This is how I came to enjoy making friends (Part 4)

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Although my husband didn't object, he didn't seem as aroused as before. He held my hand and watched me and Zhang Shuai make love. My husband pulled me onto him, and Zhang Shuai got up and penetrated me from behind. My husband kissed me and whispered in my ear, "I'm jealous." Zhang Shuai didn't hear me and continued to thrust into me from behind, but this time the lovemaking felt a bit dull. I could clearly sense my husband's discomfort, and I didn't feel any excitement either. I cooperated with Zhang Shuai, hoping he would ejaculate quickly. I let Zhang Shuai ejaculate on my buttocks and back, but I didn't give him oral sex. Zhang Shuai ejaculated a lot on my buttocks and back. I got up to take a shower. When I finished, Zhang Shuai was already dressed. Zhang Shuai told me he had something to do and left. My husband told me that he had made Zhang Shuai leave because he was jealous. He said he couldn't stand seeing me and Zhang Shuai making love so happily. I asked, "Do you still love me?" My husband said yes. I said, "Then we won't mess around anymore." My husband said okay.
After returning home, my husband still frequently asked me about the details of our sex life. This precious experience with Zhang Shuai had revitalized our relationship. Although he later became jealous, he still got very excited whenever he talked about my lovemaking with Zhang Shuai. He often described my expressions and body during sex, then recreated Zhang Shuai's position to bring me to orgasm. I played along, calling out Zhang Shuai's name and saying things like, "Let Zhang Shuai fuck me hard," "I like being penetrated by him," "I like him ejaculating inside me," and "I want to give him a son," among other lewd things. My husband always got excited hearing this and called me a little slut. My husband asked if it felt really good when Zhang Shuai was with me. He suggested we have sex with Zhang Shuai again, but I said no, afraid he'd get jealous again. My husband apologized, saying he'd finally found someone who satisfied his wife, but hadn't made her feel good enough yet. He begged me several times, saying this every time we made love. I couldn't resist him and said, "Just once," and he agreed. But things didn't go as planned. Zhang Shuai was always busy, or perhaps he was still upset about being kicked out by my husband last time, and he couldn't come over.
My husband continued chatting with men online, but very few were truly suitable. Some he lost interest at first glance, and those who seemed nice sometimes lacked sincerity in their conversations. Finally, we met someone who seemed alright, but when we met, he forcibly kissed me while my husband went to the hotel bar to get something. He also had bad breath, which I firmly rejected, and my husband was very disappointed. Another man showed up, but he couldn't get an erection. I was naked on the bed, and he touched me for hours, leaving me wet, but I didn't feel any pleasure.
My husband suggested we find someone more experienced, and I lowered my standards; I was even okay with someone not being handsome. Then, I saw a post about someone's experience, and my husband added him and started chatting. We video chatted; he wasn't handsome, but he looked healthy and was quite tall. Most importantly, he said he liked me on the video and was very smooth-talking. My husband tried to dissuade me several times, and I also felt it was really hard to find someone truly suitable, so I agreed to meet him. His name was Bao Lei. There's definitely a difference between real people and videos. We went to see him that night, first for dinner at a very ordinary restaurant he chose, which suited his personality. He always used a lot of profanity and catchphrases, which I didn't like. My husband and he didn't have much to talk about either; it felt like the trip was purely for sex. After dinner, we went to a hotel he'd booked, a budget hotel, probably with poor soundproofing because I could hear people talking in the room from the hallway.
I started to have second thoughts and told my husband we shouldn't do it anymore; I was a little scared. My husband persuaded me that it was just once, and we should leave afterward, since they'd already booked a room. I reluctantly agreed, but when we got to the room, Bao Lei asked, "Who's going to go first?" His directness made me feel really bad; I felt like a prostitute. Although I was indeed there for physical satisfaction, I liked the slow-burning dynamic with Zhang Shuai and felt respected. I said I didn't want to do it anymore; I was in a bad mood. My husband knew why and apologized to them. Surprisingly, Bao Lei was quite understanding, saying it was okay, women tend to have more concerns, and we could talk about it again when we were more prepared. My husband offered to pay the room fee to Bao Lei, but Bao Lei refused. He said we should just chat, since the room fee had already been paid. Because we weren't going to do anything, my tense mood immediately relaxed. Although Bao Lei continued to swear, his generosity earlier made me feel a little better about him. Bao Lei is currently single; his wife divorced him because of his womanizing, but he seems quite content.
