An unforgettable gathering

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I am 32 years old, a career woman, and married. I love him, and he loves me very much. We are both highly educated and have always been open about sex. During holidays, we have many great places to go, such as the beach or nightclubs, but I have never considered partner swapping!

Two years ago, to be honest, I never even thought about sex. I had heard others talk about it, but they always spoke of it in a joking tone. To me, it was simply impossible, and I knew it would never happen to me. I always considered sex a private matter between husband and wife, and back then, I wouldn't even dare to utter the word "sex."

Let me tell you, I don't actually feel ashamed of intercourse or anything related to sex, and I'm not conservative. When my husband and I are together, we can try different positions, and after each time, we discuss the process. We're not embarrassed at all; on the contrary, discussing it makes each time even more exciting and stimulating.

I don't know if other couples do this, but I know that what we do is perfectly normal, and for me, it's commonplace.

I was also afraid my husband would have an affair. Although he was just an ordinary civil servant, he would travel for work once or twice a year. I thought he must have had various romantic encounters or opportunities to philander. In the first year of our marriage, he admitted to fooling around with other women while traveling, but I didn't mind too much, just telling him to be more hygienic. I thought most men would do the same if their wives weren't around.

So, not long after, he started telling me about his affairs, even recounting the exciting details. When I heard him describe those erotic scenes, I got excited myself.

Although my husband had many extramarital affairs, I never did. I don't know if he minded, but in fact, it never happened. When he left me, it wasn't that I didn't want to; honestly, my body desperately needed it. Even so, I forced myself not to seduce other men.

One day, my husband came home and suddenly suggested a sexual encounter. I couldn't believe my ears. Caught off guard, I vehemently opposed it and felt incredibly humiliated.

Here's what happened: He came home from another place and told me he'd attended a party with five couples, three of whom brought their wives. My husband and two other single young men had already agreed on who would sleep with whom, and they spent two days and two nights partying. He described every detail, as if he still longed for those two days and nights of revelry. He even described every action in detail. I felt both fascinated and terrified.

Then, he said he wanted to have sex with someone! In fact, he had already arranged a wild sexual party with several other couples. Hearing this, I was even more frightened. I rejected all his suggestions. I felt betrayed, oppressed, and being made promiscuous. I thought to myself, how could I be naked with a complete stranger, how could I let him caress me, or even have sex with me? That was simply impossible, something I could never accept!

Our discussion resulted in a huge argument. But my husband wouldn't give in; he kept trying to persuade me, using every trick in the book, from threats to bribes. In the end, I had no choice but to give in, reluctantly and fearfully agreeing to go to the party.

My first party was filled with dread and fear. I didn't even know how to dress myself. That evening, I had no idea what I wore or how to get dressed before getting into the car. In fact, I didn't even know where the party was.

When I arrived, I saw a couple inside, apparently the hosts. They introduced me to the other guests, people my husband already knew.

They showed no sign of nervousness, appearing completely at ease. They spoke naturally, as if attending a casual gathering of friends.

I felt abandoned; even my husband didn't show any concern or attention. After a while, they seemed to be anticipating new topics and activities, while my mind went completely blank. Later, all I could think about was what would happen to me in a little while. Suddenly, I thought I should leave quickly; if I didn't stop at the last minute, I didn't know what would become of me.

But soon after, I realized that wasn't the case. After half an hour, when there was nothing left to talk about, and after having a drink, the host couple suggested getting down to business.

I wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but I couldn't. I knew that if I left, my marriage with my husband might end. I love my husband too much; I couldn't do that!

I thought to myself: This must be an old-fashioned brothel, where everyone finds a partner and then goes to their own place for a tryst. I would be alone with a strange man; I would definitely go crazy.

However, the way these people exchanged partners was truly unusual; they actually started right there in the guest room. This was a scene I had never seen before!

Everyone began to undress. It wasn't as terrifying as I'd imagined, because everyone was undressing, and I felt it would be impolite not to. So I followed suit, removing my clothes until I was completely naked.

The room was dimly lit and warm as spring, but I trembled uncontrollably. And then it all began in my terrified state!

Everyone took their positions in the living room and began to have sex! In my entire life, I had never imagined such a scene, and I began to watch them with curiosity. I saw two people not far from me, embracing and caressing each other, and their actions made my heart pound. My body began to burn like fire! I almost forgot that I was watching others, and instead, I was doing what they were doing.

Vaguely, I sensed a man approaching me. He said something to me, but I can't recall what he said. Then his hands reached out, as if he had a hundred arms, caressing every part of my body. I didn't really feel anything. I watched the couples having sex in front of me, their passionate movements stirring my desires. Yes, I must have felt something, because I found myself unknowingly sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued to caress my breasts and thighs.

Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sexual arousal than before. I stopped watching others and focused solely on enjoying the stimulation and pleasure of sex. I ignored my partner's appearance and his name; all I knew was that he was a man, a man with very developed sexual organs. I let him enter me, penetrating deep into my vagina. I felt his penis was thick and hot, much larger than my husband's. I wanted to experience the taste of another man.

Then I happened to see my husband. He was naked and tightly embracing another woman. She was a beautiful woman I didn't recognize. She was straddling my husband's lap, her legs spread wide, twisting and writhing. I guessed that my husband's penis was definitely inside her. Both of them looked extremely satisfied, as if they were in ecstasy!

Seeing my husband making love with another woman, my guilty conscience instantly eased. Under the man's caresses, I also felt like I was in heaven. I began to drift into a dazed state. I hugged the man tightly, and like the woman in my husband's arms, I desperately rubbed and stroked his penis with my vagina.

After a while, the man picked me up and put me on the sofa. He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs high, and then thrust his thick, hard penis into my vagina, pumping wildly. His movements took me to a place I had never been before. I didn't know if he was enjoying me or I was enjoying him; I seemed to be on a series of waves of pleasure.

When it was all over, I lay on the floor, limp and powerless, closing my eyes and replaying the pleasure of having sex with the men. I couldn't believe that what I had been so terrified of was now lingering in my memory. I was no longer afraid; I only felt an incomparable pleasure, a pleasure my husband had never given me.

That night didn't end there. The rest of the time was spent in a grand exchange, with me having sex with several other men in the living room several times. I was no longer passive or unwilling. I was unaware of how many women my husband was with; I no longer paid attention to him. I focused solely on my own enjoyment. I remember that night, besides the two-person games, there were other, more complex ones. I also vaguely remember even having sex with three men.

Normally, I would have thought they were gang-raping me, but at that moment I was completely absorbed. I let each man take turns inserting his penis into my vagina and thrusting until he ejaculated.

Some people say that after attending such a party, they will definitely feel unsatisfied when they get home and must do it again with their spouse. But I didn't. I felt weak all over. I just lay in bed and fell asleep in less than five minutes. I seemed to have a wet dream and slept for thirteen hours. When I woke up, I felt great and more energetic than before. I felt full of life, as if I had been reborn, a completely different new person.

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