I fucked her until she climaxed in front of my beautiful husband.

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I talked to a young couple for a long time. They had made a huge decision. Let me briefly explain their situation:
they've been married for four years, and their sex life is considered fulfilling… well, fulfilling is hard to define, but basically, they still have sex every week, without the stereotypical signs of frigidity or boredom.
The reason they came to me for a spa treatment was because her husband loves browsing pornographic websites. After seeing some spa and threesome stories, he started teasing them in bed. It's just fun, and he really wanted to try it, feeling both nervous and excited.
They're a very ordinary couple; the husband is a junior manager at a private company, and the wife is a housewife. Basically, like any couple, they have no taboos about each other; they watch porn, try some tricks during sex—sexual fantasies or using sex toys, and they also read erotic novels online…
Anyway, it all started with the husband secretly posting a request for a mistress online. His wife found out and they had a fight. She felt insulted; he's already thirty and still doing this kind of nonsense. The husband said it was just for fun! Who says you have to agree to anything? Unexpectedly, there were quite a few respondents, but none of them were actually couples; most were single people trying to take advantage.

The husband showed his wife all their chat history. During that time, he had sex almost every day, and his wife felt particularly aroused. But honestly, even her husband admitted that arranging a meeting wasn't as simple as depicted in pornographic novels… He could believe in extramarital affairs, but to just casually arrange a meeting, to arrange a threesome or group sex—was it that easy? Who would dare choose a complete stranger based on just a few chats on QQ? Regardless of looks, weight, etc., what if the other person blackmails you afterward? Would you lose face with your friends?
During the massage and chat, the woman talked to me a lot! Finally, I asked why she thought of going to a spa.
She said that one day in bed, her husband mysteriously said, "How about we go for a massage?" He had heard this from a chat friend; several shady men would ramble on about things they'd heard from others, but who knows if it's true or not. I ignored him at the time, telling him her husband was impulsive and would forget about it quickly after the excitement wore off… But this time, her husband kept bringing it up, saying it was just a massage, not necessarily something more.

I think it was also for safety reasons; safety is always a woman's first priority. With her husband around, the masseuse was paid for, and checking into a hotel was convenient… Most importantly, I couldn't bring myself to actually have sex with another man. Fantasizing is fine, having occasional thoughts is okay, but in real life, it would be suicidal. Her husband kept pestering her, and I felt the same way—nervous, excited, and expectant!

Actually, every woman has this thought of having a fling with another man, not because she doesn't love her husband or isn't sexually satisfied, but simply because she wants a thrilling adventure. Adventure is one thing, but it must be within controllable limits; if it goes beyond that, the consequences are unimaginable.
Although it's hard to accept, it's actually very exciting. Initially, there's guilt—think about a strange man in front of your husband…that feeling afterwards. If your husband doesn't care at all, and even pretends to be the masseuse every time you have sex afterward, the thrill is even greater than the massage itself. So, if your husband is open-minded enough, I suggest you give it a try, just a half-service. You can't force anything.

Her husband found several masseuses and asked her to choose, but she didn't want to participate in the discussion at all. Just thinking about getting a massage made her incredibly nervous. In the end, her husband let her choose herself because he was afraid she'd change her mind later. She chose me after looking at photos and chat logs because I looked quite respectable and refined. He also thought my "weapon" was big enough, much bigger than his, and she genuinely wanted to experience it, but was too embarrassed to say so. At least her impression of him was that I was respectable and wouldn't force her… (Looks like I look relatively safe…).
Although she felt embarrassed, her husband liked it, and—honestly—she wanted to try the pleasure of other men.

They even discussed the price. Her husband said this person was quite expensive, and charging that much might mean she was really skilled! This masseuse didn't charge a fixed time; she'd continue until you felt satisfied, and her massage technique was top-notch. When I asked if she wanted the full service, her husband said it depended on how she felt! If my wife gets the urge...

she'll excitedly warn her husband that this is the only way, and he shouldn't think of any other tricks... (Women, deep down they all want it... but they have to pretend...) The first time she suggested it, she said she wasn't too keen, but this time she even came to me. The first time it was half-hearted; actually, my wife was disappointed. The second time, she outwardly gave in, and it all fell into place naturally! She told me she was only interested in my... well, you know, online they say I'm 18, but no one dares to measure... It's not about marriage and daily life; as long as it's good in bed and pleasurable, looks don't matter. (This is the woman's honest opinion! She's so perceptive, isn't she?)

