My husband allowed me to sleep with another man.

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I love my husband very much.

He's 1.77 meters tall, tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, and easy-going. He's considered a heartthrob in our medical school, two years ahead of me.

He loves me very much.

We've been married for over three years and have a lovely baby who's being cared for by his maternal grandmother. We live a carefree life; it's a very happy family.

He loves playing chess and often plays against his chess friend, Feng.

Feng is also 1.76 meters tall, with a full beard. He looks like a big, easy-going guy, but he's actually very smart and capable. He's another type of handsome man, the kind that women find attractive.

As for me, needless to say, I have two big, watery eyes, and my figure and skin are undeniably beautiful.

Feng often comes to my house to play chess with my husband. They are very good friends. In public and in private, Feng often praises me, and at first I felt embarrassed and blushed, but I felt really comfortable inside. Later, after he praised me so much, I realized he wasn't just using sweet talk to try and please me.

To be honest, women like to be praised.

Over time, we all became very easygoing and didn't distinguish between each other.

One night, my husband said, "Don't you think Feng likes you?" "Nonsense, what are you thinking!" I said.

Although I said that, with a woman's sensitivity and intuition, only a fool wouldn't know that Feng liked me.

My husband then asked, "Want to play with him once?" "No, I only like you." Although I said that, I couldn't say that I had no reaction at all when I heard my husband say that. That night, I felt much more excited than usual when I was passionate with my husband.

My husband noticed this small change and said, "What's wrong? You seem much more excited today."

{No, you're so naughty.} I admit that verbal stimulation can enhance sexual arousal. My excitement seemed to give him more satisfaction, and he was acting differently than usual.

I knew that we both experienced a different kind of enjoyment that night.

After that, my husband often used provocative language when we were passionate.

He would say things like, "Do you think having sex with a man like Ah Feng, his beard would be prickly?" I said, "I don't know, I've never tried it."

"If he licks your genitals, will it hurt?" "How would I know? You're my first love!" "If he kisses your whole body, will it hurt or feel itchy?" "You're naughty, you're naughty, I don't know, I don't know!" "I screamed loudly, and with my husband's relentless advances, yes, I really didn't know what it would feel like to have sex with a man like Ah Feng.

Thinking of this, my husband brought me to orgasm, an orgasm unlike any other! So exciting, so stimulating, so enjoyable.

Later, whenever my husband wanted to be passionate with me, I would sometimes ask him to say something similar, and sometimes he would say, 'No, that's all.'"

“Hmm, I want you to tell me…” I pleaded with him.

He always satisfied me, spoiled me, and told me strange and wonderful stories to stimulate my sexual desire. We were a very happy family.

That autumn, A-Feng played chess with me at my house, and I went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, my husband came in and said it was late, and he had A-Feng stay at our house.

After getting into bed, my husband removed my thin silk nightgown and used his magical hands to roam between my breasts, arousing me in waves of excitement.

I don't know if it was my husband being mischievous or… "What is it?" I noticed a small crack in the door that wasn't fully closed. He stopped and whispered to me, "I wonder if Ah Feng is asleep?" "How would I know?" "

If Ah Feng were holding you and making love right now, what would it feel like?" "I don't know." "

If the two of us were making love to you, one giving you oral sex and licking your genitals, and the other suckling your breasts, would it be enjoyable?" "I don't know..." I said deliberately in a coquettish tone.

To be honest, at that moment, I was thinking that it would be nice if he really came in.

Being touched by my husband, and with those teasing words, was stimulating... I was already so excited. I pulled my husband up; I really couldn't take it anymore.

When I was really enjoying myself, my moans were loud. It was a kind of sound that seemed melancholic yet was extremely pleasurable, like the purring of an old cat courting. I knew it was very infectious, an irresistible infectiousness, an infectiousness that could drive a man crazy. I don't know if I was deliberately letting Ah Feng hear me, or if it was because I was particularly excited, but I moaned, moaning without caring about anyone else.

With a woman's intuition, I sensed a faint sound outside the room. It must be Ah Feng spying on us. We were having sex (because the bedside lamp was on).

Actually, I'd been wondering for a while: would Ah Feng come and watch? I really wanted him to.

Some people say that many people have an exhibitionist streak, especially women.

When I thought about Ah Feng watching me have sex outside, a strange excitement and impulse washed over me. That night, my passion with my husband was more enjoyable than any other time, an indescribable enjoyment.

After my husband finished, I lay there, completely exhausted.

