Stealing a man leads to a 3P

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Stealing a Man Leads to a 3P
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Women, like men, should have the right to fully enjoy free sex, but most of the time they should be
more discreet than men. This is why I've always only read about it but never written about it. However, seeing others write about it has stirred my own desire, so I mustered the courage to write this piece. Since the men in this story are all married, our affair could be considered an affair, which I felt met the requirements.
This experience happened about two years ago. Following a friend's advice, I've described the psychological process and the sexual encounter in more detail, hoping it will be well-received by fellow enthusiasts and receive many replies. I met him (let's call him Brother A) by chance. There's a street south of my house; it's not particularly bustling, with few large shopping malls but many small shops. I often walked that street but never noticed him before.
It was probably in the summer of 2006. It was a very hot day, and I was out with friends until about 10 pm before heading back. Passing by his little shop, I suddenly wanted a drink and that's when I saw him. He was standing behind the counter, one hand holding a glass of water to his lips, the other hand resting on the counter, leaning slightly forward as he looked at the passersby. His face was handsome yet cool, with a hint of roguishness in his eyes.
The moment I saw his face and those slightly roguish eyes, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt my heart race. Wow! So handsome. He was wearing a black, tight-fitting tank top that accentuated his muscular chest, and black trousers; he looked well-proportioned, tall, and sexy.
When he saw me come in, he put down his cup, stepped aside, and watched me pick out things, looking ready to get them for me at any moment. For some reason, I felt a little flustered and casually asked for a drink. He asked, "What do you want?" I said, "Anything." He seemed a little surprised but didn't say anything, just grabbed a drink and gave it to me. I didn't hear him say what it was; I took it, paid, and turned to leave.
After walking a while, I looked back and saw he was looking in my direction too. Seeing me turn around, he raised his cup to his lips, and I quickly turned and headed home. That night, all I could think about was his handsome, cool face and slightly roguish eyes.
From then on, I often went to his shop to buy drinks. We gradually became familiar, and I learned that he worked at a company and was only at the shop in the evenings and on weekends; his wife worked there during the week. So I usually chose to buy drinks when he was there.
One weekend, after dinner, I went for a stroll and ended up at his shop again. When I ordered a drink, he suddenly asked me, "You like drinking so many beverages?" I was taken aback, my face flushing slightly. I thought to myself, "I just wanted to see you! You're a married man, and you can't even tell?" But I couldn't say it aloud; in this respect, women might really lose to men.
My face still slightly red, I teased him, "I often buy drinks from you, and you never give me a discount."
He smiled, "I only make a few cents per bottle!"
"Doing business must be really hard," I said, but inwardly I thought, "Stingy." After mentally cursing him for that, a thought suddenly popped into my head: maybe he was just pretending not to notice, not wanting to bother me. Thinking about this made me feel a little deflated. I took my drink, paid, and prepared to leave, deciding never to come back.
To my surprise, he didn't take my money, but instead grabbed my hand that was holding the cash, saying, "This bottle is for you." I thought to myself, "He's not really unmoved after all." A small joy
welled up inside me, but I teased him, saying, "Then aren't you losing out big time? How many bottles would you have to sell to break even?" He smiled mischievously, "I'm not losing out, I've made a fortune." He then rubbed the back of my hand with his fingers a few times, and I realized he was holding it tightly. We were so close to home, and we could run into acquaintances at any moment, so I quickly pulled my hand away, my heart pounding.
But he wouldn't let go of my hand and pulled me forward, pulling me into his arms. A strong, masculine presence enveloped me, and my heart began to melt. All these days of longing had finally come to fruition, but it all seemed so sudden. I wanted to push him away, but my heart wanted him to hold me even tighter. Then his lips pressed against mine, and my hands, which had been trying to push him away, became even weaker; instead, I involuntarily wanted to embrace him.
I suddenly felt my body go weak. I couldn't believe it; it felt a bit like my first love. But after a quick kiss, he abruptly released me. Still reeling from the sudden dizziness, I was left standing there, frozen.
He went outside, looked around for a moment, then came back in, grabbed my hand again, walked past the counter, and lifted a curtain to reveal a space with only a bed. He didn't say anything, just pulled me close and kissed me passionately, his tongue swirling wildly in my mouth. I felt weak all over from his kisses, and he took the opportunity to push me onto the bed.
Because it was summer and we were out for a stroll, I was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, a short skirt, and slippers. His hands immediately reached for my breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, making me involuntarily moan, "Hmm... Oh... Be gentle..." He ignored my pleas and continued to knead my breasts forcefully.
He was kissing me from above, his hard penis pressing against my lower body through my thin pants, and my breasts were being frantically kneaded. A desire grew stronger and stronger, and my body involuntarily wanted to cling to him. My body twisted uncontrollably beneath him, and a growing emptiness overwhelmed me. The urge to be filled in my vagina intensified. I wrapped my arms around him, involuntarily tugging at his clothes.
But then, he suddenly stopped all movement. I reached out to grab him as he stood up, but he resolutely stood up, then looked at me quietly, lifting my face with one hand and saying, "You look so beautiful right now, so alluring."
My excitement was abruptly interrupted, and I felt a fire burning through my body, which suddenly surged to my face, making it burn bright red. I glared at him, feeling an indescribable sense of grievance. Just then, he pulled my hand and stood up, gently kissing my lips, then lingering on my breasts for a moment, before finally squatting down and kissing my stomach. He then took off my skirt: "Oh, little darling, you're wearing a thong. I didn't expect you to be so sexy!"
"Mind your own business!" I lightly punched him. He lifted my buttocks with one hand and pulled down my panties, grinning at me, "Little slut, these panties are mine now, consider them my spoils!"
"Get lost, what am I going to do when I get home?"
"Hehe, don't wear panties! It'll be exciting."
"What if your wife finds out?"
