A woman recounts her experience participating in games at a *** club with her husband (excerpt)

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Let me introduce myself first. Since graduating from university, I've always been restless, always wanting to experience a different kind of life. I didn't want to work an ordinary job in the mainland until I died of old age. A few years ago, I came to a special economic zone alone, hoping to find some happiness.
At first, it was indeed exciting; every day felt new. But after a while, it felt similar to life in the mainland. As I got older, people around me, including my family back in the mainland, started to care about my marriage. Around
that time, I switched jobs to a state-owned foreign trade company and met my future husband. He was a manager at another company in the same system. When we were dating, apart from him being six years older than me, I didn't see any other flaws. He was very good to me; no matter how busy he was, he always tried to make time for me. Naturally, we got married. My husband didn't care whether I was a virgin or not (I had dated before marriage and had sexual experience). We lived a relatively happy but also relatively uneventful life together for several years. Perhaps this is what normal family life for ordinary people should be like.
My husband is very busy with work, especially in recent years due to the economic environment, making things even more difficult. Plus, the honeymoon phase is long over. Although we don't have any major conflicts, things are definitely becoming more and more mundane. We both feel this, but we feel powerless to change it. Our sex life is also becoming increasingly infrequent, maybe only once a week at most, and it's always the same old routine. We've tried to improve things, like renting pornographic DVDs or buying sex toys, but the results haven't been great. Sometimes my husband says, "Look, all those women in the DVDs are so voluptuous. I wish you were like that too." Actually, this is a sore spot for me. I'm not bad-looking, but I'm not voluptuous at all. I've tried many methods, but I can't seem to increase my size. Since college, I've been ridiculed for being flat-chested. Is a man's sexual desire related to a woman's voluptuousness?
Life went on uneventfully until one day, we saw a website about girls' naked lives. At first, we couldn't believe our eyes, especially the section on couples swapping. We were very surprised; could such people really exist? After watching it a few more times, we gradually began to understand. While watching, we felt uneasy, always feeling that watching this site might affect our lives—a feeling of wanting to watch, loving to watch, yet being afraid to watch. Sure enough, when we stopped rejecting this idea, my husband asked me one day: "Honey, if there's a suitable person, would you be willing to give it a try?" My heart skipped a beat. My husband had finally asked me. Actually, I knew this day would come, but
I wasn't sure if agreeing would be a blessing or a curse. I was also afraid that my husband was deliberately testing me. I said firmly: "No, no." I asked my husband why he asked that. He said there were many reasons: first, our life was too bland, and we needed to add some passion; second, rather than our life remaining bland, we might each seek excitement outside, so it was better to be open about it; and third, women are indeed more sexually capable than men, and it seemed he couldn't satisfy me. If there was a suitable person, I should enjoy the pleasure of sex to the fullest. I still didn't agree. It wasn't that I was unwilling to accept it at all, but where could I find a suitable person without any trouble?
My husband often asked me this question during sex afterward. Sometimes I would jokingly say to him, "Okay, I want one that's thick, long, and can make me fly." Every time I said this, my husband and I would get very excited, and I would ejaculate repeatedly.
About two months later, one day, I was bored at work and came home in the afternoon to an empty house. Still feeling listless, I went online and browsed this website. Suddenly, I got excited and started using the massager my husband had bought me while browsing. Just then, there was a knock at the door. My husband was home just in time! Something to keep me entertained! Excitedly, I ran out of the room, only to find that it wasn't my husband standing in the living room, but a friend of his, also a subordinate. My husband had asked him to come and pick up some documents. I was wearing pajamas, practically naked, and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. The massager had fallen to the floor. I just stood there, motionless.
The friend seemed stunned too, unsure what to do. He looked like he wanted to come closer, but also seemed to want to run away. We just stared at each other, face to face, for what felt like several minutes before I remembered and quickly ran back to my room. The friend seemed to snap out of it and ran away as well. I kept thinking in my room: Oh no, oh no, what should we do?
If word gets out, there's no point in my husband and I trying to convince anyone. When I went outside and saw the massager, I got even angrier. It was all because of that! I don't know why, but I was also angry, anxious, scared, and excited at the same time. I picked up the massager and kept using it. Suddenly, I had an idea: why didn't he come up earlier? I shouldn't use this anymore. That way, he definitely won't tell anyone. Not long after, my husband came back, fuming. Afterwards, he told me that the man hadn't taken the documents and couldn't explain why he hadn't taken them. So my husband had to come back to get them himself. When he saw me at home like that, he thought I had been assaulted and quickly asked me what had happened. I had no choice but to tell him what had happened. My husband comforted me and said it was okay, that he would handle it and left quickly.
I waited until my husband came home from work that evening. When I saw him walk in with a big smile, I felt relieved, knowing there wasn't a major problem. The first thing my husband said was, "Honey, you're so alluring! That guy was practically swooning, saying he wanted to sleep with you right then and there. He held back for ages after we left the house before he finally calmed down."
My husband then asked me, "How is he? Is he suitable? We've been looking for a suitable partner, haven't we?"
In that situation, I just went along with it, not insisting on objecting.
Over the weekend, my husband and I were making love in bed. He kept teasing me, constantly bringing up the topic. We were both incredibly excited thinking about what happened that day. Halfway through, my husband said, "Come on, let me make a call and ask him to come along." I was extremely excited at that moment, and I guessed that my husband really couldn't satisfy me. I pretended to just keep moving and didn't say anything. After my husband finished the call, his friend arrived shortly after. When he arrived, he hesitated for a while, but then he probably couldn't resist anymore, so he took off his clothes and got on top of me. It was the first time I had ever experienced something like this. I felt both ashamed and excited. I closed my eyes and didn't look or say anything. I just felt two men going in and out of my body. Later, I couldn't hold back my excitement anymore and started moaning loudly. My husband was also unusually vigorous, many times more vigorous than usual. That night, I orgasmed countless times. I just felt my body contracting and releasing fluid continuously, a feeling I had never experienced before (I had orgasms before, quite often, but nothing like this). I was surprised that I had such great potential in sex. My husband later said that women's sexual potential is truly limitless.
Afterwards, I clearly felt that I had become much fuller. When I woke up the next day, although I was a little smaller than the day before, I was much bigger than before. I was pleasantly surprised. Could this have brought about the change? The following days were like a carnival for us. In one week, the three of us had sex three times. The craziest time was when the other two of them each took Viagra to see if I could handle it. That day, I really felt like I was flying. Every time we had sex, the result was exhaustion, and I did become fuller. I was no longer flat-chested. My problem that had bothered me for years was finally solved, and I dared to wear sexy clothes. If there are any friends in the medical field here, can you give me an answer? How can a woman still develop at 28? Can sex promote development? Why didn't I develop before even having sex? Or is this just some kind of coincidence?
During this period, I felt like the world had opened a door for us, filling me with joy and gratitude for life. That feeling is simply indescribable. Since we took this step, my relationship with my husband has not been damaged at all. On the contrary, we have become even closer. We made the choice, and we have no regrets.

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