It all started with a threesome.

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My exposure to erotic literature began with my husband's influence. I read many articles describing threesomes, and I never imagined it would later happen to my husband and me.
I'm 27 this year, and my husband is 29. We've been married for two years. My feelings about sex with my husband are definite and real. We spend a lot of time on foreplay to maximize our enjoyment during sex. For example, watching AVs, seeing how others portray it, and buying different toys and lingerie are basic things.
I don't know if my husband is too obsessed with wife-swapping articles, but he's started to fantasize about me having sex with another man. When I asked him why, he said that watching the person he loves experience multiple pleasures makes him happy and excited.
Women are generally more passive in this area. At the time, I felt that sex shouldn't be discussed openly, and certain sexual interests that violated moral values were taboo. Therefore, my attitude towards threesomes was, first and foremost, unacceptable.
Before we had any real experience, my husband, in an effort to "teach" me about sex, constantly created a threesome atmosphere with me. He would buy me toys and make me kneel in front of him, playing with them while giving him oral sex.
He also frequently asked me to watch threesome videos with him, to pay attention to how the female protagonists enjoyed different sexual experiences, saying that they could be treated by different men and experience different ways of male sex. He claimed that if one man couldn't do a certain sexual position, two men could, and that it could satisfy a woman.
I remember my first time was on my husband and my second wedding anniversary, and we were enjoying a five-day, four-night vacation in Thailand. On that trip, as usual, I prepared my sexy black lace nightgown and brought my favorite toys. On our anniversary night, we returned to the hotel early. I changed into my underwear and put on a beaded necklace in the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom dressed like this, I was shocked to find another strange man sitting on the sofa besides my husband. At that moment, I felt utterly ashamed. Because my black lace bra only provided support without any lace covering my breasts; and the small piece of fabric on my lower body was practically nothing at all…
Husband: “Why aren’t you coming over? What’s there to be shy about? I often say I want to find another man to make you feel good, and now I’m fulfilling my promise. I want you to enjoy yourself more than ever before. Your body tells me that one man isn’t enough to satisfy you… If you’re shy, I’ll liven things up!”
So, I went to my husband’s side. He held my hand tightly. At that moment, I felt safer. My gaze remained fixed on my husband’s eyes, refusing to look at the other man’s face.
Husband: "Honey, I'm with you. Don't worry, I won't abandon you. But you need to follow your own instincts and not resist. If you're still nervous, why not blindfold yourself?"
Then, my husband blindfolded me... At that moment, I felt like a helpless child, letting him do as he pleased. He pulled me onto the bed, and I lay down. He pulled down my panties and spread my legs...
I didn't know whose tongue was inside my wet vagina, and the tip of the tongue began to swirl between my labia. I started to relax, every pore on my skin stood on end, but my mind was still wondering, who was making me feel good?
Just as I was filled with questions, suddenly something hard pushed open my lips. I felt that round, hard pillar—it was none other than my familiar husband. When I realized it was my husband, I also knew that someone else was pleasing me down there, and I became even more enthusiastic in my husband's sucking.
However, that double pleasure was fleeting. My husband was nowhere to be found, and I felt lost and empty. But then, my lower body was being penetrated by another large object instead of a tongue, a sensation unlike anything my husband had ever given me—a new feeling. I slowly went from soft moans to loud moans and laughter, keeping pace with his rapid rhythm…
At that moment, I had forgotten my experiences with my husband. Now, I was simply acting on instinct, indulging in such intense desire towards a stranger, feeling both ashamed and excited. I was behaving this way in front of a man I deeply loved; I didn't know if it was right or wrong…
I was heartbroken, but why did my lower body leak a slippery fluid down to my thighs when I was heartbroken? I didn't know… I wondered how my husband felt? Did he no longer love me? But while I was still worrying about whether my husband still loved me, I had already climaxed.
The feeling of my first threesome was exhilarating. During the process, I didn't resist much; in fact, even in front of a stranger, my juices continued to flow, and I couldn't control my moans. I felt like I was enjoying it. As for my husband, he kept staring at my vaginal opening, from which another man's semen was flowing. His reaction was anger, but the angrier he became, the more excited he became. What to do?
The stranger finally left, and I felt that the foreplay was over. Why foreplay? Because the fire in my husband and me was about to explode. What had just happened was a visual enjoyment for my husband, and a real sexual experience for me. However, the definition of "true love" began to be redefined from that moment on. Conflict and tension filled the space between us. If we couldn't overcome this hurdle, it would lead to different outcomes.