"Don't worry about that." Before I could reply, he used two fingers to spread my vulva, tracing back and forth between my clitoris and labia, making me feel both itchy and anxious. He slowly inserted a finger, and my vulva, as if it had tasted something delicious, immediately clamped down on it. But then I heard him softly say, "Relax, relax." I thought to myself, "It's not like I'm not relaxing on purpose," but I still tried to spread my legs as wide as possible.
His fingers slipped out, and I suddenly felt empty. I grabbed his hair, and my buttocks involuntarily thrust forward. At that moment, he pressed his mouth against my vagina, and I felt him take two deep breaths, then lick it. He looked up and said, "Your cunt is fucking wet." I was secretly pleased to hear that. So he stopped to suck the water from my vagina!
While I was waiting for him to continue, he stood up and helped me put my skirt back on, straightened my clothes, and then kissed me, saying, "Sexy baby, someone could come at any time. I'll be waiting for you tonight, I'll make you feel amazing." Although my desire was burning fiercely within me, and I really didn't want him to stop there, I thought he was right, so I could only say to him, "You have to let me see yours!"
He chuckled, "You're really sexy, I like it." I blushed, "Fine, don't show it to me then, you stingy guy." He replied, "I like it more than anything!" As he spoke, he unzipped his pants, and a huge penis was thrust in front of me, thick and long, looking dark but smooth and clean, the glans shiny. I felt an urge to drool just looking at it.
Then he held up his penis in front of me and shook it a few times, "Touch it with your hand, do you like it?" I couldn't wait to reach out and grab it. A warm sensation not only filled my palm but also made my heart beat even faster. "Is it 16 centimeters?" I asked. He looked at me and said, "About that. Feel it with your mouth!" Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around his strong waist and took his penis into my mouth. The hard yet fleshy feeling, along with the faint salty taste of the glans, made me forget about the reserve I should maintain for my first time and sucked hard.
His pubic hair rubbed against my face, which felt good, but after a few sucks, he forcibly pulled it out: "If you suck any longer, I really can't take it. Come tonight, and I'll feed you properly." My face turned red, but that was all I could do. Then I wiped the water from my vagina and asked him for a sanitary napkin.
He let me sit outside and chat with him for a while. After the redness on my face subsided a bit, he urged me to go home quickly, saying he was afraid his wife would come over or that someone else would tell his wife. I pouted and said, "So afraid of your wife?" He said, "That's the kind of stolen pleasure you get, you silly girl."
"Don't talk nonsense, you're henpecked!" I retorted.
"Haha!" he said, pretending to pinch me again. "You little slut, you dare to steal from your henpecked brother? Can you handle it?"
"What can't I handle? If I get caught, I'll just back out, okay?"
"With your big cock stuffed in your little cunt, can you back out?"
I raised my fist to punch him, but he grabbed my fist and pulled me up, shoving me. "My little slut, hurry up and leave. If that woman really comes, your little slut won't be able to enjoy my big cock anymore." I could only glare at him hatefully and walk out of the shop. I asked him for my underwear back several times, but he wouldn't give it to me, so I didn't bother him anymore and we exchanged phone numbers. Walking out of the shop
, I was still a little dazed. I hadn't expected things to happen so quickly when I went in; it was so fast that I couldn't react. Looking back, he was looking at me too, watching me look at him. He casually put his hand on his penis and rubbed it a few times. My heart started to burn again, and I didn't dare to look anymore. I quickly walked home.
Because I wasn't wearing underwear and was still wet, my lower body felt cool, and I was constantly worried that the wind would blow my skirt up, but even a little breeze would inexplicably arouse me. My attention was constantly focused on my vulva, afraid of being seen. My vaginal fluid started flowing incessantly, and I was really afraid it would run down my thighs. Under this stimulating psychological state, I quickly arrived home.
During the following time, I was restless, constantly checking my phone, my desire tormenting me. I touched my breasts, which he had rubbed until they were slightly red, recalling his handsome face, his well-built chest muscles, his strong hands, and the heavy body pressing against me, along with his masculine aura. My vaginal fluid kept flowing out, and I kept worrying that something might have happened, that he was just trying to appease me, afraid that I would interfere with his life.
Liking a married man is really not a good thing. This feeling of sneaking around is really annoying. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, I was startled awake by the phone ringing. I looked at the clock and it was already past midnight. He said on the phone that there was no one in the shop and asked me to come over. I said a little angrily, "How can I go out so late?"
"People sleep late in the summer, and there are still people cooling off on the street! You'll be fine coming out."
"But it's too late, what will I do when I get back?"
"You don't need to go back, just sleep here. Go back early tomorrow morning."
"Your little bed is cramped even for one person, let alone two. I'm not going."
"Silly girl, don't worry about that. Come on over, your brother is waiting to drink your juices!"
Hearing him say that, I suddenly lost the energy to argue with him. I quickly got up, washed up, changed my toilet paper, and went out. I wanted to be more reserved, but I walked very fast. The road wasn't far, and I arrived quickly. I could see him squatting at the shop entrance from afar, the lights inside were off. Seeing me arrive, he stood up and waved. I thought to myself, "A married man is different from a single man; even if he's in a hurry, he won't come to pick me up." I felt a little annoyed.
I walked over, and he pushed me inside, then stood outside for a while, making sure nothing was wrong before coming in, turning around to lock the door, turning on the light, and then reaching out to pick me up. I punched him in the chest: "I really didn't want to come see you." He laughed even more happily: "I knew you would come. Once you've tasted my goodness, you'll want to come every day!" I retorted: "Dream on!"
After that, he wasn't as eager as he had been in the afternoon. He first took out a birth control pill and gave it to me, then opened a drink for me, opened a few packets of snacks, and finally held me on his lap, slowly feeding me and drinking, occasionally kissing my lips and breasts. I sat on his lap, feeling his strong chest muscles and thick thighs, and said flirtatious things to him. Slowly, my body began to heat up. He took the opportunity to strip us both naked, and I sat naked in his lap like that.