He told us about his past experiences, talking about all sorts of couples. He said he'd been with more than a dozen couples, which I found strange as to how he could find so many. We sat opposite each other on separate beds. When my husband went to the bathroom, he took my hands. He was very tall, and I felt a sense of pressure and fear around him, but he was very gentle. Although he spoke rudely, he seemed to care for women, gently holding my small hand in his large one. He said he especially liked me, especially after seeing me on video, saying my lips were particularly sexy. He said he had already planned how to make me feel good before we met, and asked why I didn't give him a chance. I said, "Next time, okay?" He kissed my cheek and said okay. The sound of my husband flushing the toilet made me realize he had let go of my hand and resumed his sitting position as he had before leaving. We chatted for a while longer before leaving.
It was supposed to be a disappointing experience, and my husband was quite disappointed. When he got home that night, he asked me what Bao Lei and I had said when he went to the bathroom. I said Bao Lei kissed me, and my husband asked if it felt good. Actually, it was just a quick kiss on the cheek; it wasn't exactly pleasurable, but I teased him by saying it did. My husband asked why I objected. I said I guess it was because I felt pressured by him. This could have been the end of it, but fate had other plans. Making friends in the same city can be risky, but thankfully, he wasn't a bad person.
Here's what happened: our company was converting a warehouse into offices, and I was in charge of liaising with the construction company. Unexpectedly, the foreman turned out to be him. He was surprised too, but very enthusiastic towards me. I was terrified, afraid he would tell everyone. When we were alone, he secretly told me that he wouldn't tell anyone and that I shouldn't worry. When I got home, I told my husband what happened. He was shocked too, but he was still quite aroused during sex that night. He asked if he would want to have sex with me again. I said I didn't know. My husband asked if I would resist if he wanted to have sex. I teased him and said no, what if he was dissatisfied and told others? Besides, he wasn't as unpleasant as he seemed; maybe we were actually quite comfortable together. My husband then playfully teased me.
The next day, I was on my way home from work when I received a call from Bao Lei. I had a feeling something was going to happen. Bao Lei said he had encountered some problems with the renovation and asked me to come over. I knew in my heart that it probably wasn't a real renovation problem, but I thought, what if it is? So I went over hesitantly. Sure enough, when I got there, the company had cut off the power for safety reasons, and he was the only one there. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he wanted to talk to me. I was a little scared in the dark, so I said I'd talk about it tomorrow and I had to go. He pulled me by the hand, and my heart was pounding. I was afraid he would hurt me, but I couldn't break free, and he held me in his arms. I told him I was scared, and he asked what I was scared of. Actually, I didn't know what I was scared of—was I afraid he would take advantage of me? Actually, I was also a little excited. I said I was afraid my husband would find out. He said it was okay, my husband agreed. I asked when, and he said he told him online. I was so angry! You bad husband, colluding with an outsider to sell your wife! He touched and kissed me, making me want it too, but I was afraid the security guards or company people would see us, and we didn't have condoms. I discussed with him finding a safe place. He said he'd finally caught me, what if I ran away? I promised him I wouldn't run away. He said he could do it a few times first, then leave. I discussed it with him for a long time, but he still wanted it. I was afraid we'd be discovered if it took too long, so I agreed. I unzipped my pants, leaned against the carpenter's table, turned my back to him, and told him to hurry up. I blushed as I said it, actually begging someone to hurry. He came in from behind, it was very exciting, I almost screamed.
His heavy breathing made me think he was scared too, or perhaps he was very excited. He thrust into me forcefully, his body slamming against my buttocks with a few loud slaps. I was terrified, afraid that people outside would hear, because the door wasn't locked, and I couldn't lock it from the inside. I quickly turned around and hugged him. He said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, everyone's gone." I listened carefully to the outside, still worried. Suddenly, the phone rang, startling me. It was my husband calling, asking when I'd be home. Our little one was also urging me on the phone. I told Bao Lei I couldn't go, that something had happened at home and I had to go back. Bao Lei clung to me, refusing to let me leave, so I had to coax him, saying I'd definitely spend time with him next time. Finally free, my heart was still pounding on the way home. After escaping "danger," I thought about what had just happened, about the feeling—a strange mix of excitement and a rebellious, transgressive feeling.