Husband: "Were you enjoying it just now?"
Me: "Mmm..."
My husband repeated loudly and earnestly, word by word: "Were you enjoying it just now?"
I said softly: "Yes."
My husband commanded me: "Then you should repeat how you enjoyed yourself with someone else to me!"
At that moment, I could only obey and listen to his command... He lay on the bed, and I gently pressed my breasts against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his skin in circles, while I felt something hard touching my lower body. My labia were like a hunter hunting its prey. However, the hunter didn't immediately enjoy his prey. He played with it... Her labia only clung to the tip of the clitoris, sucking and drawing out some moisture. The constant in-and-out movements made him even more impatient, his mood increasingly volatile and dissatisfied.
My husband asked me, "Is this how you seduce others? Trying to make them unable to resist fucking you to death?" Before he finished speaking, he thrust into me forcefully.
That night, he entered me again and again, wanting to possess me entirely—my heart, my body, everything—nothing else could separate us. I experienced pleasure again and again.
Afterwards, my husband told me that a threesome was a true man's medium, giving us another way to do foreplay. Next time, he wanted me to look at him while having sex with another man, saying he wanted to appreciate my expression during sex.
Sex is one way to express love, and there's countless information online about sexual techniques. However, what truly captivates is the cooperation between two people, the satisfaction of the other, and one's own personal desires. Two people can enjoy themselves together, expressing the reasons for their love for each other.
Sex where only one party is satisfied lacks quality; it merely expresses sexual desire. Therefore, one-night stands and casual encounters offer the advantages of no responsibility and broadened horizons, but the memorable experiences are minimal. In contrast, my husband and I experienced many emotional highs and lows together during our threesomes—jealousy, anger—but our relationship deepened and we understood and loved each other more deeply through this medium.
Since we started threesomes, my mindset has constantly changed, as have my methods of lovemaking with my husband. The scenes he enjoys can appear before him, arousing his sexual excitement; and by demonstrating my own sexuality to him, I express my desires and quantify my experience—enjoying the sexual techniques of two men—my feelings must have been incredibly aroused.
However, my mental and emotional state is more exciting than any quantifiable enjoyment. It's because of the deep, unrestricted space of thought, the absence of critical judgment, yet the pleasure derived from the contradictory tension of engaging in what might be considered immoral behavior within a morally regulated environment. Most importantly, the person I'm referring to is my husband.
However, as the number of threesomes increased, the excitement didn't occur every time. A couple of times, dessert made me feel like a princess, giving me a burst of energy, but constantly indulging in this kind of thing felt like losing the meaning of a threesome.
My husband has always been involved in arranging our sexual encounters; he's happy to see me conquered by another man, thus providing enjoyment for both of us. Although this time was also arranged by my husband, it was different. He arranged a date with a stranger named Feng, a business acquaintance of his.
After work in the evening, Feng picked me up from my workplace. I received different treatment than usual; he placed a bunch of lilies and purple roses in the car—a way for a man to express his sincerity to a woman, which I gladly accepted.
We chose a quiet restaurant for dinner, and through conversation, we got to know each other. Or, when with a stranger of the opposite sex, one more or less intentionally presents their best side and expresses their subjective feelings. Furthermore, I proactively suggested our sexual arrangements after dinner.
Feng is a man of few words, and it's not easy for him to express his sexual preferences. Under the influence of alcohol, we became more relaxed, and I drew him into his inner world. It turned out that although he knew my husband was currently in charge of the game, he also revealed his personal style.
The simplest way to express how to please a woman is to demonstrate his abilities, thereby allowing her to enjoy the process. He didn't care about accessories like necklaces or earrings, or sexy lingerie. Perhaps everyone has their own thoughts, and after hearing his words, I didn't deliberately respond. At least when two people are together, talking is a form of communication.
Being influenced by women's social needs and tending to be reserved, and having grown up in an all-girls school, I'm not very good at interacting with men. In my eyes, when men talk to me, I have a misconception that they have ulterior motives for starting conversations. This outwardly arrogant but actually awkward performance has caused me to miss many opportunities to spend time with friends. But tonight, more about seeking my own pleasure than performing my social skills, I made a teasing remark: "I hope I'll know what you like tonight."
After paying the bill, Feng led me towards the hotel elevators. We skipped the check-in counter and went straight to our room; everything was pre-arranged.