His hands touched me here and there, teasing me until I was burning with desire, and my juices soaked his thighs. I gently stroked his thick, fleshy penis, and he pushed me down a little, then pressed my shoulder and said, "Give me a few sucks." I squatted down and took his penis into my mouth, sucking it earnestly, making him moan and shout, "Fuck, so good! Again!" Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, picked me up and put me on the bed, saying, "It's time for me to make you feel good." My face immediately turned as red as if it were on fire, and a feeling of nervous anticipation filled my whole body.
He suddenly pressed down on me, his heavy male body completely covering me. I began to writhe beneath him, and he started to go wild again, like he did at dusk. He roughly kneaded my breasts with both hands while sucking hard with his mouth, as if he wanted to burst them. My breasts were covered in his teeth marks, and although it hurt, my desire was ignited, and I couldn't care less. I instinctively felt my breasts begin to swell, my vagina begin to feel empty, and my buttocks began to thrust upwards uncontrollably.
He kissed and caressed my way down, finally stopping at my vulva. His movements slowed, stroking it back and forth. Suddenly, he asked, "How many men have fucked your cunt?" I was startled. "Why are you asking?" He continued, touching me. "Nothing much, your cunt's been fucked quite a few times, judging by how many."
I suddenly sat up, pushed his hand away, and stood up to find my clothes. He panicked when he saw them. "Baby, I misspoke. I like cunts that have been fucked before. Fucked cunts that have been fucked before are more exciting." I ignored him, grabbed my clothes, and started to put them on. He suddenly pulled me close, pressing me down onto the bed. With a thrust of his hips, his thick penis went all the way in. He held me down tightly, his two strong thighs pinning me down, his hands squeezing my breasts. "I like you, I really like you. Don't be angry. Let me serve you well. Tonight, I'll give you as many times as you want. I won't say anything like that again."
I struggled for a while to no avail. Looking up at his handsome, masculine face again, my heart softened, but for some reason, a tear rolled down my cheek. This time, he didn't say anything. He licked my tears with his tongue, kissed my eyes with his lips, and slowly thrust his penis in and out of my vagina.
Slowly, under his caresses and gentle thrusts, I began to calm down, thinking, "I was attracted to him all along. Although what he said made me feel embarrassed, he didn't mean to humiliate me. To be honest, we can only be friends with benefits, so he said those things without any restraint. Actually, when I think about it, it's not a big deal. What he said is the truth." Thinking of this, I felt completely relieved and slowly began to feel the pleasure brought by his caresses and thrusts.
He sensed the change in my mood and began to speed up his movements until I was completely immersed in his emotions, constantly thrusting my hips to meet his thrusts. "Ah...ah...so good...um...fuck me harder...oh..." I cried out loudly, the desire that had been suppressed for so long was finally released today.
He was fucking me while kneading my breasts, which were swaying back and forth from his thrusts. He was much rougher than before, squeezing them into various shapes. The next day, I still had scratches on my breasts. After a while, he suddenly stopped and leaned down to ask me, "Tell me, are you a slut?" I said, "No." He thrust into me a few times, asking as he went, "Tell me quickly, are you a slut?" I shook my head and said, "No." This time, he thrust in with all his might dozens of times, making me feel like I was flying. My pussy felt incredibly good.
Just as I was about to climax, he suddenly stopped, his penis pressed firmly against the deepest part of my vagina: "Tell me, are you a slut?" I hugged his buttocks and kept thrusting upwards, wanting him to continue fucking me, and quickly said yes. He said, "What is it?" I hurriedly said, "A big slut."
"Whose big slut?"
"My brother's big slut."
"Okay, today I'll fuck you to death, you big slut." Saying that, he pulled out his big penis, pushed my legs forward, grabbed my two ankles with one hand, and held his fleshy big penis with the other, and with a "plop," it went all the way in again. He held my legs together, my vagina was squeezed together, which made the pleasure even more intense.
Maybe my words excited him, because he thrust very deep and hard every time, and my sexual desire was completely aroused. I answered whatever he asked.
"You little slut, did you come here on purpose to seduce me, wanting me to fuck you?"
"I did it on purpose, I just love being fucked by a big-dicked handsome guy." Under his thrusts, I started to talk nonsense loudly: "Oh... ah... big-dicked brother... fuck me to death!"
"Come on, let's change positions, I'm going to fuck you to death today, you little slut." He flipped me over, made me kneel on the bed, and before I was ready, his big dick shoved in. My snow-white ass was right in front of him, and he didn't know how to be gentle at all. While fucking me, he slapped my ass hard with his rough hands, leaving red handprints with each slap.
I was so excited that I couldn't speak, I could only shout to show that I was enjoying it. I had been tortured by him and had no strength left. I could only lie on the bed with my ass sticking up and let him fuck me, and I could only hum softly and intermittently.
Men are stronger than women. He was still tormenting me, pulling my hands behind my back and placing a pillow under my breasts and face. As he fucked me, my nipples rubbed against the pillow, the pleasure intensifying with each wave. My vagina tingled, a feeling of being filled filled my entire body, and my body temperature suddenly rose. I was enveloped in an indescribable excitement, only thinking about his thrusts, thrusts, and more thrusts. My mind started to become hazy, and my hands kept trying to grab something.
My pleasure grew stronger and stronger with his thrusts, until finally an indescribable pleasure spread throughout my body. My vagina suddenly relaxed, and I felt something warm gushing out. Then I entered a dazed state, and it took a long time for me to regain consciousness.
He looked at me and said, "Your orgasm was so intense!"
I was a little embarrassed: "What about you? Did you ejaculate? I didn't even feel it."
He suddenly smiled mischievously: "Lick your lips." Only then did I realize that he had already ejaculated in my mouth; I had swallowed all his semen in my dazed state.
He was still on top of me, saying, "That was great, I love it." Then he went to clean up, and cleaned me up too. He climbed onto the bed, which was really too small, so he rolled me over, lay down himself, and let me lie on top of him.