When we got home, after a flurry of activity with pots and pans, it was already past 9 pm. My husband hasn't been very sexually active lately, and my needs aren't frequent either, but today, after being teased by Bao Lei, I started to feel a bit aroused. A little teasing from him, and he gave in, haha. I asked my husband if he and Bao Lei had conspired to get him to sleep with me. He said no, explaining that he hadn't contacted Bao Lei much because I didn't like him, and asked why I was asking. I said, "Bao Lei said that, but he's probably lying to me, so I didn't believe him." My husband teased me, saying that Bao Lei was very capable and knew how to have fun, and suggested I let him give me some pleasure. I said, "Aren't you jealous?" He said that as long as I was comfortable, it was fine. I teased him, saying, "Why don't you just give in to him?" He agreed. After we finished, he said, "Don't mess around." I asked why, and he said, "If we didn't know each other, it wouldn't matter. But Bao Lei works for your company now, and if word gets out, our reputation will be ruined." I knew all along, but the problem was we'd already had a near threesome with Bao Lei, we just hadn't actually done it. If he wanted to, he could have just said it. Actually, this was something I'd always worried about. I didn't want to get too close to Bao Lei, but I was afraid he'd be unhappy. It was a difficult situation.
After that, whenever I saw Bao Lei, I felt a little scared and embarrassed, so I always avoided meeting him. Bao Lei always wanted to talk to me, but I always avoided him. A few days later, he called me and asked if I was going back on my word. I said, "No, I'm embarrassed at work." Then one weekend, after I'd finished taking care of the baby, my husband was reading in bed, and I was getting ready for bed, Bao Lei called. He loudly said he missed me and asked why I was avoiding him. I said no, and he said, "Don't fucking lie to me, do you think I can't tell?" I could tell he'd been drinking. He asked me to come out that night to talk, but I refused and hung up. I was scared, scared he might do something unexpected, and scared he'd tell everyone about me. I told my husband, and he felt the same way. Later, he suggested I come with him and talk things out. I was afraid they'd get into a fight, and my husband would obviously be no match for him. If the police got involved, everything would be exposed. We decided I'd just go once; he couldn't do anything to me then. At
worst, I'd have to use my body. My husband brought me condoms and made sure my phone was on. When I went, I felt a bit like I was going to my doom. I was scared, but not entirely scared; I don't know how to describe it. He mentioned a hotel, which I didn't know. I took a taxi there, but it turned out to be a restaurant. It was crowded. I called him, and he stood up and invited me over, his face flushed from drinking. He introduced me as his girlfriend, a high-level white-collar worker. I awkwardly greeted everyone at the table. After chatting for a while, I learned that his friends were teasing him about his wife marrying someone else, and since he was still single, he'd made me his replacement. Since he was calling her his "girlfriend," he acted like a real man, taking good care of me. Although he was rude, I could tell he cared for women. My earlier tension quickly dissipated. My husband called me a while later, and I told him not to worry, I was eating and everything was fine.
He'd drunk quite a bit and finished eating. Because of me, his "girlfriend," his friends stopped bothering him. He told me his car was behind him and he'd drive me home, but I thought I'd better not. I went out and hailed a taxi for him. The driver asked where he was going, but he couldn't say. I was about to just leave. But seeing how he was in the car, I thought about it and got in with him, sitting next to him. I couldn't find out where he lived, so I found him a hotel to stay in. After that, he didn't bother me, and I left. I was incredibly nervous when I left home, but now I'm incredibly relaxed.
On the way home, I told my husband I was back. When I got home, he asked me how it went, and I told him the truth. He breathed a sigh of relief .
My husband told me to try to have less contact with Bao Lei. I said, "Then why did you arrange to have sex with him?" He said things are different now, and it's better to have less contact. But my husband is such a contradictory person. He says that all the time, but when it comes to sex, he wants me to have sex with someone else. I've met a few people online, but I haven't really liked any of them. I told my husband that if he liked her, he should go find Bao Lei. My husband said, "Didn't you say you didn't like him? What if you change your mind later?" I said I felt okay now, and it shouldn't happen. But what upset me the most was that my husband actually told me to talk to Bao Lei. I asked my husband why he liked having sex with one woman while two men were together. He said what excited him most was watching me being penetrated by other men; it aroused him, and the more pleasure I got, the more excited he became. I laughed at him for being a pervert, and he said he just liked it, and thanked me for being such a good wife.
When the office renovation at my workplace was almost finished, I asked him to meet me at the construction site after work to discuss the renovation. When no one was around, he would start touching me inappropriately, and I usually stood up to him. Today, it was just the two of us, and he came again. I refused, and he said, "You little slut, you're always hooking up with me but won't let me have you. One day I'll rape you." I told him I wanted to have sex with my husband, and he said okay, but he wanted to do it with me first today. I disagreed, and he tried to forcibly take off my clothes. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't. I was facing away from the newly installed partition-style office chair. During the struggle, he pushed me down onto the desk. I kicked him, and he used his legs to trap me between the desk partitions, making it impossible for me to move. He had large hands; one hand grabbed both of mine, while the other groped my body. He was very rough, and I cried out of fear, but I dared not make a sound, afraid someone would hear. I just wept. He had already unbuttoned my clothes, pushed up my bra, and pulled my pants down to my knees. He said, "You little slut, don't cry yet. I'll make you feel good in a bit." I said, "I don't want to, let me go." He touched my genitals and said, "You're already this wet, and you're still pretending." At this point, I was afraid of being seen, so I stopped resisting and lay on the desk to let him in. He was too forceful; my head kept hitting the desk partitions. I could only hold onto the edge of the desk tightly, afraid to scream, biting my lip. He didn't bring a condom, and I begged him not to ejaculate inside. He then threatened me, making me call him "husband" and say lewd things. Forced into a corner, I complied, and even after saying them, I felt aroused.