Looking out the window at the streetlights, the colors felt warm and unreal; but up close, the silvery streetlights illuminating the shipping containers seemed cold and real. This stark contrast made me want to escape, and surrendering myself to this man seemed like the only option.
Feng wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. I had come prepared; I had a set of sexy red lingerie and a thick gold necklace in my bag. I asked him how he wanted me to dress, and his answer was as I expected: "Simple." With
nothing else on me, just a large white towel wrapped around my body, I lay on the bed watching the street scene, waiting for Feng to come out.
Feng kissed my entire body, from my lips, ears, and neck down to my breasts. He squeezed them together, creating a cleavage, and kneaded them with his hands. Then he took turns sucking on my nipples, and soft moans filled the room.
I changed positions, lying face down on the bed with my head facing the window and my buttocks slightly raised—a suggestive gesture. But Feng didn't penetrate me; instead, he offered gentle caresses with his tongue, and my comfortable moans were mixed with rapid breathing…
Just then, the phone rang. It was my husband calling. I ran to the bathroom to answer, said I was okay, and then left the phone unconnected for my husband to listen on the other end. My ecstatic moans were a performance for both men to know how much I enjoyed it.
The encounter proceeded as a typical, simple sexual act, nothing out of the ordinary, but I was very satisfied.
After that, my husband and I rarely had threesomes anymore, only once or twice occasionally, because the initial excitement didn't elevate to a quality sexual experience. Now, with my husband's consent, Feng and I have developed a sexual relationship.
My husband rarely interferes in my dates with Feng anymore. Feng and I spend time together like lovers, going shopping, watching movies, etc. He is very considerate and caring towards me, almost like a boyfriend, but in my husband's eyes, he observes coldly, while his desire is building.
Unlike my husband's elaborate demands, this simple date with Feng, followed by sex, makes me feel like I am his girlfriend. However, I never forget the sexual experience, because I tell my husband about the things Feng and I did, and I demonstrate them to him. He is jealous of my engagement. My relationship with Feng
is no longer just about what happens in the bedroom, but like that of a couple, and in the bedroom, I get the comfort that women crave from men.
Talking to my husband about another man... he must be incredibly excited, and I must be getting a lot of enjoyment from him.
In my heart, I can receive the love and care of two men, a feeling that I believe few other women can experience.
My exposure to erotic literature began with my husband's influence. I read many articles describing threesomes, and I never imagined it would later happen to my husband and me.
I'm 27 this year, and my husband is 29. We've been married for two years. My feelings about sex with my husband are definite and real. We spend a lot of time on foreplay to maximize our enjoyment during sex. For example, watching AVs, seeing how others portray it, and buying different toys and lingerie are basic things.
I don't know if my husband is too obsessed with wife-swapping articles, but he's started to fantasize about me having sex with another man. When I asked him why, he said that watching the person he loves experience multiple pleasures makes him happy and excited.
Women are generally more passive in this area. At the time, I felt that sex shouldn't be discussed openly, and certain sexual interests that violated moral values were taboo. Therefore, my attitude towards threesomes was, first and foremost, unacceptable.
Before we had any real experience, my husband, in an effort to "teach" me about sex, constantly created a threesome atmosphere with me. He would buy me toys and make me kneel in front of him, playing with them while giving him oral sex.
He also frequently asked me to watch threesome videos with him, to pay attention to how the female protagonists enjoyed different sexual experiences, saying that they could be treated by different men and experience different ways of male sex. He claimed that if one man couldn't do a certain sexual position, two men could, and that it could satisfy a woman.
I remember my first time was on my husband and my second wedding anniversary, and we were enjoying a five-day, four-night vacation in Thailand. On that trip, as usual, I prepared my sexy black lace nightgown and brought my favorite toys. On our anniversary night, we returned to the hotel early. I changed into my underwear and put on a beaded necklace in the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom dressed like this, I was shocked to find another strange man sitting on the sofa besides my husband. At that moment, I felt utterly ashamed. Because my black lace bra only provided support without any lace covering my breasts; and the small piece of fabric underneath was practically nothing at all…
Husband: “Why aren’t you coming over? What’s there to be shy about? I often say I want to find another man to make you feel good, and now I’m fulfilling my promise. I want you to enjoy yourself more than ever before. Your body tells me that one man isn’t enough to satisfy you… If you’re shy, let me liven things up!”
So, I went to my husband’s side. He held my hand tightly, and at that moment, I felt safer. My gaze remained fixed on my husband’s, refusing to look at another man’s face.