That day, I specifically wore sexy, see-through lingerie. When I arrived at the hotel, her husband texted me, but I didn't see it at the time. We hadn't arranged a specific date beforehand, and I wasn't prepared. Her husband just called me directly… telling me the address and room number. Afraid of being stood up, I even called the hotel to ask if room 1807 was booked, and if not, to reserve it for me. The hotel said it was already booked… So I packed my things and rushed over. We were out of ginger essential oil, and her husband said his wife was prone to feeling cold, so I went to the store and grabbed a bottle.
I arrived shortly after. Except for the strong smell of smoke in the room, everything else was fine. While we were making love, the woman told me that she initially sat on the bed, but then thought it wouldn't be good to mess up the bed, so she sat on a chair and even tidied the sheets. In short, she was so flustered she couldn't think straight and didn't dare move. Her husband was the same, smoking one cigarette after another, filling the room with smoke; he was also very nervous.

When I knocked on the door, I practically jumped up, frantically asking her husband where I should stand. I was completely at a loss. She said her husband only said in a low voice, "I love you! Don't be nervous, just be comfortable." (Thumbs up, what a good husband!) His words relieved half of her tension, but the other half still felt like she was about to have a heart attack; I could clearly hear her heart pounding!

I'm a fairly robust person, even a little chubby. She was shy and kept her head down, so she didn't dare to see my face clearly, but I felt okay. She asked me, "You know, women judge men by their feelings, the most important thing is the feeling; if the feeling is right, then it's right." When I entered, she stood at the farthest corner of the bed from the door, trying to force a smile... saying my voice was very nice, and greeting me. I asked her what her name was. She was too nervous to say a word. Her husband replied, "Just call her Lingling!"

I picked up my bag and took out a bottle of essential oils. I then asked her, "Would you like to take a shower first?"

Still, she couldn't utter a word! Her husband said he had just showered. (During our conversation, I asked her if she was shy and unsure of herself. She said she had showered before going out, but thinking about what she was going to do later, she felt she should shower again... Now I have to face a man... What if you mean you want to shower with me? Thinking about this, I suddenly felt hot all over, almost unable to stand up. Talk? Just kill me!)

Then I said to her, "Let's take off your clothes first." I took a bath towel and laid it out, saying she could just lie on it. She blushed and took off her outer clothes, revealing her transparent underwear. At this moment, her husband and I stared at her; she had a great figure! Before we knew it, both her husband and I had erections. She lay down on the bath towel, and I took two pillows, positioning her face between them. I also took out a bath towel and a disposable towel, and gently covered her with the bath towel. As I covered her, I deliberately ran my fingers along her thighs and back. Her body trembled; she seemed particularly sensitive. Her husband said, "My teacher is very ticklish, so..." (He even defended his wife). I hummed in agreement and said, "That's normal, it's her first time," and we exchanged a knowing smile.

I whispered in her ear, "Lingling,... um! Do you mind if I give you my clothes? The essential oil will get dirty." While I was waiting for a response...
She took off her bra herself… and then stopped, probably hesitating. When I asked her, she said she hesitated for a moment when taking off her underwear… not because she was hesitant about whether she should take it off or not, but since she was there and they were there, there was no reason not to. She was thinking that my movements would be clearly visible through the thin sheet, and she wanted to know how to do it elegantly… Then she asked me if my movements were ugly when I took them off. I said no, I was very ladylike and elegant!
She said that although she was covered by the sheet, she was completely naked, and she felt a mix of fear, nervousness, excitement, and anticipation. But the sheet only needed to be lifted slightly… After taking out her underwear, I handed it to her husband. He came over, kissed her cheek, and then sat down on a chair next to her, crossed his legs, and continued smoking. She
told me she was very nervous when I took off my clothes, gripping the pillow tightly. She glanced at me and saw that I wasn't completely naked, still wearing my underwear. I asked her what she saw. She said my buttocks weren't big, but they looked powerful against my body. They felt very bulging and looked very large.
I slowly lifted a bath towel and said, "You have a great figure, and your skin is so fair. Your husband is so lucky!"
Although she didn't respond, I could clearly feel that she wasn't so tense anymore.

