Enjoy the vacation and men

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Husband: "Wife, 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 not blindfold yourself?" Then, my husband blindfolded me… In that moment, I felt like a helpless child, letting him do as he pleased. 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 vagina, and the tip of the tongue began to swirl between my labia. I began to relax, every pore on my skin standing 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 shaft—it was none other than my familiar husband. Once I confirmed it was my husband, I knew someone else was pleasing me, and I became even more eager to suck on him. 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 a large object instead of a tongue, a sensation unlike anything my husband had ever given me; it was a new feeling. I slowly went from soft moans to loud moans and laughter, following 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 with 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; instead, in front of a stranger, as he thrust into me forcefully, 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. How could I resolve this? The stranger finally left, and I felt that the foreplay was over. Why foreplay? Because the fire in my husband's and my heart 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" was 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 loudly and earnestly repeated, word by word: "Were you enjoying it just now?" I softly said: "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 follow his orders... 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 entry and exit of the entrance made him even more impatient, his mood even more irritable and dissatisfied. My husband asked me, "Is this how you seduce others? Do you want to make them unable to resist fucking you to death?" Before he finished speaking, he entered me hard. That night, he entered me again and again, wanting to possess me entirely with his body—my mind, my body, everything, nothing else could separate us. I experienced pleasure again and again. Afterwards, my husband told me that a threesome was 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 when I enjoyed sex. Sex is one way to express love, and there is countless information about sexual techniques online. However, what truly intoxicates people is the cooperation between two people, the satisfaction of the other, and one's own personal desire. Two people can enjoy it together, and it better expresses the reason for loving each other. Sex with only one party satisfied lacks quality; it merely expresses sexual desire. Therefore, one-night stands and casual encounters offer the advantage of no responsibility and broadened horizons, but the memorable experience is minimal. However, 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 the threesomes began, my mindset and our methods of lovemaking have constantly evolved. The scenes he enjoys can appear before him, arousing his sexual excitement; and by demonstrating my sexuality to him, expressing my desires, and even using quantifiable terms to describe myself—enjoying the sexual techniques of two men—my feelings must have been quite exhilarating. However, my mental state was even more exciting than the quantifiable enjoyment. It was a deep, unrestricted intellectual space, free from critical judgment, yet within a morally acceptable framework, engaging in what might be considered immoral behavior. This contradictory tension brought me pleasure. Most importantly, the person I was with was my husband. But as the threesomes became more frequent, the excitement wasn't constant. The occasional dessert made me feel like a princess, giving me a burst of energy, but doing it long-term felt like losing the point 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 mutual enjoyment. 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 get off 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 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. However, under the influence of alcohol, we became more relaxed, and I drew him into my inner world. It turned out that although he knew my husband was currently in charge of the game, he also revealed his personal style. To express how he pleases women, the simplest thing is to demonstrate his abilities, thereby allowing the woman to enjoy the process. He doesn'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. Because of the social pressures women face, I tend to be reserved in my interactions. Furthermore, having grown up in an all-girls school, I'm not very good at interacting with men. I often have the misconception that men have ulterior motives for engaging with me. This outwardly arrogant but actually awkward performance has caused me to miss many opportunities to connect with friends. But tonight, more focused on finding my own pleasure than on putting on a show, I made a playful remark: "I hope I can find out what you like tonight." After paying the bill, Feng led me towards the hotel elevator. We skipped the check-in counter and went straight to our room; everything was pre-arranged. Looking out the window at the night streetlights, the colors felt warm and surreal; but up close, the silvery streetlights reflecting on the shipping containers created 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." Behind me, without any adornment, just a large white 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...]The video, titled "Level 1 Chaos and Erotic Free Video," slid down to my breasts, squeezing them together to form a cleavage. He rubbed them with both hands, then alternately sucked on my nipples with his lips, soft moans filling the room. I changed positions, lying face down on the bed, head towards the window, buttocks slightly raised—a suggestive gesture. However, he didn't penetrate me, but instead offered gentle caresses with his tongue, comfortable moans mingling with rapid breathing… Just then, the phone rang. It was my husband calling. I ran to the bathroom to answer, saying 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 event concluded as a simple sexual encounter, nothing out of the ordinary, but I was very satisfied. Afterward, my husband and I rarely had threesomes, 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 developed a sexual relationship. My husband rarely interfered in my dates with Feng anymore. Feng and I spent our time together like lovers, going shopping, watching movies, etc. He was very considerate and caring towards me, almost like a boyfriend, but in my husband's eyes, he remained indifferent, while his desire was building. I never made any fancy demands like my husband; these simple dates with Feng that led to sex made me feel like I was his girlfriend. However, I never forgot the sexual experience, because I would tell my husband about the things Feng and I had done, and demonstrate them to him. He would be jealous of my involvement. My relationship with Feng was no longer just about sex in the bedroom, but like that of a couple, and in the bedroom, I received the comfort that women most desire from men. Talking to my husband about another man... my husband... must be incredibly excited, and I must have gotten a lot of enjoyment from him. In my heart, I could receive the love and care of two men; I believe other women may not have this feeling. [The End]

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