After a while, my husband nudged me: "...Do you want to do it with him?" My husband asked very seriously. "

No, I haven't thought about it." I really hadn't thought about it. If I had, it was only a momentary impulse during sex with my husband. "

Think about it. If you want to, then do it once. Just say I'm asleep."

I knew this was my husband's way of showing me affection; he often did. I didn't say anything.

"Or..." I didn't say anything, just hugged my husband tighter and kissed him deeply.

I touched his penis, and it was hard again. I whispered, "Do you want to do it again?" "I'll wait for you to come back," he whispered.

I felt my whole body trembling; I didn't know if it was excitement or agitation. I hugged and kissed him.

He sensed I was moved.

Yes, really... I was moved, but I felt like I was letting my husband down.

He gently pushed me away: "Go ahead."

"Aren't you angry?" I asked softly.

"It's okay~ go ahead."

He brought me a nightgown and helped me put it on, then gently pushed me off the bed.

I went to the living room and, by the light from the window, saw that Ah Feng's bedroom door wasn't closed properly. I felt burning hot. I quietly went in and stood in front of his bed. He pretended to be asleep, one hand sticking out. I tugged at his hand and asked, "Are you cold?" He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Where is he?" Asleep, he was fast asleep.

I played the role of someone cheating on their husband. Ah Feng dragged me onto the bed, and in a sudden storm, without warning, I was just a little chick under an eagle's claws. Somehow, he quickly stripped off my pajamas (I wasn't wearing underwear or a bra), and showered me with passionate kisses. My body trembled. He grabbed my breasts and roughly squeezed and kneaded them. To be honest, it hurt a little. He sucked on my nipples with his big mouth.

Suddenly, he came into a 69 position, licking my clitoris with his mouth. I felt a lot of fluid flowing out of my vagina. I didn't know if it was my love juice or the semen left by my husband. Anyway, I felt a flow of fluid from my vaginal opening.

Yes, his big beard slid all over my body. Was it itchy? Were little insects biting? I couldn't say. It was more excitement, an itch deep in my heart, especially when he sucked my clitoris. I was so focused on the itch. I grabbed his penis. It was the same size, the same length, and the same hardness as my husband's. He had more hair and it was thicker than my husband's.

I sucked and licked his glans with all my might. He couldn't take it anymore and made some soft moans. He put his mouth to my vaginal opening, as if his entire tongue was inside. He grabbed my thighs and stood on the bed. In that instant, I felt like I was flying, like he was going to tear me apart and devour me whole. I went crazy, frantic. I kept screaming, "I want it! Put it in!"... I anticipated, I craved. He was still pressing his lips against my clitoris, sucking on it, completely ignoring me. I screamed again: "I want it... I want it..." He grabbed my legs, making me head down, and started sucking on my clitoris in a standing 69 position. I held onto the bed with both hands, unable to move. Blood rushed to my head, throbbing. I screamed again: "No, I can't take it anymore, I want it!"

My voice sounded like I was crying.

He finally put me back on the bed, and I kept hitting him with both hands, but he ignored me completely. With his long, black spear, like a dragon emerging from the mountains, he thrust straight into me, forcefully inserting himself, as fiercely and violently as a dragon playing in the water, as if trying to pierce through the hole. I screamed wildly, my whole body drenched in sweat. He was slippery against my chest, and he cried out too. I knew he was about to ejaculate. At that moment, I also reached my climax, feeling his semen shooting into my uterine wall in spurts, washing over my uterus again and again. My uterus contracted in waves, sucking on his glans like a baby nursing, clinging tightly without letting go. Then I heard him let out a cry and hold me tightly... I sucked like that four or five times, and he released his hands, collapsing into my arms.

Perhaps it's because I've loved dancing since childhood, but I'm in particularly good physical shape.

Whenever I'm very aroused, my uterus contracts in waves, biting down on a man's glans like a baby nursing. My husband often praises me, saying that sucking his glans with my uterus is his most pleasurable moment.

Ah Feng ejaculated inside me, and I felt a gush of semen flowing out, so much of it.

A warm, blissful feeling washed over me.

Then I remembered my husband was still in the other room, so I grabbed my nightgown and ran out of Ah Feng's room.

Entering our bedroom, I saw my husband leaning against the headboard.

When he saw me come in, he reached out to hug me.

I immediately threw myself into my husband's arms.

He held me and whispered, "Comfortable, isn't it?" "Mmm."

He was naked, and his little brother was hard.