I bit his chest hard: "You're really fierce."
He grinned mischievously: "If I'm not fierce, I can't handle you. Didn't you hear how loud you were moaning just now? I was afraid it would get out. The soundproofing isn't good, and there are people in the shops next door."
I pinched his penis: "Such a big penis, and you're so timid?"
He laughed.
"What are you laughing at? Are we going to sleep like this tonight?"
"Then how do you want to sleep? I can't sleep on the floor, can I? If you don't like sleeping on top of me, you can stay on the bottom, and I'll sleep on top of you."
I pouted and said, "That's the only way."
It was impossible to sleep peacefully like this, so we talked and chatted. I asked him if he wasn't afraid I would scream when he suddenly grabbed me and kissed me this afternoon? He pinched my cheek and said, "Do you think I'm a virgin? Every time you come into the store, you stare at my crotch. If it weren't for the crowds in the store, I would have fucked you long ago with my big dick. Why would I wait until now?"
I pinched his chest hard back: "So you figured it out all along, but you were just pretending to be cool."
We got excited and started having sex, three times that night. Around 6 a.m., just as it was getting light, he pulled me up, told me to get dressed and leave, afraid someone would see us. I was stunned. What was going on? I gave him a strong dose of contempt. He was henpecked! But what could I do? I had fallen for a married man. I could only quickly wash my face and go home.
I didn't even shower when I got home, I just went straight to sleep. At noon, my parents woke up and called me for lunch. I said I didn't want to eat, which scared them. They thought I was sick, touching my head and asking all sorts of questions. But when I shouted, "Ugh, I don't want to eat, I want to sleep!" they finally closed the door for me.
I slept until the afternoon. When I woke up, my body was still a little sore. I touched my breasts, which he had rubbed; they were still soft and red, with his claw marks still visible. I looked at my buttocks in the mirror—they were even worse, like a monkey's bottom, numb and tingling at the slightest touch. I touched my vagina; there was still some of his semen inside, sticky and wet. My vaginal opening seemed to be slightly open, and liquid would leak out when I pressed it lightly.
I muttered to myself, "That was really intense, shooting so much." It had been a long time since I had been fucked by a man like this. This release made me feel instantly relaxed, and the joy I felt was indescribable. I happily took a shower, got dressed, and told my mother, "I want fish soup." My father happily went to the kitchen. After a long, hot shower, my whole body felt extremely relaxed, and I felt incredibly good.
This pleasant feeling lasted for several days. Then it was the weekend, and shortly after dinner, he called to ask if I missed him; he wanted to fuck me. Hearing that, desire surged within me. His sexy lips, muscular physique, and large penis flashed through my mind again. I said I wanted to too.
He said, "Good. Call me again tonight." I said, "Your place is too small, it's really not nice! Besides, the soundproofing isn't good. If we go at night and get up early, it'll be bad if someone finds out." He mumbled something on the phone for a while without saying anything coherent, so it seemed he admitted what I said.
"How about we get a hotel room?" he said.
I said, "That won't do. Our city is so small, and many of my classmates work in hotels. It would be even worse if someone found out."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll call you back later," and then hung up.
After waiting for about an hour, he called to say there was a place available. I asked, "Where?"
"It's a friend's (I'll call him Brother B from now on) house. Brother B's wife isn't here, so you can go to his place."
"Is Brother B there?"
"Yes!"
"Then what should we do?"
"Let Brother B sleep at my shop."
"How can that be?"
"Why not? Brother B and I are best buddies, it'll be a complete secret."
"That won't do."
He pleaded, "My dick's been hard for ages, I've been thinking about you these past few days!"
I asked him again, "What if your wife sees Brother B staying at your shop tomorrow?"
"Just let him go home early."
"Then I'll have to be sent home early again?"
He joked, "Or I can introduce you to him, then you won't have to get up early."
"What a brilliant idea."
He chuckled, "He's no less impressive than me! Why don't you think about it?" I was speechless for a moment. He said some more passionate things and then hung up, telling me to wait for his call.
Nearly half an hour later, he called: "Have you thought about that?"
"You really think so?"
"It was a joke at the time, but thinking about it carefully, it's pretty good. You're not planning to marry me or anything, you just want to have fun. Maybe this way is more exciting and enjoyable. I think you really know how to enjoy sex. Besides, this way we have a place. Even if Brother B's wife comes back, he'll have a place. When I'm not available, you can enjoy it with him!"
I paused for a while and asked him, "Aren't you really going to be jealous of me?"
He seemed a little heavy-hearted when I asked this, and seemed to have thought about it for a while: "Baby, I only said this because I want to spend more time with you. You can see that my place is terrible, and it's close to your house. We'll be easily discovered. If we're discovered, your situation will be more difficult than mine." I fell silent for a moment. He tentatively said, "If you don't want to, that's fine. I was just saying." I silently hung up the phone.
I started to feel restless, pacing back and forth in the room, my mind racing with the pros and cons. I was terrified that if I took this step, there would be no turning back. If word got out, how would I ever live again? But if I didn't go, my pleasurable sex with Brother A would end.
Thinking about this, I couldn't bear to part with Brother A. I loved his cool appearance and his amazing performance in bed, which brought me to the ultimate orgasm. For the past few days, I'd been immersed in the pleasure he brought me. My thoughts were in turmoil; whether or not I knew Brother B kept swirling in my mind. I couldn't decide whether to let go or not.
Slowly, time passed, and then his call came. The instant I answered, I suddenly made up my mind. It wasn't like I was marrying them; why should I suppress my desires?
I took the phone: "Can you guarantee that only the three of us know about this?"
He seemed surprised by my question, paused for a moment, and then said, "Of course, it wouldn't do us any good if this got out. We both have families!"
"That's good. But I have to meet him and feel it's okay before we can date."