Husband: “Honey, I’m with you. Don’t worry, I won’t abandon you, but you should follow your own instincts and not resist. If you’re still nervous, why don’t you blindfold yourself with a scarf?”
Then, my husband blindfolded me… In that moment, I felt like a helpless child, completely at his mercy. He pulled me onto the bed, and I lay there. He pulled down my panties and spread my legs…
I didn't know whose tongue was inside my wet lower body, and the tip of the tongue began to swirl between my labia. My body began to relax, every pore on my skin stood on end, but my mind was still wondering, who was making me feel good?
Just as I was filled with questions, suddenly something hard pushed open my lips in my mouth. I felt that round, hard pillar—it was none other than my familiar husband. When I confirmed it was my husband, I immediately knew that someone else was pleasing me down there, and I became even more enthusiastic in sucking on my husband.
However, that double pleasure was short-lived. My husband was nowhere to be found, and I felt lost and empty. But the feeling of my lower body being penetrated by another large object instead of a tongue was very special, unlike anything my husband had always given me; it was a new sensation. I slowly transitioned from soft moans to loud moans and laughter, keeping pace with his rapid rhythm…
At that moment, I had forgotten my experience with my husband. Now, I was simply acting on instinct, indulging in such intense desire towards a stranger, feeling both ashamed and excited. I was behaving this way in front of a man I deeply loved; I didn't know if it was right or wrong…
I was heartbroken, but why did my lower body leak a slippery fluid down to my thighs when I was heartbroken? I didn't know… I wondered how my husband felt? Did he no longer love me? But while I was still worrying about whether my husband still loved me, I had already orgasmed.
The feeling of my first threesome was exhilarating. During the process, I didn't resist much; in fact, even in front of a stranger, my juices continued to flow, and I couldn't control my moans. I felt I was enjoying it. As for my husband, he kept staring at my vaginal opening, from which another man's semen was flowing. His reaction was anger, but the angrier he became, the more excited he became. What did that mean?
The stranger finally left, and I felt the foreplay was complete. Why foreplay? Because the fire in my husband and I was about to explode. What had just happened was a visual treat for him, and a real sexual experience for me. However, the definition of "true love" was redefined from that moment on. Conflict and tension filled our relationship. If we couldn't overcome this hurdle, it would lead to different outcomes.
Husband: "Were you enjoying it just now?"
Me: "Mmm..."
Husband loudly and earnestly repeated, word by word: "Were you enjoying it just now?"
I softly said: "Yes."
Husband commanded me: "Then you should repeat how you enjoyed yourself with someone else for me!"
At that moment, I could only obey and follow his command... He lay on the bed, and I gently pressed my breasts against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his skin in circles. I could feel something hard touching my lower body, my labia like a hunter hunting its prey. But the hunter didn't immediately enjoy his prey; he played with it... My labia only sucked on the tip of the ball, producing some moisture. The entry and exit of the entrance made him even more anxious, and his mood became even more irritable and dissatisfied.
My husband asked me, "Is this how you seduce others? Do you want them to be unable to resist and fuck you to death?" Before he finished speaking, he thrust into me hard.
That night, he entered me again and again, wanting to possess me entirely—my heart, my body, everything—nothing else could separate us. I experienced pleasure time and time again.
Afterwards, my husband told me that a threesome is a real man's medium, giving us another way to do foreplay. Next time, he wanted me to look at him while having sex with another man, saying he wanted to appreciate my expression during sex.
Sex is one way to express love, and there's countless information online about sexual techniques. However, what truly captivates is the cooperation between two people, the other's satisfaction, and one's own personal desire. Two people can enjoy themselves together, better expressing the reasons for loving each other. Sex where
only one party is satisfied lacks quality; it only expresses sexual desire. Therefore, one-night stands and casual encounters have the advantage of no responsibility and broadened horizons, but only a small amount leaves a lasting impression. During my threesomes with my husband, we experienced many emotional highs and lows together—jealousy, anger—but our relationship deepened and we understood and loved each other more deeply through this medium.
Since the threesomes began, my mindset and the way I made love with my husband have constantly changed. The scenes he enjoys can appear before him, arousing his sexual excitement; and I, by showing him my sexuality, express my desires and quantify myself—enjoying the sexual techniques of two men—must feel incredibly aroused.
However, my mental state is even more exciting than the quantifiable enjoyment. It's the deep, unrestricted mental space, the absence of critical judgment, yet the pleasure derived from the tension of engaging in what might be considered immoral behavior within a morally regulated environment. Most importantly, the person I'm with is my husband.