"You're not asleep?" I asked. "No,"

he replied

. "Did you hear me?" I asked again. "

I sneaked to your bedroom door, and I not only heard you, but I saw you too," he said. "

Are you angry?" I asked.

"No, it was my choice to give it to you."

"Aren't you jealous?" "It was my choice to give it to you, I'm not jealous." "

Do you still love me?" "Yes, my silly little one."

I lay in his arms, hugging him tightly, and burst into tears, crying very sadly.

He was at a loss, constantly comforting me.

The more he comforted me, the more heartbroken I became, sobbing uncontrollably like a child who had been wronged outside and collapsed into my mother's arms, weeping bitterly.

He kept asking me, "Did he bully you? You should have told me if you didn't want to."

I knew I owed him; everything I had now belonged to him, including every single cell in my body. After

I had cried enough, I kissed him. I reached down and touched his genitals; his penis had gone soft from my crying, so I grabbed it and played with it until it immediately became erect.

I asked him, "Why are you so good to me?" He finally understood why I was crying. "

Baby, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to give myself to you.

Did you enjoy it?" Actually, he had heard and seen everything, but he still asked the same question.

I said sweetly, "It felt so good."

He then asked me if it was big and long. He even asked if my uterus had sucked his glans. I said yes, five times. He started getting excited, and so did I. We started our battle of man and woman again, and I kept shouting loudly.

When I entered the room, our door wasn't ajar. I shouted for a while and saw Ah Feng standing at the door. I whispered to my husband, "He's watching from the doorway."

Knowing someone was watching me have sex made me incredibly excited, and I quickly reached orgasm. My husband did a really good job. I thought to myself, "When my husband ejaculates, my uterus needs to suck at least six times." I sucked Ah Feng five times; I had to make my husband feel amazing.

I was completely exhausted, lying paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, letting the semen slowly flow out...

After resting for a while, my husband got up and dried me off with a hot towel.

Recalling past pain is painful, but recalling past happiness often immerses me in bliss, and sometimes I can't help but want to tell someone.

I once told my female classmate that I could never describe it in such detail.

I wanted to write it online, but I'm afraid people will say it's fabricated, that it's fake.

I'm also afraid of attracting a lot of criticism—calling me a slut, a bad woman, a whore, and so on. I'm especially afraid of people criticizing my husband. No matter what others think of him, in my heart, he is the best person in the world.

He is my good husband, and I will do whatever he asks me to do from now on.

I love my husband very much.

He's 1.77 meters tall, tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, and easygoing. He's considered a heartthrob in our medical school, and he's two years ahead of me.

He loves me very much.

We've been married for over three years and have a lovely baby who's being cared for by his maternal grandmother. We live a carefree life; it's a very happy family.

He loves playing chess and often plays against his chess friend, Feng.

Feng is also 1.76 meters tall, with a full beard. He looks like a big, easygoing guy, but he's actually very smart and capable. He's another type of handsome man, the kind that women find attractive.

As for me, needless to say, I have two big, watery eyes, and my figure and skin are undeniably beautiful.

Feng often comes to my house to play chess with my husband. They are very good friends. In public and in private, Feng often praises me, and at first I felt embarrassed and blushed, but I felt really comfortable inside. Later, after he praised me so much, I realized he wasn't just using sweet talk to try and please me.

To be honest, women like to be praised.

Over time, we all became very easygoing and didn't distinguish between each other.

One night, my husband said, "Don't you think Feng likes you?" "Nonsense, what are you thinking!" I said.

Although I said that, with a woman's sensitivity and intuition, only a fool wouldn't know that Feng liked me.

My husband asked again, "Want to play with him once?" "No, I only like you." Although I said that, I couldn't say I wasn't emotionally involved. That night, I felt much more excited than usual during our passionate moments.

My husband noticed this small change and said, "What's wrong? You seem much more excited today."

{No, you're so naughty.} I admit that verbal stimulation can enhance sexual arousal. My excitement seemed to give him more satisfaction, and he was different from usual.

I knew that we both experienced a different kind of enjoyment that night.

After that, my husband often used provocative language during our passionate moments.

He would say, "Do you think having sex with a man like Ah Feng, his big beard would be prickly?" I said, "I don't know, I've never tried it.

" "If he licks your genitals, will it hurt?" "How would I know? You're my first love!" "If he kisses your whole body, will it hurt or itchy?" "You're bad, you're bad, I don't know, I don't know!" I shouted loudly. As my husband continued his advances, yes, I really didn't know what it would feel like to have sex with a man like Ah Feng.