"That's only if you're willing. He's with me now. Come meet him, chat, and if it doesn't work out, we can leave."
This phone call truly changed my attitude towards life, completely shifting my focus from sex based on emotion to sex based on enjoyment—something I hadn't anticipated at the time.
This time, he was the one who picked me up at the door and brought me into the shop. When I saw Brother B, my first impression was that he wasn't much less attractive than Brother A. He was a swimmer with a fantastic physique; I guessed he'd be even more muscular and handsome than Brother A if he took his clothes off. Although he wasn't as cool and handsome as Brother A, he was still very good-looking, especially with his thick eyebrows and large eyes, which made him look very energetic.
As soon as he saw me come in, he stood up and said with a grin, "Hello, sister-in-law!" I was taken aback, then my face turned a little red: "Who's your sister-in-law?" He laughed and nudged Brother A: "Once you're in my brother's bed, you're my sister-in-law." I glanced at Brother A: "If I were really your sister-in-law, Brother A wouldn't be so generous." Brother A smiled awkwardly. Brother B, however, was still grinning: "Brother A just wanted you to have fun." I smiled and didn't deny it.
The ensuing conversation made me admit that Brother B was much more eloquent than Brother A; in just a short while, the initial awkwardness was completely gone. People kept coming in to buy things, and Brother A quietly asked me, "Would you two like to chat for a bit?" I knew Brother A was testing whether I was interested in Brother B, so I said it was fine. He turned to Brother B and said, "You two go inside and chat, don't disturb my business." Brother B spat at him and said, "With your lousy business." Then he said to me, "Sister-in-law, let's go inside and chat."
As soon as we went inside, the awkwardness that had disappeared earlier returned, and for a moment, neither of us knew what to say. I sat on the bed, and he stood beside it; his earlier agility had vanished. I said, "You should sit down too!" He looked at the narrow bed and smiled, "I'll just stand." After a long pause, he finally spoke, "What do you think of what Brother A said?" His direct question left me speechless, making the situation even more awkward.
Brother A, sensing something amiss in the silence outside (since only a curtain separated them), came in and, seeing our situation, said, "What are you standing there for? Sit down and let's talk!" He then shoved Brother B from behind, causing B to fall onto me, while Brother A pressed down on B's back. Brother A reached around B's body and grabbed my breasts, giving them a hard squeeze. It was very stimulating; I felt a jolt, and immediately became aroused.
Then Brother A pulled his hand away, stood up, slapped Brother B's butt, and laughed, "Now that's more like a conversation!" He then backed out. Brother B then kissed me. His lips weren't as thick as Brother A's, and the kiss lacked the depth and intensity of Brother A's, but his masculine charm still intoxicated me.
As he kissed me, his hand simultaneously caressed my breasts, quickly arousing me. Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Let's go first, he'll be here in a while!" I acquiesced to his decision and followed him out. Brother A looked at me and laughed, "Looks like you two had a good chat." Brother B turned to look at me, "Of course we had a good chat. We'll go back to my place first, you can come later!"
Brother A laughed, "Look how eager you are. I'll pack up too, let's go together!"
"You're packing up so early, aren't you afraid your wife will punish you later?"
"Nonsense, isn't your wife standing right in front of you?"
Brother B laughed, "That's our wife, okay?" They both laughed at the same time, and I felt a little embarrassed.
Brother A took some snacks, cigarettes, and alcohol from the counter, and then suddenly asked Brother B, "Do you have any pills?" Brother B smiled, "I've already prepared them." Brother A then asked me, "Can we not use condoms tonight?" I thought for a moment, "Sure, I'm in my safe period today, it's okay if I ejaculate inside." Brother B said, "You still need to take some pills even in your safe period, we're very vigorous, it would be troublesome if you actually got pregnant." I felt a little embarrassed.
The city we lived in wasn't big; they arrived in no time on their motorcycles. Once inside, Brother A said, "Never mind you guys, I'm going to shower. It's fucking hot today, I'm all sweaty." Brother B led me to the sofa, then laid out their things on the table and turned on the TV. Back then, there were no computers, only DVDs. Brother B asked me, "What do you want to watch?" I said, "Anything." He picked out one of those group sex movies.
Even though there was what happened at Brother A's shop, and Brother A had facilitated things, when we were actually alone together, I still felt a bit reserved. I was even a little uncomfortable; after all, I'd never before slept with a stranger after just a chat. He seemed a bit awkward too, and gave me some birth control pills. We just sat there watching TV, commenting on the actors.
When Brother A emerged naked from the bathroom and saw the scene, he laughed and said, "Are you two on a blind date? Sitting so far apart." Then, while drying his hair, he asked me, "Are you going to shower?" I said I had just showered before coming in, and Brother A laughed, "You were all prepared!" I blushed and didn't reply. Brother B quickly said, "I'll go shower," and walked away quickly. I suddenly found it quite amusing.
Brother A dried his hair and plopped down next to me, immediately pulling me into his arms and kissing me. He said between kisses, "I've been fucking missing you these past few days. Just thinking about your sluttyness makes my dick hard." He then squeezed my breasts hard, kneading them, before pulling up my clothes and biting them, sucking on them a few times with obvious pleasure. He said, "That's fucking awesome."
Then he pulled on my clothes, saying, "Take them off, take them off. Last time it was too small, I didn't get enough. This time I'll make you feel amazing." He then stripped me naked, pulled me into his arms, and started kneading my breasts and touching my vulva, occasionally putting a small snack in my mouth.
A moment later, Brother B came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Brother A snatched the towel off him, cursing, "Why are you wearing that rubbish?" Brother B grinned at me, "I was afraid of scaring the girls!" I retorted, "Stop being so vain, you can't scare anyone with that."
I looked at Brother B's naked body; he was truly muscular, without an ounce of fat, his skin smooth all over, and thick, dense hair forming a triangle from his navel down. His thighs and calves were also dark, and his penis was half-erect and dangling. "Wow! So long!" I couldn't help but exclaim.