Later, things got so exciting that he insisted on ejaculating inside me, so I begged him to let him ejaculate in my mouth. When he was about to ejaculate, I knelt on the floor and gave him oral sex; it was so big and wet. After we finished, I realized I was covered in sweat. Looking at my arms, I saw bruises from his scratches; I hadn't noticed them before, but now they hurt a little. I quickly packed my things and urged him to leave.
When I got home that night, my husband wasn't there. My parents had taken the baby, and I washed up and went to sleep alone. My husband came home in the middle of the night. As soon as we got into bed, I suddenly felt very wronged and cried, saying it was all his fault for making me go and tell him. My husband was surprised and hugged me, comforting me. But my perverted husband was also very curious, asking me how he did it to me and if it felt good. I said it didn't feel good at first, but it got better later. My husband asked if he would do it to me again, and I said I'd avoid him; he definitely wanted to. My perverted husband said not to do that again, as it's not good to hurt yourself. I feel like I was slept with by someone else, and my husband enjoyed it more than I did. He said he wants to watch me with Bao Lei next time, and I got angry, calling him a pervert and ignoring him, so he coaxed me. In the following days, he didn't dare mention it again when we had sex.
However, there was still some activity last week. When I came back last week, my husband was like a cat that hadn't eaten for a week seeing a small fish. During that time, he asked me to call someone, and after thinking for a long time, I only dared to call Bao Lei. Bao Lei could tell I was having sex from my voice. I chatted with him while we had sex, but my wretched husband performed terribly this time, ejaculating in less than three minutes, while I was still in the mood. I cursed my husband for being annoying and ordered him to get hard again in three minutes. Bao Lei said he should satisfy me instead, and I said if my husband didn't perform better, I would find Bao Lei to be my substitute. My husband hadn't gotten an erection after a few minutes, but he still wanted to. I lay down, and he lay on the opposite side, our legs intertwined. He tried to insert his limp penis, but it was impossible to get it in without an erection. I called Bao Lei to tell him what my husband was doing, but sadly, he still couldn't get it in. Bao Lei said he wanted to hear me moan and suggested I masturbate, but when I touched myself, although I wanted it, I didn't feel anything. My
husband was away on a business trip today. It was a bit cold, and the weather was gloomy. I was in a bad mood this morning, so I called him and asked him to come back. He said he wasn't finished yet and told me to entertain myself. I felt a bit aroused in bed this morning, naked, and suggested I ask Bao Lei for help. My husband agreed. I spent the whole day with Bao Lei. We went shopping in the morning and I bought two pieces of clothing. Bao Lei wanted to pay for me, but I refused. Later, he insisted on buying me something, so I let him buy me a pair of shoes. They weren't expensive, but they were quite pretty. In the afternoon, we went to a hotel. I like hotels; I feel more relaxed there. I've been to Bao Lei's house before, and I always feel a little uneasy there. Only in a hotel do I feel more relaxed.
My husband got home at 6 PM, and after playing with Bao Lei until 5 PM, he rushed home. He arrived before me. He found I wasn't wearing underwear, and ended up having sex with me again. Luckily, he never lasts long during sex, haha. He seems to enjoy listening to me talk about my sex with Bao Lei; he finds it more exciting than when he's inside me. Now, he prefers listening to me talk about it, saying it's more exciting than watching. He feels I don't really want to see me with Bao Lei, but I'm more passionate when he talks about it. After having sex with Bao Lei a few times before, my husband always wanted a threesome, but after one threesome, neither of us was particularly satisfied, and we stopped mentioning it. My husband tacitly approves, and even sometimes encourages me to have sex with Bao Lei, but only when I'm alone. At most, he'll ask me to record it for him, but I haven't dared.
My husband and I both find it strange; I'm his wife, yet he allows me to be with other men, and even encourages me to have sex. When I'm with Bao Lei, I feel more connected than with my husband. Sometimes I even blush when I think about what we did. How could I be so provocative? It's like I'm lacking a man, that I can do that with Bao Lei. But that's just who we are.

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