I first massaged her shoulders very gently, asking in her ear if the pressure hurt or if I was being too forceful. She said it felt very comfortable! Seeing how relaxed she was, it was truly comfortable, so comfortable that she almost wanted to fall asleep…
My hands started moving down to her back. It was fine when I massaged her shoulders, but when I got to her back, she twitched. I asked her if it tickled. "Your husband said you're ticklish." She shifted her body slightly, and I whispered, "Ticklish?" She softly hummed in response. I said, "Everyone gets ticklish; it's a process, and it will stop tickling eventually."
My hands continued massaging as they slowly moved down, and when I reached her waist, she burst out laughing. Hearing her laugh, I laughed too, and her husband laughed as well. The tension in the entire room vanished. She told me she was ticklish, especially her waist… Talking to her had become a natural thing. My hands left her waist and slid to her buttocks. First, I poured some lotion on her buttocks and started massaging it. I slowly moved towards her genitals, teasingly touching them. She didn't resist when I touched her, just wiggled her hips.
She looked both nervous and expectant. My hands moved down from her buttocks and started pressing her legs. Her legs were more sensitive. I felt the time was right, so I suddenly started gently massaging my feet and said, "Your legs are so beautiful, so white and slender, so beautiful. I almost don't want to let you press them anymore, I want to admire them a little longer..." She said, "You're so annoying..."

Then I started kissing her legs, even touching her cheeks with my hands on her insteps, as if I had discovered the most beautiful treasure in the world... At first, she resisted and tried to pull away, but I immediately pulled her back, kissing her. I could feel my tongue exploring between her toes...
She wiggled excitedly, and later told me she was very moved, that I was the first person to kiss her feet.
She said women are truly "developed," and that's absolutely true. From the first time we held hands, to my first kiss and caresses with my husband, I still remember the shock I felt when I first touched his penis. Women rarely know what they want or don't want; they need a good man to guide them. We are not as rough as men; women are independent like cats. At that moment, I was completely immersed in a feeling of being moved, and didn't even notice my hand moving towards my genitals. My hand was large, but very delicate; it didn't directly violate that most intimate place, but simply stroked back and forth between her thighs, occasionally brushing against her cleft and immediately moving away, almost imperceptibly. I felt my whole body go numb. An indescribable, never-before-seen feeling; I only knew
that a gentle man was touching me… My hand slowly covered her genitals, completely covering them and gently kneading, like a guardian angel. After a while, my fingers began to probe inside and outside the cleft, slowly touching her clitoris, just lightly brushing it. At that moment, she let out a soft cry;
I realized she was already aroused, and my fingers easily slid and teased her. She shrank back, arching her hips, but I remained calm and unhurried. The first pleasure came slowly; besides gripping the sheets tightly, she was helpless.
Afterward, she told me that the overwhelming pleasure was relentless, not like the waves people describe, but more like a tsunami—you never know where it will end! My hands were so light, penetrating her so naturally. I could hear the wetness, like waves crashing against rocks… She tried to remain silent, but her body wouldn't cooperate. She wanted to roll, to leap, but her body was downward, a sense of powerlessness rising within her. Besides trying to raise her hips as high as possible to meet the pressure, she was helpless.
She said she never knew she could be so wet; it was like a dam bursting, unstoppable. Actually, no sex was needed, no action was required. Now, recalling the wanton sounds her lower body made, her heart felt like it was going to explode, her face burning.
Then my hand left, and suddenly I felt a void. My hand was also off the sheets. If it weren't for the sheets and pillows I had to hold onto, I would have screamed with all my might…

I turned her around. I didn't know if she was ashamed or excited. She secretly glanced at her husband, then took the blanket and covered her face, waiting for my next move. Suddenly, she grabbed my penis through her underwear and slowly started stroking it. I knowingly took off my underwear and placed my penis beside her. She grabbed it again, her eyes glazed over, wanting an orgasm…

I leaned closer, kissing her nipples and groping them. I gently stroked her breasts, occasionally lightly touching her nipples. Her nipples were very sensitive; every time I touched one, her whole body trembled, like the trembling during ejaculation!