Thinking of this, my husband brought me to orgasm, an orgasm unlike any other! So exciting, so stimulating, so enjoyable.

Later, whenever my husband wanted to be passionate with me, I would sometimes ask him to say something similar. Sometimes he would say, "No, that's all."

"Hmm, I want you to say it..." I would ask him.

He always satisfied me, pampered me, and told me strange and wonderful stories to stimulate my sexual desire. We were a very happy family.

That autumn, Afeng played chess with me at my house, and I went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, my husband came in and said, "It's late, he's letting Afeng stay at our house."

After getting into bed, my husband removed my thin silk nightgown and used his magical hands to caress my breasts, arousing me.

Whether it was my husband's mischief or something else, I noticed a small crack in the door that wasn't closed properly. He stopped and whispered to me, "I wonder if Afeng is asleep?" How would I know?

If Afeng were to hold you and make love to you right now, what would it feel like? I don't know.

"If the two of us were to have sex with you, one of us giving you oral sex and licking your genitals, and the other suckling your breasts, would that be enjoyable?" "I don't know..." I said, feigning coquettishness.

To be honest, at that moment, I was thinking that it would be great if he actually entered me.

Being touched by my husband, and with those teasing words, I was already very excited. I pulled my husband up; I really couldn't take it anymore.

When I was enjoying myself, my moans were very loud, a kind of seemingly melancholic yet extremely pleasurable sound, like the purring of an old cat courting. I knew it was very infectious, an irresistible infectiousness, an infectiousness that could drive a man crazy. I don't know if I was deliberately letting Ah Feng hear me, or if it was because I was particularly excited, but I moaned, moaning as if no one else was around.

With a woman's intuition, I sensed a faint sound outside the room. It must be Ah Feng peeping at us making love (because we had the bedside lamp on).

Actually, I'd been wondering for a while: would Ah Feng come to watch? I really wanted him to.

Some say many people have an exhibitionist streak, especially women.

When I thought about Ah Feng watching me make love, a strange excitement and impulse washed over me again. That night, my passion with my husband was more enjoyable than ever before—an indescribable pleasure.

After my husband finished, I lay there, completely exhausted.

After a while, my husband nudged me: "...Want to do it with him?" "My husband asked very seriously.

I hadn't thought about it. I really hadn't thought about it. If I had, it was only during sex with my husband that I had a momentary impulse.

Think about it, if you want to, then let's do it once. Just say I'm asleep.

I know this is my husband's way of showing affection; he often spoils me. I didn't say anything.

Or...?" I still didn't say anything, just hugged my husband tighter and kissed him deeply.

I touched his penis, and it got hard again. I whispered to him, "Do you want to do it again? I'll wait for you to come back," he whispered.

He sensed me... My whole body seemed to be trembling, I didn't know if it was excitement or agitation, I hugged and kissed him.

He sensed that I was moved.

Yes, really... I was moved, but I felt like I was letting my husband down.

He gently pushed me again: "Go ahead."

"Aren't you angry?" I asked softly.

"It's okay~ go ahead."

He brought me a nightgown and helped me put it on, then gently pushed me off the bed.

I went to the living room, and by the light from the window, I saw that Ah Feng's bedroom door wasn't closed properly. I felt hot all over. I quietly went in and stood in front of his bed. He was pretending to be asleep, one hand outside. I pulled his hand and asked: "Are you cold?" "Huh?" He grabbed me and whispered, "Where is he?" "Asleep, he's fast asleep."

I played the role of someone cheating on their husband. Ah Feng dragged me to the bed, and in a sudden, intense frenzy, without warning, I was just a little chick under an eagle's claws. Somehow, he quickly stripped me naked from my pajamas (I wasn't wearing underwear or a bra), showering me with passionate kisses. My body trembled. He grabbed my breasts, roughly kneading them; to be honest, it hurt a little. He sucked on my nipples with his big mouth.

Suddenly, he switched to 69, licking my clitoris... I felt a lot of fluid flowing out of my vagina. I didn't know if it was my love juice or the semen left by my husband. Anyway, I felt a flow of fluid from my vaginal opening.

Yes, his beard was sliding all over my body. Was it itchy? Were tiny insects biting? I couldn't say. It was more excitement, an itch deep in my heart, especially when he sucked on my clitoris. I was so focused on the itch. I grabbed his penis, as big, long, and hard as my husband's. It had more and thicker hair than my husband's.

