan said, pulling Ling down into his lap. “We did last night.”
Chen’s Proposition
Chen rolled his eyes, and Ling winked at him.
“True,” she said, recalling how she had woken up with Yuan’s erection pressing against her back. She’d pushed back against him, and he’d slid inside her. Without exchanging a single word, they’d had a quick, intense session before Yuan pulled out and fell back asleep. Ling followed him into dreamland seconds later.
“But I knew it was you, obviously. If it had been someone else, I would have known. That’s the plot hole. A woman would know if the man having sex with her is her husband, even in the dark and half-asleep. That husband should have known he was being played by his neighbor.”
Ling got off Yuan’s lap, took the DVD out of the player, and turned off the television.
The Debate
“You only say that because you know I’m the only man who’s going to be with you in the middle of the night. If it was some other guy in our bed, and you were sleepy enough, you wouldn’t be able to tell him from me,” Yuan argued.
“Oh, I could tell,” Ling said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Trust me.”
“My cock is pretty amazing,” Yuan said with a humble sigh. “I guess you’re right.”
“I think it could work,” Chen said, returning to the sitting area with a glass of wine. “You’d have to level the playing field though. No talking. Total darkness. Just physical sensations.”
“He’s got a point, Babe. You know it’s me because of my voice.” Yuan took Ling by the wrist and pulled her back onto his lap. “If you were blindfolded and two different guys were with you without a word, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”
“I could tell,” she said. “And I can prove it.”
The Challenge
“How?” Chen asked, raising the wine glass to his lips.
“Just like Yuan said—blindfold me, don’t make noise, and test me.” She looked at her husband, who only laughed a little.
Chen lowered the wine glass before he even took a sip. “You mean now?” Chenn asked.
“Why not?” Yuan ran his hand from Ling’s ankle to her hip. “She dissed your favorite movie. You don’t want to prove her wrong?”
“Dude, she’s your wife.”
“You didn’t tell him?” Ling asked.
“I thought he knew,” Yuan said.
“Thought I knew what?” Chen asked.
“Oh, we’re kinky as fuck, Chen,” Ling said.
“I knew he was. I didn’t know you were,” Chen said to Ling.
“We have threesomes at least once a month,” Ling explained as Yuan kissed her under her ear. “Usually it’s me and one of my girlfriends with him, but sometimes it’s another guy. I’m never blindfolded though, and I always know who’s with me. This could be interesting.”
“Want to?” Yuan looked up at Chen.
“Do I want to be with your wife?” Chen looked at Yuan and then back at Ling. “You don’t even have to ask.”
Setting the Stage
“I’ll get the stuff,” Ling said, scrambling off Yuan’s lap. “Are we doing this here or in the bedroom? Preference, Chen?”
He still wore a look of “Did I just win the lottery?”
“In here, I guess. I think I’d feel even weirder doing this in your bedroom,” Chen said.
“Suit yourself,” Ling said, heading to the bedroom. She opened the trunk under the window and found the heaviest of their blindfolds. From the nightstand, she grabbed a box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. In front of the mirror, she paused long enough to tuck a stray tendril of red hair back into place and adjust the straps of her pale yellow sundress she’d been wearing all day.
Chen always said he wouldn’t get married until he found a redhead as sweet as her. Why should Yuan have all the luck? Ling shimmied out of her panties and left them on the bedroom floor.
Anticipation
Oh, Chen. A wide grin spread across Ling’s face. Would he still think she was “sweet” after tonight?
Ling returned to the living room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She handed the blindfold to Yuan and gave Chen a playful smile. The cityscape of Taipei glittered outside the window, with the iconic Taipei 101 standing tall against the night sky.
“Ready?” Yuan asked, his voice low and filled with excitement.
Ling nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline. Chen stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of desire and curiosity in his gaze.
“Let’s see if you can really tell the difference,” Yuan said, tying the blindfold over Ling’s eyes. The world went dark, and her other senses heightened. She felt Yuan’s hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the center of the room. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with tension.
Ling’s breath hitched as she felt someone’s hands on her hips, warm and firm. She could sense the presence of both men, their breaths mingling with the sounds of the bustling city outside.
“Remember, no talking,” Yuan reminded them, his voice barely above a whisper.
Preparation in Taipei
Ling returned to the den where Yuan and Chen had already moved the coffee table out of the way. Yuan laid a blanket on the floor over the Oriental rug. They had learned the hard way not to engage in activities on that rug without something between her back and the rough pile.
“Put on some music,” Yuan suggested. “It’ll mask any stray sounds.”
