Little Lover

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It's been a long time since my husband and I visited 69, and he hasn't been there either. Last night, we experienced something I never imagined in my life. My husband and I were both so happy, and he wanted me to share it, so I agreed. But I don't want to describe any explicit or obscene scenes here; I just want to talk about my emotional journey. Please don't be disappointed if you read this!
I don't know when it started, but with my husband's encouragement, Lei and I rekindled the feeling we had when we were first lovers. Lei was my high school classmate. Actually, we weren't exactly first lovers, but we had a strong liking for each other during our student days. We kept in touch by phone during our three years of university, but we never did anything that couples do. We both knew we liked each other, but we never dared to be honest with my husband. I never thought that after having my husband, Lei and I could open our hearts to each other. It's been about two months now. My husband and I found out about 69 last year, and we even had a big fight about it. I believe no woman wouldn't be angry if she suddenly found out her husband had such thoughts. After things calmed down until the beginning of this year, I don't know why, but I gradually became less wary of him. I even went to 69 (a shopping mall) with him for a week. Our intimacy was indeed very harmonious during that period, but it was limited to just the two of us. After that, we didn't go to 69 again, nor did we contact any boys or couples. Then one day in May, I don't remember the exact date, while I was making love with my husband, he brought up Lei, jokingly saying I wasn't being good. I was so angry that I pushed him away. After talking to him, I found out that this spendthrift man had secretly looked at my WeChat. It's true that Lei had been feeling down for a few days, and I comforted him, my tone a little ambiguous. But seeing my husband's teasing expression made me furious. Later, my husband told me to open up and talk to him about Lei. We talked for a long time that day, and finally, my husband said he could reconnect me and Lei without getting angry. I cried then, and to this day I don't know why I cried that day; maybe it was because I was moved. Then we started making love passionately again, but to my dismay, he ejaculated in my mouth and demanded that I catch it with my hand! You strange men!
That night before bed, my husband used my phone to text Lei. At first it was fine, but then it got increasingly inappropriate, even directly asking if he missed me. That pathetic Lei actually said a bunch of things about missing me and liking me, making me both angry and ashamed, so I went to sleep. The next morning, my husband was up to his old tricks again. During our lovemaking, he told me he had arranged for me to meet Lei that evening. I had no choice but to accept. I felt conflicted leaving home that night, but later I realized it was just a formality; inside, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. We met that day, had a simple meal, and then I went home. We talked a lot about him, and afterwards he told me a lot about how he had missed me over the years. I also told him that my feelings for him had always remained. That damned husband saw our messages and started teasing me again.
Later, I would obediently show my husband our chat history every day, and after each meeting, we would snuggle in bed and talk about my feelings. That damn man actually spanked my bottom hard once during sex.
In two months, Lei and I probably met about five or six times, and the feelings gradually deepened. The way we acted also kept changing, from simply chatting at the beginning to holding hands and walking on the street, hugging and watching movies, and kissing passionately downstairs at home. I slowly felt as if I had returned to that innocent girlhood, and it felt so real. We both let go of our inner struggles and concerns, and enjoyed this precious time together. All of this was a gift from my spendthrift husband, and thinking about it made me incredibly happy.
Just last week, after watching a movie with Lei, he took me home. Downstairs, we kissed passionately for a good 20 minutes, as usual. Gradually, he started to get physical, and I just half-heartedly resisted. Then I realized Lei was trying to take off my shirt, so I immediately stopped him. But he carried me to the stairwell and begged me to go to a hotel with him. I really didn't want to take that step, but I couldn't help giving him my upper body in the stairwell. That tenderness felt so real. Finally, seeing Lei's eager and adorable face, I couldn't resist giving him oral sex. That night, my husband surprisingly gave in three times! We're such cute little gluttons, hehe!
Until yesterday, after a week of persuasion and enticement from my husband, I invited Lei home. Of course, my husband went out to drink with friends—drinking was just an excuse, his real purpose was to create opportunities for us. I cooked as usual, but this time it was for this person I love, someone I don't even know how to define. We drank red wine, chatted, and became intimate. When he carried me to bed, I felt a urge to struggle. It wasn't that I disliked Lei's appearance, but I didn't want to have sex with him in my husband's and my bed. In the end, we went to the sofa in the living room. After Lei left that night, I felt a different kind of warmth in the house. But lying in my husband's arms, I knew it was all real, so real, so unbelievable! Thank you, Lei, for your love, and thank you even more to my husband for everything...

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