Let me do it all at once (The End)

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My husband was still asleep. While he was resting on top of me, my lower body felt a little numb. The intense pleasure and satisfaction I had just experienced hadn't even given my vagina any time to hurt; it just felt numb. My whole body felt like it was falling apart, and I lay there exhausted. I didn't even have the strength to move my arms or legs. I weakly said, "Get off me." He said, "Okay." He got off me, and I just lay there with my legs spread apart and my arms outstretched on the bed. My head was tilted back and turned towards him. In the dim light, I stared blankly at him. When he saw that my face was turned towards him, he came over, squatted down by the bed, touched my face, and said, "Sister, you've worked hard." I gently shook my head and didn't say anything. This was another misinterpretation of my message, or rather, he misunderstood me again.
He smoked a cigarette, played on his phone for a while, then pulled back the covers and came in. I thought he was going to sleep, so I tried to move my body, which felt like it was about to fall apart, to make room for him to lie down. As soon as he lay down, his hand started touching my clitoris and probing inside. I asked him in a weak voice, "Do you still want to do it?" He said yes, he hadn't ejaculated yet. I was a little scared and asked, "You didn't ejaculate just now?" He said no. After saying that, he put his hand inside my vagina and brought it to my nose for me to smell. I wanted to refuse, but before I could lift my hand, he had already put his index finger under my nose. At this point, I couldn't lift my arm, so I was forced to smell it. Yes, there was no smell of semen.
Then he put his finger inside my vagina again, while his thumb rubbed my clitoris. My numb vagina didn't feel anything at this point, but thankfully, there was still some lubrication from before, so it didn't break the skin. I wanted to refuse, but I didn't have the strength to move, and I didn't know how to tell him not to do it. Before we made plans, during our chat, he asked if I could handle spending the night. I jokingly replied, "I'm a worldly woman. I can handle two men, plus my husband—three in total. What's there to be afraid of if you're alone?"
At that moment, because my vagina was numb, I didn't feel any discomfort, nor did I feel any pleasure. Seeing that I didn't refuse, he played with my index finger for a while, then put it in his mouth and sucked on it twice. He knelt between my legs and started licking me. Since I had my legs spread, he thought I was really okay. When I trembled a few times from being licked, he pressed down on top of me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and thrust into me, reaching right up to my cervix. A sharp pain shot through me, and I gasped. He started thrusting. I lay there numb, thinking only that it would end quickly. He kept thrusting and swaying, wriggling, demonstrating all the positions he could manage. I felt like a dead fish being fried in a pan, constantly being flipped and pressed down. Being kissed and having my tongue sucked felt like adding seasoning to the fried fish. Time felt so long. He'd been tormenting me like that for at least half an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Then, he started to arouse me, and I felt a surge of pleasure. Although I felt pleasure, I didn't have the strength to reciprocate. I just wanted him to ejaculate so I could sleep. I was wet. He was supporting himself with one arm, not putting all his weight on me, so it wasn't too uncomfortable. Sigh, I just had to endure it. He'd ejaculate eventually, it would end eventually, he'd go soft eventually, I told myself.
Then my husband woke up. I was a little happy. He opened his eyes and saw us doing it, and immediately perked up, wanting to join in, touching my breasts, pulling my hand. I pushed him away, not letting him participate. My man, do you know how tired you were? Do you know how much it hurt? Do you know how much I wanted him to finish quickly? Do you understand that even though I had an orgasm, and I was full, or rather, stuffed, did I just want to go home?
Perhaps my husband waking up affected the feeling of the man on top of me. He sped up and stopped using any techniques, just pounding into my clitoris like before. I just wanted him to ejaculate and get off me, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't ejaculate...
He finally ejaculated, letting out a long sigh and panting heavily on top of me. A moment later, he went limp and fell out of me. I really didn't have the strength to support his weight. I struggled to lift my arm and push him off. Then he went to take a shower. Because my husband didn't know how much I had been through, he immediately climbed on top of me and tried to penetrate me. I squeezed my legs together to stop him. My husband looked at me and asked what was wrong, honey. I didn't answer, but tears streamed down my face as I said, "I want to go home." My husband seemed confused and asked again, "What did he do to you?" I went to ask him, saying I was going to get up to go to the bathroom. I grabbed his hand and said nothing was wrong, I just wanted to go home, and he didn't do anything to me. My husband said, "Okay, when he comes out, you go take a shower and I'll tell him we're leaving." I said I didn't want to move, and I didn't want to shower. "Okay," my husband agreed.
He came out. Since I hadn't accused him of wronging me, and he hadn't actually done anything to me, and my husband hadn't said anything else, he just said, "Brother, your sister might be tired" (this was absolutely true; she was more than just tired, she was practically half-dead, but I didn't tell my husband at the time). She said she wanted to go home. The single man was taken aback at first, then said, "Okay, okay, sister, you've worked hard. Go home and rest well. If that's the case, you can go first. I'll check out and leave later." I silently took a few tissues and put them on my underwear. I put on my clothes and tried to stand up, but I suddenly knelt on the floor. They quickly came over and helped me up to sit on the bed. After resting for a while, I stood up again and held onto the cabinet in front of the TV. After moving around for a while, I was able to stand up steadily. I went to the bathroom to tidy up a bit, and when I came back, I shook his hand and said goodbye. My husband and I then left the room. I walked towards the elevator without looking back, feeling as if I was afraid he would pull me back into the room if I turned around.
Stepping out of the hotel, a breath of fresh air made me feel refreshed, and my legs regained some strength. I walked to the car, opened the back door, and lay down on the back seat. Before, whenever I came back, I would sit in the front passenger seat, chat with my husband, share my feelings, joke around, or take a nap. This time, I lay down directly in the back seat, took off my shoes, and told my husband to drive slowly, that I was so tired...

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