“I don’t know if our speakers can get loud enough to mask your breathing, darling,” Ling said as she queued up some instrumental blues on the stereo.
“I get loud,” Yuan said to Chen, who only laughed. “But I can keep it quiet tonight. It’s just part of the challenge.”
A Threesome in Taipei
Setting the Scene
“Here. Take this,” Ling handed the blindfold to Chen. “Can you tie it on me?”
“Yeah, of course. Are you sure about this?” Chen asked as she turned her back to him. He placed the thick black sash over her eyes and tied it with a firm knot. The world went dark. She saw nothing at all, not even a sliver of light from above or below the blindfold.
“Yuan?” she asked.
“Go for it, babe.”
Ling reached behind her and found Chen’s hands. She pulled them around her body and placed them on her breasts. She heard Chen’s breath catch in his throat. With the blindfold covering her eyes, her other senses heightened, grew more acute. She felt Chen’s heart pounding as she pressed her back into his chest.
Heightened Sensations
“Touch me anywhere,” she whispered. “Yuan likes to watch.”
She shivered as she felt Chen’s lips on her shoulder. He squeezed her breasts gently. The heat of his hands through the cotton caused her nipples to harden against his palms.
“Don’t be nervous,” she said as she took his right wrist in her hand and guided him lower. “I’ve wanted this with you for a long time. I even told Yuan.”
“You did?” Chen whispered back as he slid his hand under her dress.
She spread her legs and leaned back further into him. Chen slid his hand between her thighs and carefully caressed her clitoris.
“I did,” she said as she pushed her hips against his hand. “He’s been with a few of my friends. Only fair I get one of his.”
“Only fair,” Chen agreed, pushing a finger into her. Ling turned her head up and back, and Chen kissed her. Their mouths met, their tongues mingled, and all the while he pleasured her with his finger. “You wouldn’t believe how many times you’ve been in my fantasies.” Chen pushed a second finger into her wetness.
“Oh, I can believe it,” she teased.
The Game Begins
“Shall we?” Yuan’s voice cut through the darkness and the haze of her desire.
“Definitely,” she whispered against Chen’s lips.
She felt Yuan’s hands on her waist as he guided her a few steps forward to the end of the blanket. Carefully, he brought her down to the floor. She stretched out on her back. Yuan handed her the tube of lubricant. She raised her dress to her waist and spread a thin layer of lube over her vulva.
“You both are just standing there watching me do this, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Of course not,” Yuan said.
“We totally are,” Chen said.
“Thought so.” Ling closed the bottle and set it aside. Her heart raced in anticipation.
The Bet
“We should make this game a little more interesting,” Yuan said as Ling opened her legs even wider.
“How so?” she asked.
“If Ling can tell who’s with her, she picks the next movie. If she guesses wrong, we do. For the next year.”
“Sounds fair,” Ling said. “Hope you boys like old Hollywood musicals.”
“I hate musicals, Dude. We have got to win this game,” Chen said.
Taipei’s Twilight
The lights of Taipei City glittered outside, casting a soft glow through the window. Taipei 101 stood tall against the night sky, a symbol of the city’s vibrancy. The anticipation in the room was palpable, mixing with the sounds of blues and the hum of the city below. Ling’s pulse quickened, the thrill of the unknown heightening her senses. She felt the warmth of Yuan and Chen’s gazes on her, their breaths mingling with the music.
Ling braced herself, ready for the game to begin, knowing this night would be unforgettable in the heart of Taipei City.
The Room Goes Silent
The room went silent except for the soft strains of music playing in the background. Ling strained her ears to catch any hints about what was happening around her. She sensed someone kneeling between her thighs and heard the metal jingling of a belt buckle being unfastened. The foil of a condom package ripping reached her ears. Each little sound aroused her more, increasing her nervous anticipation. She really wanted to win this game.
Sensual Anticipation
The tip of a cock nudged against her vaginal lips. Ling reached down, spread her folds, and sighed as someone entered her in one smooth, slow stroke. The thrust was sure and steady. It must be Yuan then. Chen would be more tentative, as they had never even kissed before tonight, much less engaged in sex.
Yes, she knew these thrusts—long, heavy, steady movements. Her husband’s thrusts—loving and possessive, rough yet tender. Usually, by now, he would have one of her breasts in his mouth and her clitoris between his fingers, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly. But the rules were set—just penis in vagina and thrusting. She had to identify the man by the feel and movement of his cock alone.
Aroused and Curious
After a few minutes, Ling started to ache for an orgasm. But instead, the man pulled out. She sensed him moving away.
“Want to take a guess?” came Yuan’s voice. “Was that me or Chen?”