I sucked and licked his glans hard . He couldn't take it anymore, and started making soft moans. He put his mouth on my vaginal opening, as if his entire tongue was inside. He grabbed my thighs and stood on the bed. In that instant, I felt like I was flying, like he was going to tear me apart, to devour me whole. I went crazy, I went mad. I kept screaming, "I want it! Put it in!"... I anticipated, I craved. He was still pressing his lips against my clitoris, sucking on it, completely ignoring me. I screamed again, "I want it... I..." He grabbed my legs, making me head down, in a standing 69 position. My clitoris... I gripped the bed tightly, unable to move. Blood rushed to my head, throbbing in waves. I screamed again: "No, I can't take it anymore, I want it!"

My voice was like a sob.

He finally put me back on the bed. I pounded on him with my hands, but he ignored me completely. With his long, black spear, he thrust straight into my core, as fiercely and violently as a dragon playing in the water, trying to pierce through the hole. I screamed wildly, sweat pouring down my body. He was slick against my chest. He cried out too. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I reached my climax, feeling his semen gushing against my uterine wall, washing over me again and again. My uterus contracted in waves, sucking on his glans like a baby nursing, clinging tightly. He let out a soft moan and held me tightly... I sucked like that four or five times, then he released his grip and collapsed into my arms.

Perhaps it's because I've loved dancing since childhood and in university, but I'm in particularly good physical condition.

Whenever I'm deeply aroused, my uterus contracts in waves, like a baby nursing. I held onto his glans tightly, just like before. My husband often praised me, saying that the moment I sucked his glans with my uterus was the most enjoyable for him.

Ah Feng ejaculated inside me, and I felt a gush of semen flow out, so much of it.

A warm, blissful feeling washed over me.

Then, I remembered my husband was still in the other room. I grabbed my nightgown and ran out of Ah Feng's room. I

went into our bedroom and saw my husband leaning against the headboard.

When he saw me come in, he reached out to hug me.

I immediately threw myself into his arms.

He held me and whispered, "Was it good?" "Mmm."

He was naked, and his little brother was hard.

"Aren't you asleep?" I asked. "No,"

he replied.

"Did you hear me?" I asked again. "

I sneaked to your door, and I not only heard you, but I saw you too," he said. " Are

you angry?" I asked.

"No, it was my choice to give it to you.

" "Aren't you jealous?" "It was my choice to give it to you, I'm not jealous." "

Do you still love me?" "Yes, my silly little one."

I lay in his arms, hugging him tightly, and burst into tears, crying so hard.

He was at a loss, constantly comforting me.

The more he comforted me, the more heartbroken I cried, sobbing incessantly, like a child who had been wronged outside and cried bitterly in his mother's arms.

He kept asking me, "Did he bully you? If you didn't want it, you should have told me."

I knew I owed him. Everything I had belonged to him from now on, including every single cell in my body. After

I had cried enough, I kissed him. I reached down and touched his genitals; his penis had gone limp from crying, so I grabbed it and started playing with it until it immediately became hard.

I asked him, "Why are you so good to me?" He finally understood why I had cried. "

Baby, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to give myself to you.

Did you enjoy it?" He had heard and seen everything, yet he still asked the same question.

I said sweetly, "It felt so good."

He then asked if it was big and long, and if my uterus had sucked on his glans. I said it had sucked five times, and he started to get excited, and I started to get excited too. We began our battle of man and woman again, and I kept shouting loudly.

When I entered, our door wasn't ajar. I called out a few times and saw Ah Feng standing in the doorway. I whispered to my husband, "He's watching from the doorway."

Knowing someone was watching me make love excited me, and I quickly reached orgasm. My husband did a great job. I thought to myself, "While he's ejaculating, my uterus needs at least six sucks." I gave Ah Feng five sucks; I had to make him feel incredibly good.

I was completely exhausted, lying paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, letting the semen slowly flow out...

After resting for a while, my husband got up and used a hot towel to clean me up.

Recalling past pain is painful, but recalling past happiness often immerses me in bliss, and sometimes I can't help but want to tell someone about it.

I once told my female classmates that it would be impossible to describe it in such detail.

I wanted to write it online, but I was afraid people would say it was fabricated, that it was fake.

I was also afraid of attracting a lot of criticism—calling him a slut, a bad woman, a whore, and so on. I'm especially afraid of people criticizing my husband. No matter what others think of him, in my heart, he is the best person in the world.

He is my good husband, and I will do whatever he asks me to do from now on.

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