My face moved closer, and she suddenly had an urge to kiss me. Her mouth unconsciously moved towards my face, but I pulled away.

I gently nibbled on her earlobe… heavy breathing filled her ear, and she began to writhe. I noticed her earlobe was even more sensitive. I asked her if she liked it. She couldn't help but say, "I want you so much, I love it!" I then asked if she wanted me to fuck her. She held back, so I kissed her earlobe and neck again, continuing to ask, "Do you love me?" She whispered, "Yes!" I said, "Do you love me?" She said, "I really want you to put it in, please put it in quickly, I can't take it anymore!" I took my penis and rubbed it against her waist, it was very hard… I deliberately rubbed back and forth, but didn't attack her genitals! I reached for her genitals with one hand and gently stroked her hair with the other, saying, "You're so beautiful, really so beautiful…" I couldn't control myself from going in, and she grabbed my penis, saying, "It's so big, I want it so much, give it to me quickly." I gently pushed her legs apart and began to kiss her lower body.
I gently pushed her legs completely apart, and her entire genitals were now open before my eyes. My tongue swirled around her clitoris, and her moans came in waves. With each climax, she began to groan unrestrainedly,
moaning, "I want more, more, fuck me!"
She seemed almost breathless… I returned to her ear. The intertwined pleasures, various sensations, I kissed her… one hand on her nipple, the other on her genitals, sometimes patting, sometimes teasing her clitoris, she always screamed! She stroked my penis with one hand, the other holding me…
At first, she only touched it gently, feeling the throbbing of my penis, its thickness. Slowly, she began to go wild, rubbing and kneading recklessly…
I continued kissing her, my hand slipping inside her vagina. With each movement of my fingers, she became more and more excited, twisting her hips forcefully on the bed, moaning and panting.

She arched her back, almost instantly reaching another climax. Almost a spray, the sheets were soaked! I doubt she even knows how many orgasms she and her husband have experienced together...
I gestured for her husband to come over, but she kept her eyes closed and didn't dare to look. Her husband looked down and asked her if she wanted the full package... Her eyes were glazed over as if she were pleading with her husband. He asked again, but she didn't answer.
Her husband gave me an OK sign, and I started kissing her, then climbed on top of her… My massive body pressed down on her, rubbing my penis against her inner thighs.
I slowly rubbed against her vulva and clitoris, rubbing and rubbing. Her vaginal fluid kept flowing down, her vulva was open, waiting, anticipating. I knew her body was ready. I deliberately teased her slowly from bottom to top with my penis, flicking it against her clitoris. She grasped my penis and thrust it in without hesitation. She cried out, and I clearly felt her vagina being breached by a force; a hard, large penis was inserted into her vaginal opening. It was incredibly tight! Perhaps because she hadn't given birth before, I could feel the glans scraping against the vaginal walls, and
she groaned loudly!
I felt that just the glans was enough, enough to bring her to an unprecedented peak, enough to fulfill all her fantasies.
Amid her continuous moans, I slowly thrust in and out, very shallowly, the head of my penis just inside before withdrawing, moving back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, maintaining a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Suddenly, she pushed me away, her whole body trembling. With a gush of vaginal discharge, a large amount of semen spurted out. She convulsed and curled up, and I held her from behind for almost a minute.
Her husband came over and kissed her, saying, "I love you, I'm here, as long as you're comfortable."
Her husband continued to kiss me and began the next stage of her orgasm, thrusting all the way in each time, each time clearly feeling the penetration to the cervix, each thrust accompanied by a loud scream.

Afterwards, she told me that the feeling of being penetrated by a stranger was really pleasurable, like being forced into rape, even though it was voluntary, it still felt like rape, being forcibly penetrated. Of course, it depends on luck, that is, whether there is a man who truly loves you willing to be with you... I felt nothing, although the sounds of water from my lower body were still there, and I could feel that penis I had just been infatuated with thrusting inside me. But sex isn't just about gentleness...

She and her husband kissed as if it were a life-or-death farewell, a kiss that felt like they were giving their all. She hugged her husband and kissed him passionately, as if atonement… A strange penis was still forcefully thrusting into her lower body, the feeling was incredibly new!

