The sexual happiness I want

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I'm a newbie and I don't know if this has been posted before, so I'll post it here for you to see
? My Desire for Sexual Happiness (Part 1)
I am just an ordinary little woman, an easily satisfied little woman, living a simple life. I believe that love is everything, and I am still grateful. In a world where my husband loves me dearly, I enjoy life to the fullest. I have reaped all the sexual happiness I desire, which transforms into beautiful bubbles, infinitely charming!
A few months ago, I stayed by the side of a friend who had recently broken up with her boyfriend, silently keeping her company. I haven't experienced true heartbreak, so I can't understand the despair she felt after her breakup, indulging in casual sex with men. All I knew was that anything I said at that moment would only hurt her, because while she was in pain, I was having what she craved. Women are easily insecure, and women are even more prone to pride, because women are vain! She always asked me, "Are we proving love with our bodies, or proving our bodies with love?" This was a very complicated question for me, and I could only answer her, "As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter who's proving whom!"
Her name is Yunyun, two years younger than me. I've known her for almost two years. She's beautiful but proud; perhaps beautiful girls are all proud. Back then, she said she wanted to have several relationships while she was young. At that time, I blankly said I just wanted to find a stable place to settle down while I was young. I met my husband and found happiness, but Yunyun's life became dissolute because of the departure of her first man. Back then, she always said disdainfully, "Love is proven with the body." Looking at her, I felt heartbroken and wanted to cry.
She often told me how many men were infatuated with her, how much she enjoyed that vanity and that thrilling pleasure. She recklessly took but forgot that she was also giving. To many men, this woman was just a plaything, and I knew even my husband was tempted by her beautiful face and voluptuous figure.
People are like that; they want to possess anything that doesn't belong to them.
Although my husband had never mentioned it, I was aware of his feelings, and I felt somewhat guilty for letting me enjoy sexual pleasure. But she was a friend, and at this time, any thoughts I had would seem like taking advantage of her, even though Yunyun had long viewed sex as a game. It wasn't until I saw many members' stories during my time working in a white-collar job that I gradually gained the courage to try and do something for my husband.
When we returned from our vacation in September, I told my husband my thoughts, and I saw a mixture of surprise and doubt on his face. I knew it was a risk, because Yunyun was a friend, and I knew the satisfaction a woman craving love would feel if she could conquer her best friend's husband—women are vain! Yunyun had said more than once that I was lucky, and her eyes were always full of envy when she mentioned my husband. Although it was a risk, I also knew there was a high probability she would be willing to be sexy with him.
My husband, of course, didn't object to my idea. He just kept telling me that if I felt even slightly uncomfortable, I shouldn't suppress it, because he was always worried I would get hurt. In the following days, I started frequently inviting Yunyun to my house for meals. She always loved my cooking, saying it tasted like home. She said she wished she could move in with me. I started to feel suspicious, and seeing my husband chatting happily with her added a sour feeling that made me feel depressed. I began to hesitate. Could I really watch the man I deeply loved caress another woman and be crazy about another woman's body?
Two months passed. I had no heart for taking photos or posting on social media. I still remember the torment I endured during those two months, but no one knew, not even my husband. Until the middle of this month, I was still hesitant and didn't say anything to Yunyun. On November 18th, my husband went to Hong Kong, and I called Yunyun to come over and keep me company. She slept with me that night. Women often talk about sex more openly than men. We lay in bed and started talking about men. She kept talking about her exciting sexual experiences. Later, she started asking me about my husband and me. When I told her that my husband often made me urinate uncontrollably, she seemed very excited and asked me what it felt like. I told her, "I wanted to die at that moment."
She said, almost to herself, "I've never felt that way when I orgasm." There was a hint of envy in her voice. Then she laughed and asked me, "Do you have porn on your computer?"
"Yes, a lot," I replied, a little embarrassed. "My husband downloaded them, but it feels weird that I've never watched them with a girl." She laughed again: "What's so strange about it? Just watch, since we can't sleep anyway. Let's see what kind of movies your husband usually watches." I turned on the computer and randomly clicked on a movie. It was a Japanese adult film with no plot; it always started like that. We watched it while gossiping about which woman had pretty breasts, and kept fast-forwarding until we finished it. I thought it wasn't good and decided to turn it off. But she insisted on clicking on another one. I clicked on another one that was censored and had Chinese subtitles. Judging from the dialogue, it was a South Korean film. Some scenes didn't start with sex.
Later, when the two beautiful female protagonists started touching each other, I actually felt a little embarrassed. I don't know when, but Yunyun and I stopped talking. She didn't say anything, and I felt even more embarrassed. My mind was a mess. It was the first time I'd watched a movie like this alone with a girl. I didn't know whether to turn it off or continue watching in this awkwardness.
I asked her softly, "Do you still want to watch? Let's turn it off, it's a bit weird."
"Look, look, these two women are very pretty," she said.
She continued, "Do you find it disgusting?"
"It's okay. I think it's quite beautiful when girls are together, but I find it disgusting when it comes to boys," I replied.
"Let me ask you, what if—I mean, what if—you were to try it, would you dare?" Her tone seemed a little serious.
"............" I didn't know how to answer her.
In the movie, a girl was slowly licking another girl's nipple with her tongue, and the weak moans made me feel an indescribable shyness. My God, I actually felt something while watching porn with a female friend. This feeling was different from any of the men I had been with before. It wasn't an eager demand or desire, but rather like being touched in a sensitive spot, becoming incredibly soft yet too ashamed to speak of it. I subconsciously squeezed my legs together.
"Can I hug you?" Yunyun said.
Without waiting for my reply, she hugged me from behind. I felt her body was very hot. I didn't speak, my heart was pounding faster and faster, I felt dizzy, and I started to feel disoriented. What was I doing? What would happen next? The moans of girls from movies kept echoing in my ears, and I clearly felt my body beginning to crave something. But what was I craving? I felt Yunyun move her arms away from my chest, and she gently stroked my back. Her hands were so soft, her fingertips gliding across my skin as softly as the wind, completely different from a man's hand. What was wrong with me? I seemed to be somewhat intoxicated, but a feeling of shame kept haunting me. Yes, it was the feeling of shame. I started to come to my senses, and I remembered what my initial purpose was.
I turned and grabbed her hand, mustering my courage and trying to appear calm, saying, "What are you doing? Testing me, or do you really want it that much? If you're really that thirsty, I'll lend you my husband."
She pulled her hand away and said dismissively, "If you want, sure, but I need you here too."
She looked serious, not like she was arguing with me, so I quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Okay, I'll bet you. You don't have to leave tomorrow; wait for my husband to come back."
"Okay," she replied dismissively.
I turned off the computer, and we remained silent, waiting for my husband to return home the next day...?
I'm not even sure if I was really doing this for my husband or if I had ulterior motives, because I know that if I were watching them being sexy, I wouldn't just be an observer. It wasn't until the next day, after the three of us had our fun, that I realized Yunyun was much more open-minded than I thought. I know that such experiences are common among white-collar workers; many members have experienced similar thrills countless times. But for me, it was so unforgettable; that wonderful feeling is perhaps hard to recapture. Those who haven't had a similar experience may never understand, and might even find it unbelievable. I'm writing this down, and it's still rambling, because every word reflects my real experience. I feel bad if I leave out even a single word.

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