But as the threesomes became more frequent, the excitement wasn't constant. A couple of times with dessert made me feel like a princess, giving me a burst of energy, but prolonged exposure to this made it feel like the threesome had lost its meaning.
My husband has always been involved in arranging our sexual encounters. He's happy to see me conquered by another man, and that we both enjoy it. This time was different, though. He arranged a date with a stranger named Feng, a business acquaintance of his.
After work in the evening, Feng picked me up from my workplace. I received a different treatment than usual; he placed a bunch of lilies and purple roses in his car—a way for a man to express his sincerity to a woman, which I gladly accepted.
We chose a quiet restaurant for dinner, and through conversation, we got to know each other. Being with a stranger of the opposite sex, one is more or less inclined to present their best side and express their subjective feelings. I also took the initiative to suggest what to do sexually after dinner.
Feng is a man of few words, and it's not easy for him to express his sexual preferences. Under the influence of alcohol, we spoke more freely, and I brought out my husband's inner world. It turned out that although he knew my husband was in charge of the current activities, he also revealed his own personal style.
The simplest way to express how to please a woman is to showcase your abilities, allowing her to enjoy the process. He didn't care about accessories like necklaces or earrings, or sexy lingerie. Perhaps everyone has their own thoughts, and after hearing his words, I didn't deliberately respond; at least when two people are together, talking is a form of communication. Being influenced by
women's social needs, I tend to be more reserved in my performances, and having grown up in an all-girls school, I'm not very good at interacting with men. In my eyes, when men talk to me, I have a misconception that they have ulterior motives for starting conversations. This outwardly arrogant but actually awkward performance has caused me to miss many opportunities to spend time with friends. But tonight, I seemed more interested in finding my own pleasure than performing a social act, so I said something teasing: "I hope I can find out what you like tonight."
After paying the bill, Feng led me towards the hotel elevators. We skipped the check-in counter and went directly to our room; everything was pre-arranged.
Looking out the window from inside the room, the lights of the night street seemed warm and unreal; but up close, the silvery streetlights illuminating the shipping containers presented a stark contrast of coldness and reality. This stark contrast made me want to escape, and surrendering myself to this man seemed like the only option.
Feng wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed deeply. I had come prepared; I had a set of sexy red lingerie and a thick gold necklace in my bag. I asked him how he wanted me to dress, and his answer was as I expected: "Simple."
After showering, with nothing on me except a large white bath towel wrapped around me, I lay on the bed watching the street scene, waiting for Feng to come out.
Feng kissed my entire body, from my lips, ears, and neck down to my breasts. He squeezed my breasts together, forming a cleavage, and kneaded them with his hands, then took turns sucking on my nipples
with his lips, soft moans filling the room. I turned to another position, lying face down on the bed, my head facing the window, my buttocks slightly raised—a suggestive gesture. But Feng didn't penetrate me; instead, he offered gentle caresses with his tongue, my comfortable moans mingling with rapid breathing…
Just then, the phone rang. It was my husband calling. I ran to the bathroom to answer, said I was okay, and then left the phone, still plugged in, for my husband to listen on the other end. My ecstatic moans were a performance for both men to know how much I enjoyed it.
The matter was resolved as in a simple sexual encounter, nothing out of the ordinary, but I was very satisfied.
In the years that followed, my husband and I rarely had threesomes anymore, only once or twice occasionally. The excitement of those one encounters never escalated into a meaningful sexual experience. Now, with my husband's consent, I've developed a relationship with Feng, a couple who are attracted to each other.
My husband rarely participates in my dates with Feng anymore. Feng and I spend our time together like lovers, going shopping, watching movies, etc. He's very considerate and caring, almost like a boyfriend, but in my husband's eyes, he's indifferent, while his desire is building.
Unlike my husband's elaborate requests, this simple date with Feng, followed by sex, makes me feel like his girlfriend. However, I never forget the sexual experience, because I tell my husband about the things Feng and I did, and I demonstrate them to him. He's jealous of my engagement.
My relationship with Feng is no longer just about sex in the bedroom; it's like a romantic relationship. And in the bedroom, I get the pleasure a woman craves from a man.
Talking to my husband about another man... he must be incredibly excited, and I know I get a lot of enjoyment from him.
In my heart, I am able to receive the love and care of two men, a feeling that I believe other women may not be able to experience.

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