When Brother A heard me say Brother B's penis was long, he said, "His is long, but not as thick as mine." After saying that, he stood up and shook, revealing his two large penises side by side in front of me. Honestly, A's cock is really thick, no wonder he fucked me so well last time; B's cock wasn't fully hard yet, so I can't compare, but A's cock is fleshy and heavy, and I immediately got excited, and my lower body started to get wet.
A pulled my hand over and placed it on his cock, and I immediately grabbed it. A surge of passion welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but open my mouth and take A's big cock in. Instantly, a smooth, warm cock filled my mouth. I first kissed his glans, circled it a few times with my tongue, and then sucked hard. He held my head, moaning with pleasure, "Damn, that's fucking good! Last time it was too small, I didn't get to enjoy it enough." I looked up and gave him a wink, and I could clearly feel his cock harden.
A started slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth, and then B, not to be outdone, put his cock in my hand, which I felt was a bit hotter than A's. I grabbed Brother B's big cock and started stroking it, squeezing it tightly. While I was holding Brother B's big cock, Brother B bent down and kneaded my breasts, occasionally pulling on my nipples, which would spring back after being pulled up—it hurt a little, but it was quite stimulating.
I felt so good that I sucked on Brother A's big cock even harder, making "mmm...mmm..." sounds, which further aroused their lust. Suddenly, Brother A pulled his cock out of my mouth, picked me up around the waist, and carried me to the bedroom. Once inside, he laid me down on the bed, then straddled my breasts, pushing them forcefully to clamp his cock between them. He was doing a breastjob, and every time Brother A thrust, he would put his cock in my mouth, and I would cooperate by sucking on the glans.
After playing for a while, my breasts were rubbed red, so Brother A moved forward a little and thrust his cock into my mouth, while Brother B, from behind, would sometimes spread my legs apart and sometimes push them up, constantly playing with my cunt with his hands. He was really good at it. My pussy and clitoris were attacked by his hands and mouth. In no time, I was weak all over from their double assault, and my butt was soaked with juices. Brother B was below saying, "You're so fucking horny. You're already so wet before we've even fucked you. It's all over the bed."
Then Brother A moved me around and made me lie in a corner of the bed. They both stood under the bed, and my head was tilted back. He stood on top of me, his legs spread apart, and his big cock went in. His pubic hair rubbed against my face, it was itchy and felt good.
Then Brother B spread my legs apart and put them on his arms, saying, "Wife, I'm coming." His big cock went into my vagina. Brother B's cock was long and went in very deep, it felt great. At first, he would pull out until only the glans was left, and then thrust it all the way in. Although the movements were slow, they were very forceful, which made me suck Brother A's cock even harder. I no longer felt the same way I used to when I was alone, focusing all my energy on my vagina. But this unprecedented threesome stimulation was driving me a little crazy.
Brother A kept saying, "Relax, relax, a little less, a little less." I thought to myself, "How can I relax? Brother B is fucking my vagina so hard, every time he thrusts I feel a contraction. How can I relax?" Now I couldn't focus my energy on my mouth or my vagina, but Brother A didn't understand, he just kept telling me to relax.
After a period of adjustment, Brother A suddenly thrust hard, and his penis was fully inserted into my mouth. His fleshy, big penis shoved into my throat. Before he could even moan with pleasure, I suddenly found the strength to push him away. I couldn't help but cough violently, coughing until tears streamed down my face.
Brother B pulled out his penis and came over to help me up. I slapped Brother A's big penis hard: "Can't you go slower? Are you trying to kill me? Your penis is so thick, don't you care if my throat can take it?" Brother A hurriedly rubbed my throat for a while: "Wife, I'm sorry, I was a little too rough just now." Brother B also quickly went to get honey, fed me a sip, and then drank some water before feeling better.
I glared at Brother A, and he chuckled: "I didn't expect you could actually swallow it all." I was speechless for a moment. Brother B also slapped Brother A: "You don't know how to be gentle with a woman at all." This time, he still let me go first, and then they switched positions. I must say, Brother B was indeed gentler than Brother A, but unlike Brother A, he slowly inserted until I reached my maximum tolerance and then withdrew, and then repeated this process.
Brother A pressed down on my legs and started thrusting into my pussy, saying, "Damn, this pussy is so fucking good, I can't get enough of it, it's a top-notch pussy." Brother B said, "Slow down, you're making our wife move so much, how am I supposed to get in?" Brother A pressed down on my legs and pushed his cock deep into my pussy, then rubbed his hips back and forth, and I could feel his cock moving up and down and side to side inside my pussy, making my whole body feel numb and tingly.
Brother B held my head and thrust repeatedly in and out of my mouth, finally inserting his big cock all the way into my mouth, making my throat hold his glans, then he proudly said to Brother A, "How about it, baby still likes to eat my cock, haha!"
Brother A looked and said, "Come on, let's switch again."
"Don't rush, let me have a few more rounds first." So there were several more deep throats.
Brother A couldn't resist any longer and pulled Brother B away, saying, "Let me try." I quickly said my throat hurt, and Brother B quickly fed me two more mouthfuls of honey to soothe it. Once I felt a little better, Brother A eagerly shoved his penis into my mouth, slowly adapting to Brother B's method. This time, it went in smoothly, and he kept shouting, "Damn, this is much better than fucking a pussy! Our wife is awesome, fucking anywhere feels so good." Brother
B was fucking my pussy from behind, but for some reason, they took turns several times, fucking even harder than Brother A had done last time. I don't know how many times they took turns fucking my pussy, but I didn't have that quick orgasm feeling like last time. I just felt my body reach an unprecedented state of excitement under their ravaging. This feeling was different from the arrival of an orgasm. When an orgasm comes, I'm a little dazed, but in this state, I'm very clear-headed, and the feeling is much stronger.