“I think I need a comparison,” she said. “Just to be sure I can tell the difference.”
Yuan laughed, and Ling grinned at the ceiling, grateful for a husband as sexually adventurous as she was.
The Comparison
Once more, she sensed a presence between her thighs, heard pants opening, foil ripping. The floor creaked. Ling sensed hands on either side of her shoulders. Again, someone entered her—more carefully this time. She moaned at the pleasure of the penetration as either Chen or Yuan, she didn’t care who, started slamming his hips into hers. She grabbed her legs behind the knees and held herself open wider.
Yuan had fucked her like this many times—hard, fast, ramming into her like he’d die if he didn’t fuck her into the ground in the next five minutes. But it could have been Chen. He had confessed just minutes ago that she had been in many of his sexual fantasies. Perhaps this was him, his pent-up longing for her manifesting in this brutal pounding.
Mixed Sensations
She gasped in surprise as she felt another presence right next to her.
“Can you tell yet?” came Yuan’s breathless voice.
“Is it me or Yuan?” Chen asked, his voice equally strained.
“Maybe she needs more to go on,” Yuan said.
Ling shivered as fingers slipped up her arm and pulled the strap of her sundress down her left arm and then her right. A few loosened buttons later, her bare breasts spilled out of her dress. A mouth, hot and hungry, latched onto her left nipple. But if that mouth belonged to the man inside her, she couldn’t tell.
Another mouth found her right nipple and sucked hard. She arched off the floor as pleasure coursed from her breasts to a spot deep inside her hips. Still, the cock inside worked her to a wet frenzy. She could feel her own fluid leaking out and onto the blanket beneath her.
Heightened Pleasure
A hand slid between her stomach and the male stomach above her. Two fingers found her swollen clitoris and teased it. The teasing turned to torture as those fingers pinched and tugged gently. The thrusts turned from fast and frenzied to long, deep strokes that she felt all the way against her cervix.
“Who is it, Babe?” Yuan taunted, his voice seeming to come from over her and next to her at the same time. “Who’s fucking you right now?”
“You both are,” she said, knowing the cock inside her didn’t belong to the fingers on her clitoris.
“Not quite…” her husband whispered. “But it’s the best idea I’ve heard all night.”
The man inside her, Chen or Yuan, pulled out. Someone pushed her onto her side.
The Switch
“You know what to do, Ling,” Yuan said, his voice quiet and commanding. She loved him most in his dominant moods when he took control of her body and used it like his own personal sex toy. She did know what to do. She and her husband had anal sex at least once a week. While lying on her side, she pulled her knee up and into her chest as Yuan worked his lube-covered fingers into her, opening her up enough to take him inside her.
As she lay in position, she heard movement, footsteps, and men changing position. Did this mean it was Chen who now spooned up against her and started to push into her ass? Or was it a trick and once more was it Yuan behind her?
Inch by inch, whoever it was pushed into her as her body strained to accommodate him. Once inside her, the man wrapped an arm over her chest and rolled them both onto their backs. Hands grasped her breasts and pulled her nipples. Someone took her knees in his hands and shoved them wide. Again, the kneeling and the penetration. Ling shuddered as the second cock entered her, this time shoving itself deep into her vagina.
Sensual Bliss in Taipei
Mute with ecstasy, Ling could only breathe as the two men worked in tandem, thrusting into her with hard yet careful movements. She’d experienced double penetration before with Yuan using a vibrator, but never had she felt two men inside her at the same time. The sensation was overwhelming, filling her almost to bursting. Every nerve fired, every muscle tightened and stretched to accommodate them both.
Waves of Pleasure
Fingers found her clitoris again and teased it, sending her over the edge. Ling came hard, jerking in the arms that held her. Neither man was done with her. Each thrust left her gasping, each withdrawal made her moan. Her hands grasped at the shoulders above her, feeling the chest beneath her back rise and fall. Sensation overwhelmed her, and she came a second time, her cry sounding pained even to herself.
The man inside her vagina pulled out, and the man beneath her rolled her back onto her side, sliding out as well. She thought they had finished, but two hands grabbed her hips and brought her up onto her hands and knees. She heard foil ripping and felt the cock enter her vagina again from behind. Limp from her orgasms, Ling could only take it as the cock slammed into her. Hands gathered her breasts, holding them as the man inside her rode out his orgasm with a few final brutal thrusts.
A New Position
She was moved again, this time straddling someone’s hips. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself while his penis slid between her wet folds and pressed into her. The two hands on her hips ground her against the hips beneath her. When she felt a presence standing before her, she raised her hands, feeling the smooth skin of a flat male stomach as the cock pushed between her lips.
