[A threesome is an experience that's hard to explain] (Article reprinted from the internet)

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For many years, our married life has been harmonious. However, for the past year or so, I've felt an intense sexual desire. After one encounter, I want another, but my husband is already feeling sexually exhausted. He loves me very much, but my frequent unsatisfaction makes me very irritable at work during the day. This continued until after the Spring Festival this year. One evening after work, he mysteriously told me, "I'll find you another one." I didn't understand at first and asked what he meant. He said another hunky guy.

I was furious, feeling like he was playing a trick on me. I angrily turned away and went to sleep, but I couldn't calm down. Three or more people together—we've only ever seen that in porn; I never imagined I'd actually do it myself. To be honest, my strong desire can only be satisfied by two men, or even more. The feeling after an orgasm is so comfortable and exhilarating, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily. I haven't felt that way in a long time…
In the following days, he brought it up again and again. I'm so grateful to my husband. He completely abandoned traditional Chinese values and prioritized my physical pleasure. I'm truly grateful to him. He asked me what kind of man I liked, and I said someone like you, but he had to be sexually strong, otherwise there was no point. That day after work, he said he'd take me out for Western food and to meet a random friend. That's when I met the poster.
In the dimly lit restaurant, suggestive music filled the air. It wasn't too crowded, and we found a seat by the window. Outside, there was a parking lot and lush greenery. I could see our black Nissan Teana and the cars coming and going. My husband gazed at me tenderly, but I didn't dare look at him. I didn't understand this man I'd been with for so many years, and even doubted whether he truly loved me. But his eyes told me he doted on me. I waited anxiously.

Then, my husband received a phone call saying he was here. A moment later, a man in his late twenties was standing next to us. He wasn't handsome, but he was of average build, about 1.75 meters tall and weighing over 70 kilograms. Thankfully, he wasn't unpleasant to look at.
He gave me a friendly look, and my husband reciprocated. It was obvious that at that moment, my husband's attitude, especially his, was crucial. I was like a rabbit; any hint of displeasure from him, even a slight sound or glance, would send me into a frenzy. I couldn't be open at that moment because I'm not really open,

even though I'm quite promiscuous in bed. I smiled and continued sipping my iced coffee. They were talking, from trivial matters like whether they were busy with work to the restaurant's setup. Finally, my husband gently asked me if I had any experience with this before. He vaguely said I had once, and it felt okay. He said the woman first needs to relax and enjoy herself, and then looked at me. I lowered my head and remained silent, just smiling. I wondered to myself, could this man satisfy me?

My husband bluntly said she was very strong and engaged, so there shouldn't be any problems; his only concern was whether I and he could satisfy her. I said it mainly depended on the coordination between the two men. I looked around; the waiters were all busy with their own things, and no one noticed our quiet conversation. I stuck out my tongue. My husband patted my back, signaling me to calm down. LZ kept glancing at me, and I felt he had a good impression of me. I consider myself a mature young woman, with the kind of allure that's popular these days.