They played like this for a while, and then Brother B said he felt like he was going to ejaculate. Brother A said, "You can rest now. You have to make our wife happy before you ejaculate." Then he flipped me over and put me on top of him, thrusting into me from below. Brother B reached out from behind and rubbed my breasts, pulling and flicking my nipples, making me feel incredibly good. I cried out, "Oh... ah... you guys are so amazing, I'm going to be fucked to death today..."
I was so weak from their ministrations that I couldn't straighten up and could only lie on top of Brother A, letting them rub me. But since only Brother A was penetrating me, that pleasure was coming back very quickly. I started talking nonsense, very loudly, probably audible to everyone upstairs and downstairs. I didn't care anymore; these were things Brother B was worried about.
Brother A also became extremely excited. Suddenly, he flipped me over, pinned me down, lifted my legs, and began thrusting into me forcefully. Soon, that floating sensation that permeated my entire body returned. I grabbed Brother A's ear and pulled hard, and in a moment, I felt like I was ascending to heaven, floating away to who-knows-where.
In a daze, I heard Brother A say to Brother B, "My ear is almost ripped off by this slut." I groggily opened my eyes and asked, "Whose ear was ripped off?" Brother A was still on top of me, and when he saw me ask, he said, "Your man's ear." After saying that, he turned his head to let me see, "It's not broken, is it?" Brother A pinched my breasts, "You're so ruthless?" I stuck out my tongue, "You're even more ruthless than me, you've fucked me until I have no strength left."
Brother A laughed, "Your slut's cunt is still slightly contracting! Can you feel it? It's squeezing my cock again and again, it feels so fucking good! Brother, I wasn't wrong, was I? Our wife is a top-notch slut." I carefully felt my cunt, and apart from feeling a little burning inside, there was no contraction.
He said, "You have no idea how much you contracted during your orgasm, it felt so good on my dick, I still don't want to come out!" I blushed, "You can't blame me for not coming out!" He chuckled, then suddenly lifted himself up and pulled out his big dick. I felt a sense of emptiness, like my heart had been ripped out.
He then lifted my legs, and he and Brother B spread my vagina apart with their fingers. I knew they were looking at the semen that had flowed out, and I realized that Brother A had already ejaculated inside me when I orgasmed. Suddenly, Brother A stuck two fingers into my vagina, pulled them out, and put them in my mouth. I kept turning my head to dodge, but he laughed and said, "You swallowed it all last time, what's the point of hiding this time?" He forced it into my mouth, then got up and moved to the front, sticking his penis in front of my mouth: "Lick it for me."
Looking at his wet, big penis, I didn't feel any reluctance at all. I opened my mouth and let him put it in, licking it and sucking up the remaining semen, swallowing it all. He patted my face with a smile and said, "This is my good baby."
While licking Brother A's penis, Brother B cleaned my vagina. When Brother A pulled his big penis out of my mouth, Brother B climbed on top of me. I quickly pushed him off, "Let me rest for a while. I have no strength left. You guys are killing me." Brother B said, "No way, I haven't ejaculated yet! You just said we'd fuck you to death!"
"Wait a bit, let me catch my breath before you fuck me again. I really can't take it anymore..." Before I could finish speaking, he thrust his hips down and inserted his entire penis. Then he flipped me over and put me on top of him. "Just lie on top of me like this and rest for a while. I'll let you enjoy something even better later." Hearing this, I felt a little scared but also a little excited.
Brother B slowly thrust in and out, his hands caressing and kneading my whole body. After a while, my body recovered a bit, and he also aroused me again. I started to writhe on top of him. Seeing that I was aroused again, Brother B increased the frequency of his thrusts.
At this moment, Brother A's penis became hard again, and he kept touching my anus with his hand from behind, occasionally inserting his fingers inside. I vaguely felt that he was going to do something. His penis was too thick, and I couldn't handle it if he tried to insert it into my anus. I quickly stopped him, but he said, "It's okay, if you don't want to, then don't. Just play around." After playing like that for a while, Brother A's penis became hard again, and he tried to insert it into my anus, but I stopped him every time. He seemed to give up and said, "Then let's play double penetration." This time I didn't stop him.
Brother B also stopped, waiting for him to insert it, but he couldn't insert it properly. It would be pushed out as soon as it went in. After several attempts, the two of them finally got it right. The two penises inside my vagina made me feel like my vagina was completely filled. More importantly, the two strong male bodies surrounded me from the front and back. That feeling of fullness was something that a single man could not give me, and I felt very satisfied.
But the two penises inside seemed to be fighting, one not giving way to the other. Sometimes one would be pushed out, sometimes the other would be pushed out, which made them lose interest. This was their first time working together, and I had a feeling that this method might be successful in the future. Two big dicks were simultaneously inside my pussy; if they coordinated well, they would drive me crazy.
Finally, Brother A pulled out his dick and said, "It's like I'm inside your cunt with those two dicks fucking each other, so boring." So only Brother B was left thrusting, while Brother A continued to caress my anus, occasionally smearing some of my vaginal fluid onto it.
Perhaps Brother A gave me a signal from behind, which I didn't see, but Brother B slowed down his thrusting, holding me with both hands, including my arms, while Brother A knelt behind me, slapping my buttocks hard, making a loud "slap, slap" sound. I yelled, "Easy, easy, it hurts!" But deep down, I didn't want him to be gentle. He stopped after a few slaps, and I could clearly feel my buttocks tingling from the blows.
At this moment, Brother A said, "You slut, you're a born whore who needs to be fucked. I'm going to fuck you good today." Then he took his penis and inserted it into my vagina, pulled it out after one thrust, and placed it on my anus. I knew what they were going to do. I tried to pry Brother B's hands off, but he held me tightly, and I couldn't move. I was already exhausted from what they had done to me. I lay on top of Brother B, my legs pinned down by Brother A's legs, unable to move at all. My body was held in place by their combined strength, and I could only wait for Brother A to fuck my anus.
