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Two years ago, to be honest, I never even considered the idea of sex. I'd heard others talk about it, but they always spoke of it jokingly. To me, it was simply impossible, and I knew it would never happen to me. I've always considered sex a private matter between husband and wife, and back then, I wouldn't have dared to utter the word "sex."Let me tell you, I don't actually feel ashamed of sex or anything related to sex, and I'm not conservative either. When my husband and I are together, we can try different positions, and we discuss the process afterward. We're not embarrassed at all; in fact, after discussing it, we make it 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 once afraid that my husband would have an affair. Although he's not a door-to-door salesman, he does travel for work once or twice a year. I thought he must have 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. I just told him to be more careful about hygiene. I think most men would do the same if their wives weren't around. So, not long after, he started telling me all about his affairs and the exciting parts. When I heard him recount those erotic scenes, his occasional adventures in brothels, I became excited myself. I wanted him to describe every detail; I wanted to know what the women there were like, what they did, and how my husband reacted to them. Although my husband had many extramarital affairs, I had never. I didn't know if he minded, but in fact, it never happened. When he left me, it wasn't that I didn't want to; frankly, my body desperately needed it. Even so, I forced myself not to seduce any 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 that day and told me he had 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 as a result, they spent two days and two nights partying together. He described every detail to me, as if he still longed for those two days and two nights of revelry. He even described every action in detail. I felt both incredibly curious and terrified. Then, he revealed that he was going to have sex with someone! In fact, he had already arranged a wild sex party with several other couples. Hearing this, I became even more frightened. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I rejected all his suggestions. I felt betrayed, that he was oppressing me, trying to make me a promiscuous person. I thought to myself, how could I be naked in front of a complete stranger, how could I let him caress me, or even have sex with me? It was simply impossible, something I could never accept! We ended up having a huge fight. But my husband wouldn't let up. He kept trying to persuade me, using every trick in the book, from threats to bribes. In the end, I gave in, reluctantly and fearfully agreeing to go to the party. My first time at the party was filled with fear and dread. I didn't even know how to dress myself. That evening, I had no idea what I wore or how to dress properly before getting into the car. In fact, I didn't know the location of the party. When I arrived, I saw a couple inside, who seemed to be the hosts. They introduced me to the other guests, but my husband already knew them. I noticed they weren't nervous at all; they were completely at ease. They spoke naturally, as if attending a casual gathering of friends. I felt abandoned; even my husband didn't care about me or pay any attention to me. After a while, they seemed to be anticipating new topics and new things, while my mind went blank. Later, I wondered what I would become in a little while. Then, I suddenly thought I should leave quickly. If I didn't stop now, I didn't know what would become of me. But soon 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 leave at this point, 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 go crazy. However, their method of exchange was truly unusual; they started right there in the guest room. This was a scene I had never seen before! Everyone began to undress. It wasn't as terrible as I had imagined, because everyone was undressing, and I felt it would be impolite not to. I followed suit, taking off my clothes until I was completely naked. The room was dimly lit and warm, but I trembled uncontrollably. And everything began in this state of terrified fear! Everyone had taken their positions in the living room and started having sex! I had never imagined such a scene in my life, and I began to watch them with curiosity. I saw two people not far from me, embracing and caressing each other; their actions made my heart pound. My face and body began to burn like fire! I almost forgot I was watching others; I was doing what they were doing. Vaguely, I noticed a man approaching me. He said something to me, but I can't remember what he said. Then his hands reached out to me; it was as if he had a hundred hands and a thousand arms. He touched every part of my body, but I didn't really feel anything. I watched the couples having sex, their passionate movements, and I couldn't help but feel aroused. His hands only made me hotter! Yes, I must have had some reaction, because I found myself unknowingly sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued to caress my breasts and my thighs. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sexual arousal than before. I stopped watching others' actions and focused on my own. I ignored my partner's appearance and his name; I knew he was a man, a man with a very developed genital system. I let him enter me, feeling his penis, thick and hot, penetrating deep into my vagina. At that moment, I happened to see my husband. He was naked and tightly embracing another woman, a beautiful woman I didn't recognize. She was straddling my husband, her legs spread, twisting and writhing. I guessed my husband's penis was inside her, and both of them looked extremely satisfied, practically in ecstasy! I felt like I was in heaven too. I began to drift into a dazed state. I hugged the man tightly, mimicking the woman in my husband's arms, desperately rubbing and stroking his penis with my vagina. After a while, the man picked me up and placed 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 places 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 weakly on the floor, closed my eyes, and recalled the pleasure of having sex with the man. I couldn't believe that what I had been so afraid of was now reliving. I was no longer afraid; I 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 great exchange. I had sex with several other men in the living room several times. I was no longer passive or unwilling. I didn't know my husband was with several women; I no longer paid attention to him. I focused on my own enjoyment. I remember that night, besides the two-person cooperation, there were other more complex games. I also vaguely remember even having sex with three men. Normally, I would have thought they were gang-raping me, but at that time 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, you'll definitely feel unsatisfied when you get home and want to do it again with your spouse, but I didn't. I felt completely weak, and I fell asleep in less than five minutes. I seemed to have a wet dream, and I slept for thirteen hours straight. When I woke up, I felt great, more energetic than ever before.Like a sweet dream, I slept for thirteen hours straight. When I woke up, I felt great, more energetic than ever before.Like a sweet dream, I slept for thirteen hours straight. When I woke up, I felt great, more energetic than ever before.

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