Perhaps, like many others, a meeting with strangers doesn't necessarily mean immediate sex. We were the same. My husband suggested we reschedule for another day, perhaps to a nicer place, or maybe my place. He agreed. He whispered in my ear, "I want to ignite your passion even more..."
On the way home, I said to my husband, "Are we crazy? Why does a simple sexual encounter have to be a threesome?" My husband asked, "What do you mean?" I asked him, "Won't you regret it? In that situation, could you accept my promiscuity under someone else's tutelage?" He was silent for a long time, then quietly said, "Why do you always have to think so clearly? Do I need to interrogate your soul? We live to be happy, and there are many ways to be happy. I think the devastation of the tsunami has made us realize what 'living for the moment' truly means." Yes, why do I have to think so clearly? My husband finally said, with a hint of resignation, "Actually, I'm selfish. I wanted to see how you were with other men. I wanted to look at you with appreciative eyes and feel you."
The following days were busy with work, and we barely had any intimacy. Sometimes I thought about it, but seeing him go to sleep without any interest, I gave up. But I really wanted it; several times I dreamt of being aroused by several men.
On Saturday evening, my husband came home from work and said he wanted to take me to the beach, saying he wanted to go with me.
The beach in early winter wasn't as beautiful as I'd imagined, especially at night; the newly lit lights seemed to shiver in the sea breeze. My husband parked the car at the hotel, helped me into the room, and I felt the warmth of his hand. He whispered in my ear that
he was already in room 410. I was surprised and said, "You arranged this?" He said, "I felt you were very tired lately and wanted you to relax." At that moment, I couldn't say anything more. I felt like a bird on a perch, wanting to be free yet bound by something. I understand the urge to indulge stems from a week of suppressed emotions in my hectic life, while the constraint comes from the fear of not knowing my husband's true thoughts.
Pushing open the door, I saw LZ watching TV. He stood up naturally, like an old friend, saying, "I just arrived too," and kept looking at me. On the coffee table next to him were several wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. Deep down, a woman my age shouldn't be conquered by an unmarried young man, neither outwardly nor inwardly, because sex is a necessity of life, not something mysterious. At this moment, with LZ in front of me, my biggest doubt was: Is he up to it?
Yes, is he up to it? This is the question all women who participate in or are about to engage in a threesome consider.
My husband is right; I always like to think things through calmly. Now that I'm in this room, it's not a matter of backing down. I smiled and greeted him. The ambiguous lighting in the room and the furnishings on the bed made me feel a surge of desire.
Seeing LZ's recollection, my memory is hazy. My husband said he'd discussed this kind of dating on several dating websites and social media, but perhaps without meeting in person, I wouldn't have any recollection. Meeting LZ was our third meeting with the people involved. Once, it was a couple

who were planning a swap. But after meeting, the man kept scrutinizing me, spoke somewhat arrogantly, and when we went to the hotel to negotiate, we couldn't reach an agreement and parted ways, never contacting each other again. My husband said he wanted to find a man who appreciated me like he did. He and LZ hit it off immediately, probably because he found it acceptable, especially since LZ's eyes didn't seem unpleasant to me.
Most people juxtapose sex and love; sex without love is unacceptable, but what is the point of love without sex? I'm the kind of woman who can accept sex without love. Frankly, at this age, most women are thinking about sex; spring is almost over, no need to worry about where the flowers have fallen. After each relaxing sexual encounter, I looked incredibly youthful and radiant in the mirror, with a girlish shyness.
The night was like a wildly blooming rose.
The three of us sat together casually, drinking. My husband would occasionally put his arm around my waist. I have a very low alcohol tolerance; even a little bit of alcohol would knock me out. When my husband kissed me again, I moaned softly and collapsed into his arms. He gently pushed me against him. I couldn't deny the stimulation of touching a stranger's body, especially his masculine scent. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him first. My husband had already gone to the bathroom to shower. We lay on the bed, passionately caressing each other under the influence of our desires. His penis was already very hard…

LZ (the original poster) is a man who enjoys ample foreplay. Just like
the night he posted about it, when a woman is facing two men, the slightly tipsy feeling made me let go of all unacceptable notions; enjoyment is enjoyment. My husband's scent, movements, and the sensations he gave me were all familiar. He was as tender and indulgent as ever, letting me moan. LZ went to shower.
My husband had already stripped me down to just a small bra. That day, I had specifically chosen a sexy black leopard-print knit bra set; my 34D bust is the main reason I always like to wear tight clothes. I was positioned in the middle of the bed, anticipating the feast of sex. My legs were pressed tightly against my husband's body, and he was kissing my eyelashes and eyelids...
I was intoxicated by his wet, hot kisses, feeling a warm current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but breathe a little louder. Another part of him was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly below, my breasts were being firmly grasped, and my breathing became increasingly heavy as the warm current below moved closer to my sensitive areas. Just as I was about to reach my limit, something hard was inserted into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it, forcefully probing its arrival with my tongue, accepting its fierce attacks.

Waves of inexplicable sensations came from my lower body, and I felt my legs trembling. He was already holding my little bud in his mouth, like a pear blossom gently trembling in the spring drizzle. That warm current was constantly pounding on my sensitive nerves, making my sucking even more intense. I heard a voice moaning and panting loudly; it was so familiar yet so strange. My body writhed joyfully in waves of intense stimulation, yet also anxiously awaited its arrival, almost pleadingly yielding, trying to grasp something, my body twisting endlessly on the edge of emptiness…!