Brother A's penis pressed against my anus, slowly thrusting in and out, until about half of the glans was inside. I cried out, "No, yours is too thick, it will hurt!" But Brother B silenced me with his mouth. Brother A held my buttocks with both hands, pressing them firmly against my hips so I couldn't move at all. Then, Brother A thrust in hard, penetrating me completely. I screamed "Mommy!" in pain. Brother A then lay on my back and said, "Baby, bear with it, it'll feel better soon."
Tears streamed down my face from the pain. Brother B held me tightly, sealing my mouth with his, and slowly thrusting in and out of my vagina to ease my pain. Gradually, my attention focused on my vagina, and I got used to the thickness of Brother A's penis. My anus didn't feel as swollen anymore, and Brother A started thrusting slowly, and the pain gradually subsided. They thrust faster and faster, one after the other, and I was aroused again, held tightly by them.
Brother A asked from behind, "You slut, are you enjoying it now?"
"Ah! Mmm... Ah... It feels so good!" I moaned.
He shouted again, "You called 'Mommy' earlier, but that's wrong. Now call 'Daddy.'"
I got excited and tried to twist my body and grab something, but my hands and body were held in place. This feeling of being unable to move was also quite stimulating. I was so excited that I just kept yelling "Aww!"
Brother A slapped my butt hard a few times and shouted, "Call me Daddy!"
"You're not Daddy."
He slapped me again. "Will you call me or not? If you don't, I'll fuck you to death!" As he spoke, they both thrust together, their rhythm surprisingly synchronized, very forceful, as if I had a grudge against them.
I couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "I can't take it anymore... Gently, gently..."
"If you can't take it, call me Daddy."
"Daddy." I finally called out "Daddy," and they slowed down with satisfaction, but they were still very rough. "Quickly say let Daddy fuck you."
I was filled with pleasure, and I would do anything at this moment. I shouted, "Daddy, fuck me! I want Daddy to fuck me!"
"Quickly say, am I your real dad?"
"Yes, I am your real dad."
"Are you your real dad's slutty daughter?"
"Ah...yes...I'm your real dad's slutty daughter...ouch! Fuck me to death!"
"Your real dad wants to fuck your mom, will you let him?"
"Yes."
"Two dads want to fuck you and your mom together, isn't your mom a slutty cunt that needs to be fucked?"
"Yes! Yes, mom is also a slutty cunt that both dads need to be fucked."
Under the vulgar language and their combined hard fucking, I finally climaxed again...
I don't know when it ended. When I woke up, it was noon the next day. I only saw Brother B sleeping next to me. Brother A had already left. I moved my body and felt a soreness in my thighs and waist. I touched my cunt and it was wet inside. My cunt had been fucked swollen by them. My anus was not completely closed. I don't know how many times they fucked me while I was in a daze last night. Looking at Brother B, who was sleeping like a log, I gave a bitter smile. I was afraid I'd never be able to give up this kind of incredibly stimulating sex again—a stimulation that satisfied both the mind and body.
Only now did I truly observe Brother B closely. He was so handsome, radiating masculinity. I gently stroked his face; he looked completely different from his fierce demeanor the night before. As I stroked him, a sense of loss welled up inside me. My life had truly ended because of this man.
This man, lying sprawled in the thick pubic hair, limbs in the air, his penis limp, his face serene—this man I didn't know before last night, the man I'd probably only glanced at on the street—had just last night inserted his penis into my most private place, his semen and bodily fluids covering my entire body. My life trajectory would be completely altered because of him. I wondered how many hardships my future would face because of him, and he would never know any of it. Even if he did, he wouldn't care.
I gave a bitter smile to myself. Perhaps this was my doomed fate. Thinking to myself, I could only console myself that worrying about the future was useless. The man before me and his friend had given me the ultimate pleasure, and for that pleasure, I could accept any difficulties that lay ahead.
I slowly stroked downwards, his strong pectoral muscles were very elastic, and when I placed my hand on his chest, his strong heart beat slowly and powerfully. I touched him little by little, familiarizing myself with this man who had already shared the most intimate relationship with me yet was still a complete stranger. My hand continued to stroke his hairy lower abdomen, and the thick pubic hair made me want to press my face against it, slowly moving my face and lips, using the friction to feel the sensual hair that brought waves of tingling sensations to my face, lips, and heart.
The big cock in front of me was now limp and had lost all its power, but it was even more adorable. I opened my mouth and took it in, and a strong taste of semen immediately filled my mouth. I slowly sucked on it, sucking the remaining semen, my thoughts constantly shifting between the past and last night. I don't know when, but it slowly grew bigger and harder in my mouth.
Just then, I heard Brother B's lazy voice say, "You slut, didn't I satisfy you last night?" I spat out his penis and pinched his balls. He tensed up and pulled his legs back. I lowered my head and took it into my mouth again. "Can't I just eat it?" I said, and then I deliberately sucked hard.
Suddenly, Brother B shouted, "Slutty daughter, Daddy's big cock is here!" He flipped me over and pinned me down. His big cock "plop" slid into my wet pussy. I cried out, "My waist..." ===
... One reason was that I was overheard or seen at Brother A's shop, and the news reached Brother A's wife. Although she had no evidence, she kept a close eye on him and moved to a larger shop elsewhere, farther from my home. Another reason was that after having sex with the same person for a long time, I got a little bored and it wasn't new anymore. Later, I met other sex partners.
But no matter what, they completely changed my thinking. In subsequent sex, they let me experience many things I had never experienced before and provided special stimulation. They let me experience the true pleasure of sex and made me enjoy sex more. I also realized that youth is so short, and if I don't enjoy it while I'm young, I'll never have the chance again.
To this day, I still think they are the best of all my sex partners. Whether it's their masculine and handsome appearance, their strong and shapely bodies, their large penises, or the perfect coordination they showed from the very first time, none of my subsequent sex partners have surpassed them. This is why I set my age range for sex partners at their age.
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