Suddenly, her husband pushed her away, quickly took off his clothes, and she swallowed his penis, sucking it hard. With his penis in her mouth, another penis was inserted into her lower body; we were having a threesome.
Suddenly, her husband recoiled and said, "I can't take it anymore…" and then ejaculated…

Her husband kissed her earlobe, and I kept twisting my hips, letting my penis occupy every part of her vagina. I asked her if it felt good, and she said it felt very good, faster, she wanted more! I increased the frequency of my thrusts, thrusting for about 2 minutes, and she had another orgasm, her legs trembling uncontrollably… My penis suddenly pulled out, and a scream filled every corner.

Her husband gently patted her, and she rolled over. Her husband held her buttocks; I knew I needed her to lift up so I could enter from behind, probably this was her and her husband's favorite position.

Her husband inserted himself, but didn't move. She twisted her hips, saying, "Husband, fuck me hard! Fuck me to death..." Then her husband slowly began to thrust in and out...!

I just gently stroked my hair, touching it lightly, doing nothing. His condom had been removed, and his penis was dangling, not as magnificent as before. It wasn't completely shrunken; the length remained the same, but it was soft, and his testicles hung there weakly and helplessly.

Her husband shouted as he thrust: "Eat his, Lingling, you eat his."

I straightened my body, my penis right in front of her, but she couldn't take it in no matter how hard she tried, her body swaying during the thrusting... All she could do was grab it, but even grabbing it was so difficult. She had to support herself with one hand and hold my penis with the other. My penis quickly hardened in her hand, so hard... She greedily sucked on my penis.

"Do you like it?" I asked. Without hesitation, she shouted: "I like it!" She just screamed desperately, trying to shout out all her desires. Her husband's thrusts intensified, one climax after another. As he pumped my penis, it slapped against my face—it felt so good! She cried out, "Fuck!" Her husband's pace quickened, the climax overwhelming her. A thick, hard penis swayed before her eyes. She screamed, "It's a penis! Such a big penis! Fuck me, I want a big penis to fuck me..."
Her husband pulled out at the last second, his hot semen filling her buttocks.

She collapsed, panting, feeling her husband gently wiping her back with a tissue, his touch tender. My penis lay before her, still erect...

She reached out and touched it, just lightly, not intentionally, but because it was right in front of her.

She slightly propped herself up, tilted her head back, and kissed the glans! She didn't actually suck it, just used her tongue... The glans was gently touched, circling around it. Her penis twitched a few times, and she couldn't resist taking it all in her mouth, feeling it throb in her mouth. The most beautiful, most exquisite glans seemed to swell even more.

Her husband lay beside me, watching me with a smile. I knew he wanted to see her eat, and the flames of desire that had just died down reignited in his eyes. So she ate even more enthusiastically, trying to stuff the whole thing into her mouth, pull it out, and then put it back in. Sometimes I held it in my hand, punishing the unruly glans with my tongue, watching it swell until it couldn't grow any larger. "Do

you like it?" her husband asked softly. She couldn't answer with it in her mouth, yet she didn't want to spit it out, so she could only nod while holding it, silently shouting, "I like it so much! I like it so much!" That must be the source of a man's charm.

Her husband asked, "Want more?" "Yes, of course I want more! I want to use my own penis to fuck this thick penis to death!" She spat out my penis, pushed me down immediately, and couldn't wait even a second. That empty feeling in her vagina needed to be filled with sex, so she eagerly mounted me… She first grabbed my throbbing penis, looking at her husband, who was smiling at her. She sat down. This time, we didn't use a condom because her mind was blank except for that penis. It was so sudden, I didn't have time to react.

She screamed, "So full, so full!" and frantically moved up and down, using every last bit of her strength. She lifted her hips and then slammed them down, each time penetrating deep inside me, hitting her cervix. I don't know how long it took before an orgasm gushed from her lower body as she pulled out my penis. A warm stream sprayed from her vagina onto my stomach. She lay on top of me, panting, panting incessantly… It

was so wet; she was practically sitting on a huge puddle of sticky, wet love juice and semen, my pubic hair mingling with hers.