It nudged her throat, and she opened her mouth wider to receive it. One hand cradled the back of her neck, fingers brushing against her cheek. She would have smiled if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. She rocked her hips harder against the man beneath her. His hands dug into her skin as he worked her on his cock until he pushed up and into her once before going still under her. The cock in her mouth pumped a few more times before she tasted warm, salty semen. He pulled out, and she swallowed.
The Final Act
Four hands put her onto her back. Ling tugged her dress up and buttoned the front, smoothing her skirt down and rolling into a sitting position.
“I guess we win, Chen,” Yuan said.
Ling reached up behind her head and untied the blindfold.
“It was you first, Yuan,” she said. “Then Chen. Then Chen again. You were in my ass, Yuan, while Chen fucked my pussy. Yuan finished off while I was on my hands and knees. Chen was under me while I was on top. It was your cock, my handsome husband, that was just in my mouth.”
She raised her hand and wiped her wet lips. Yuan and Chen, both sitting side by side on the couch, looked at each other and then at her.
Revealing the Truth
“If you knew, why didn’t you guess?” Yuan asked.
“I didn’t want to win too soon,” Ling grinned at them both. “Then you might have stopped.”
“How did you know?” Yuan asked.
“I knew it was you the first time,” Ling said, “because I could smell your soap. I buy the soap, so of course I knew it was you. When you were in my mouth, I could feel your wedding ring when you touched my face. The rest were educated guesses. Was I right?”
Chen nodded. “You got it. I guess we’re stuck watching musicals for the next year,” he sighed, then smiled at Yuan.
“I hate musicals,” Yuan dropped his head back, and Ling laughed at her poor tortured husband.
“Well, how about this idea…” Ling asked as she crawled across the floor and rested her head in Yuan’s lap. She reached out and took Chen’s hand in hers.
“What?” Yuan prompted.
She looked up at her husband and smiled.
A New Adventure Begins
Ling’s smile widened as she looked up at Yuan, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She squeezed Chen’s hand gently, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers.
“How about we make our own musical?” Ling suggested, her voice playful and inviting.
Yuan raised an eyebrow, curiosity and amusement mingling in his expression. “What do you have in mind?”
Exploring Taipei
Ling sat up, her hair cascading around her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. “We’re in Taipei, one of the most vibrant cities in the world. Let’s explore it together. We can visit Taipei 101, take a stroll through the serene beauty of Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall, and savor the delicious street food at Shilin Night Market. And who knows, maybe we can create some unforgettable memories along the way.”
Yuan’s eyes softened, his love for her shining through. “That sounds perfect, Ling. But what about Chen? Does he want to join us on this adventure?”
Chen looked at Ling and Yuan, his heart swelling with affection for the couple who had welcomed him into their lives. “I’d love to,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “Exploring Taipei with you two sounds like an amazing idea.”
A Day in Daan Forest Park
Ling’s heart swelled with joy as she imagined the three of them wandering through the bustling streets of Taipei, discovering hidden gems and sharing moments of laughter and love. She knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with excitement, passion, and the unbreakable bond they shared.
As they made their plans, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The sounds of the city waking up mingled with their laughter, creating a symphony of life and love. Ling, Yuan, and Chen knew that no matter where their adventures took them, they would always have each other.
Ling stood up, pulling Yuan and Chen to their feet. “Let’s start our day with a walk through Daan Forest Park,” she suggested, her eyes shining with excitement. “We can take in the beauty of the cherry blossoms and maybe even have a little picnic.”
Discovering Hidden Treasures
Yuan wrapped his arm around Ling’s waist, pulling her close. “That sounds wonderful, Ling. And after that, we can visit the National Palace Museum. I hear they have a new exhibit on ancient Chinese artifacts.”
Chen nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across his face. “And maybe we can end the day with a visit to the hot springs in Beitou. It’ll be the perfect way to relax after a day of exploring.”
The Magic of the Moment
With their plans set, the trio left the hotel, stepping out into the vibrant streets of Taipei. The city buzzed with energy, its neon lights and towering skyscrapers a testament to its modernity. Yet amidst the hustle and bustle, there was a sense of tranquility, a feeling that anything was possible in this city of dreams.
As they walked hand in hand, Ling, Yuan, and Chen felt a sense of contentment wash over them. They knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, their love and friendship guiding them through every twist and turn.
And so, under the watchful gaze of Taipei 101, with the scent of cherry blossoms in the air and the promise of new adventures on the horizon, their story continued, a beautiful symphony of love, laughter, and the magic of the moment.
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