A woman's account of her experience with a threesome

My husband has a very high sex drive, excellent technique, and long stamina. I'm also very strong; we want it every night. Sometimes I'm very tired from work, but I can't fall asleep without having sex. He says he's my hypnotist.

He's had several past relationships, and when we talk, I want him to be honest. I don't hate what he did before; I ask him to describe in detail how he did it and how each person felt. Hearing this is very exciting, even though I feel a little jealous. I still want to hear it; it makes me feel a surge of heat, and my blood boils.

Sometimes I say I should find a few more to make up for it, and he says it's okay. I ask him if he'll be jealous, and

he says I should tell him the same things and support me!

I'm feeling uneasy. I'm not a very open-minded person; I'm quite conservative. I don't usually have any close male friends, and I don't know where to look. That's how people are; once you have this thought, you start looking and trying.

I have a colleague at work whom I get along with; he's a good person and good-looking. I've gradually started to get closer to him.
One summer afternoon, the power went out at work, so we didn't have to go to work. He said he wanted to come over, and I said okay. I went home and sat for a while. It was so hot, so I went into the bedroom to change. I had just taken off my outer clothes, leaving only my underwear, when he came in, hugged me tightly, and started kissing and groping me indiscriminately. I don't even know when I was stripped naked. My mind went blank. I was shocked, scared, and excited all at the same time. My body was limp and naked, and I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was just going through a blur of excitement and confusion. My whole body was burning hot, and I had no idea what he was doing to me. It wasn't until the moment he penetrated me that I screamed, which brought me back to my senses. I tried to stop him from doing that, but with his sudden thrusts, a shockwave from below made me scream repeatedly, and warm currents surged up from deep within my abdomen...!

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped, and I could finally catch my breath. With a long sigh, my body slowly regained sensation, and I realized that a large puddle of vaginal fluid had soaked my entire buttocks and the sheets. I had never experienced anything like this before. Suddenly, he sucked on my vulva, and a different sensation spread throughout my body. I moaned continuously, and vaginal fluid kept gushing out. Later, I heard that he sucked it all in, while his wife had never done it…

Two hours passed quickly. He didn't dare ejaculate inside, but instead ejaculated outside on my body—a lot. I lay there, smearing it all over my body with my hands. After he left, I lay there, still savoring the memory and still smearing the semen, until my husband was about to return before I got up to shower. This was my first extramarital affair.

The next day, I avoided seeing him at work, trying to avoid him as much as possible, until he was transferred to another unit. Human thoughts are truly strange; when I was lonely, I missed him terribly, but when I could see him, I avoided him. A little over a month later, he was transferred elsewhere, and I changed jobs, thinking the matter was over.

One early autumn evening, he suddenly visited, saying he had been out of town conducting research and would come to see me as soon as he returned. That night, I spent the night in a strange agitation. Seeing him, I felt a surge of heat, and I tried to avoid eye contact. I had no idea what they were talking about. As a result, the next morning, without any foreplay, I wanted to penetrate him immediately, reaching orgasm instantly.

In the morning, my husband said I had been very wanton all night and asked if something was wrong. I repeatedly said no, it was probably just my period. He said he hoped it would always be like this.

I vaguely joked, "Really?" "Of course!" he replied. "If you want excitement, then go find some! Won't you be angry?" "No!"

Actually, for the next three years, I never truly told him, only hinting at it in jokes.
During that period, we averaged eight or nine times a month. We never went out together. At first, I worried he wouldn't be able to explain it to his wife at home, but he said he was satisfied with once a week at home.

It's strange, every time I'm with him, I get even more excited at night. He's very vigorous, while my husband is very rhythmic—two different styles, two different kinds of enjoyment.