She was trembling. She dragged herself forward to kiss me, cupping my face and searching the soul of this stranger. I discovered she was actually infatuated with my penis!

She hugged me tightly, wanting to stuff herself entirely into my body. I lifted her up by the waist, laying her flat on her back. She spread her legs wide, to their maximum limit, waiting for me to fuck her with my penis. When I entered, she cried out, screaming! Oh! She thrust her buttocks towards me, the sound of our bodies colliding almost drowning out the entire room. She wanted me to fuck her, to fuck her hard, without any mercy.

I kept thrusting into her, holding her legs, exposing her entire genitals, as if to give me her most precious place, to let me see it clearly. Her vagina was there, she could do whatever she wanted with me, she just wanted me to fuck her hard. I thrust hard, and she kept swaying her upper body from side to side, she wanted freedom, to have that freedom she had never had before. She thought the sex had reached its limit, but it hadn't; another orgasm came, again and again.

She screamed, "Fuck me, please!" It was the only plea I could muster, the only thing she wanted. Then I sped up, my entire penis seemingly inside her, and I felt it throb inside her. She knew I'd ejaculated, all inside her. She grabbed my neck, wanting me to press down on her, wanting my semen to melt inside her, to let my raging torrent surge within me.

I leaned against the headboard, while she sat in my lap, playing with my adorable penis. Her husband sat opposite us… Tired, everyone was tired, and it was all over. We were smiling at each other now.

Jealous? She asked her husband, looking him in the eyes. I'm sitting on him right now, look at him, I really like him, I like having him inside me! No! Her husband's smile vanished, his expression turning serious
. I want you to be happy, to go crazy, to have everything. Otherwise, why did you marry me? Mine hardened again. She turned around, kissed me, then hugged my strong neck and lifted her hips. Half-squatting, she took the hard glans into her wet vagina, her love juices flowing again, the glans throbbing inside her. She turned to her husband and asked, "So, how about this?" Her husband smiled and nodded...

She suddenly sat down, letting the entire penis penetrate her. She paused for a while, until she controlled her emotions. She slowly leaned back into her husband's arms and said, "My vagina is filled with someone else's big penis! It's so big, it's so itchy inside my vagina, I want him to fuck me, let his big penis be inside my vagina for you to see, okay... Will you kiss me? I want you to kiss me!" His penis was inside, very deep, and she almost frowned as she said this. "

I like it when someone else fucks you, just because you like it!" Her husband kissed her, and she lay in his arms, her legs draped over his shoulders, watching with him my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Her husband was outside alone, and it was just the two of us in the bathroom. She was carefully washing every inch of my skin with the showerhead. As she knelt on the floor, touching my thigh, a touch of sadness welled up inside me… It was time to part ways; she was leaving. I helped her up, groping her body, trying to find something to hold onto as a memento. My penis pressed against her lower abdomen, so warm and hard.

She knelt on the floor, sucking my penis, swallowing it all the way down her throat, the shower water spraying. The bathroom was separated by frosted glass; though not transparent, one could probably see shadows inside… Perhaps her husband knew what I was doing, perhaps not.

Honestly, I really wanted to make love to her alone, in the most private setting, without anyone disturbing us.
“Just one more time, please? Just one more time!” she pleaded, looking up at me.

I lifted her up, suspending her in mid-air, my entire penis inside her. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck… and then she cried. She didn't make a sound, silently enduring the pleasure, accepting the end of an extraordinary encounter. She reached climax almost immediately, trying to believe she could make me remember her this way, the woman who had once clung to me. As

I was about to leave after taking the money, she asked for my contact information. I took out a pen and said I would leave my phone number on her thigh. (Her husband agreed.) She then lifted her skirt, revealing the thigh I had just touched. After I left, she and her husband did it again. In fact, they didn't leave the hotel until the next day. She had forgotten how many times we had been together that day and called me to tell me.
This is a girl from Fujian living in Jinan with her husband. We met up a few more times afterward. When her husband went on a business trip, she asked me to accompany her. I asked if her husband knew, and he said he already considered me his second husband. He said as long as she was happy, that he felt guilty because I had other women outside. When we met alone, her husband would video chat and watch us, and they still maintain the relationship.
This is my favorite girl, and the couple is very happy, so I'm recording this!

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