What is desire?

It is an endless, unwilling wait at the threshold of climax; a rainbow about to fall above a small boat on a beautiful lake. The moment he enters, I feel as if I am the only woman in the world, as if centuries of waiting have been for this moment. The writhing of my hips, even the yielding of my entire body, cannot express my excitement and gratitude. I thank men, I thank men.
This was our first time together, and I could tell he was completely overwhelmed by my intense reactions. Just as I was about to be completely conquered, he suddenly pulled away from me with tremendous force, leaving me feeling like I was being thrown into an empty abyss. He said, somewhat dejectedly, that it was too hot inside, and he couldn't withstand the suction she exerted… A familiar force slowly lifted me from the abyss, and we became more and more intertwined. My entire body seemed to float in the sky, losing its own strength.
My face was flushed, and exhaustion filled every corner of my body. The disarray and satisfaction after the feast made the room feel somewhat decadent.

Even a sunny man like the original poster probably never imagined giving up so inexplicably. Everyone has their own characteristics, and every woman has different characteristics during sex. Different moans and cries, even with the same pleasurable response, have different effects on a man. After showering, he, as radiant as the sun, kissed me into his arms. His lower body, having undergone a brief test, was already accustomed to an opponent like me. I teased him with my tongue, gently biting and rubbing against his hard, smooth, swollen skin. His comfortable breaths further fueled my passion. Before me was no longer a foreign object; it was a gift bestowed upon me with boundless adoration and longing.
I greedily kissed it, teased it, occasionally stimulating his scrotum and cleavage. I could feel his increasingly intense throbbing and unease, and the occasional, rapid trembling of his thighs. If I were fortunate enough to be a man's opponent, I would do my best to be one. And so it was now. He poured all his passion into me, a warm current gushing forth, enveloping my mouth, cheeks, and breasts…!
In the hazy night, the three of us, like close friends, half-embraced, left the hotel. The internet is truly magical; it can transform bodies that were complete strangers just hours ago into such intimate connections. He kissed my forehead and asked if we'd have a chance to meet again. I looked at my husband, just smiled, and answered.
This is a chaotic world, and maybe some people just like this kind of chaos; my husband is one of them. After breaking up with LZ, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how happy I was that night, I couldn't be too blatant because of another man's involvement. To be honest, I was a little tired but even more excited. Certain parts of my body were still chewing on those stimuli regardless of the situation;
obviously, the extra stimulation made it impossible for my usually well-behaved nerves to calm down... His energy exceeded my expectations. He asked me if I was satisfied with that guy. I vaguely said it was okay, mainly because you were there, I felt really good. He drove with one hand, and with the other, he pressed me against his genitals, right below the steering wheel. I could feel him still throbbing, as if about to burst forth. He leaned forward, wanting me to pull it out, the car still speeding along the wide road…
I asked anxiously, "Is this okay?" I worried the car would veer off course because of his arousal and my stimulation. He didn't answer, but pressed my head back down. I obediently took it in my mouth, working as usual, my mind blank. I was willing to risk my life for this moment, if it truly required it.
He didn't back down because of my cooperation; he became even harder. I hesitated. I shouldn't be responsible for myself, but at least for him. A man had already gone this far for me; I couldn't let him pay the price for my wantonness. It was unnecessary. I quickly looked up from under the steering wheel and kissed him, no longer yielding to his pleas.
I loved him.
I have no recollection of going up the stairs to get home. He pushed me onto the bed. That night, it was our first time in years. I've forgotten how many rounds we had; he said ten, but I don't know, because my nerves and blood were all focused on my lower body. I was constantly busy dealing with his ebb and flow.
The end of the threesome—who really benefited? Some say the woman, some say a certain man.
Actually, the story continues every day in different ways, leaving feelings of joy or loss; only the person experiencing it truly knows. Men are always trying to satisfy both their own and women's senses; women are simply pursuing something in a daze. A mature woman seeking this feeling is merely trying to numb her disillusioned spirit.
It's just a simple exercise that doesn't require much mental effort.
[The End]

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