Then, three years later, during a summer vacation, our child was staying with his maternal grandmother. One night, after dinner, my husband had to go out and might be back late. He told me to go to sleep first, but I wanted him back by 10 pm. He said there was a condition: I had to wait naked in the living room. I said I needed at least some pajamas, but he said not to turn on the lights, it had to be completely naked. After
my husband left, I finished tidying up, took a shower, and lay naked on the sofa watching TV while waiting. The phone rang, and I heard he was coming over; he was almost there. I quickly got up to get dressed, but in my haste, I couldn't find my underwear, and I was afraid to turn on the lights—the curtains weren't closed! The doorbell rang, and I mistakenly took my husband's shirt.

The door opened, and seeing me like this, he assumed I'd been waiting for him. He immediately picked me up and buried his face in my genitals, kissing and caressing me relentlessly until I was breathless and my body went limp. He pulled down his pants and thrust inside me. I didn't care about anything else. I sat on top of him, his penetration deep inside, my body pounding against him. Waves of sensation shot up from my lower body to the top of my head, making me feel like I was floating on air. I didn't even know what he was doing to me. In my dazed state, I just told him to hurry up and finish, and then leave without me. After a rapid surge of pleasure, I lost consciousness. Suddenly

, I woke up to find my husband sitting beside me, gently stroking me. I stood up in terror, and a gush of fluid gushed out of my genitals. My legs gave way, and I almost fell.

He carried me to the bathroom and gently washed me in the bathtub. My mind was blank, filled with shame. He carried me to the bed and said I must be tired. He told me to rest. My face was flushed, and I silently awaited the storm. I thought to myself, "It's over. Everything is over!"

But he lay down, his hands roaming over my body, gently stroking me, asking if I was enjoying myself.

I nodded, hugged him, and cried, begging him to hit or scold me. But he laughed and said, "Silly girl, why are you crying when you're having such pleasure?" He then inserted his fingers into my vagina, gently prying inside. The moment he touched me, I couldn't help but moan, gripping his hard, erect penis, wanting to thrust it in immediately.

He said, "No, don't tire yourself out." I said, "I want more, just don't be too rough."

That very night, I confessed, of course, only saying that it had only happened a few times. We experienced another kind of pleasure through gentle thrusting, holding each other tightly, letting our "pleasure nests" intertwine until dawn.

Actually, when a couple has a good relationship and can be honest with each other, life is even happier and more fulfilling.

Women, like men, also have desires; the question is how to make friends, how to manage relationships, and how to handle both internal and external matters. Sisters, what do you think?

The next day, we both took the day off from work, hesitating in bed until noon. When I got up, my husband wouldn't let me get dressed.
He wanted me to be naked all day, but I said no. There were no curtains in the kitchen, so he made me wear only a thin, short nightgown, almost transparent, so short that if I stretched my arms out, everything below would be exposed. I had no choice but to avoid the balcony; thankfully, our buildings are quite far apart, so I didn't have to be too close to the windows.

Strangely, I was in a state of inexplicable excitement all afternoon. My breasts were swollen and large, and my genitals were wet, twitching intentionally or unintentionally. When I asked my husband forbid it, he said things like it wouldn't be good for my health if I did it too often, and he wouldn't let me masturbate (he used to make me masturbate at night when he was away on business, and he even taught me how). Worst of all, he would touch me every now and then, making me restless. I asked, "Are you going to get revenge? Tell me what you want."

I couldn't stand it. "You can do it yourself (I know he's still seeing his ex-girlfriends, and they've had some casual relationships, but he's very careful and never goes too far), why can't I!" I said a lot of resentful things.

He chuckled and said, "It's for your own good, to restore your youthful vitality and make your life more colorful." What utter nonsense! It really infuriated me. I could only slouch against him, rubbing my nipples against his thighs and putting my nipples in his mouth to satisfy my urges. Actually, this was just a temporary measure. I couldn't stand not having sex when I was aroused; I would feel incredibly ashamed and uneasy. He knew this. He hugged me and said, "Don't feel bad. Let's go for a drive tonight and do it when we get back. Be a good boy." I nodded and asked him to use his hand to satisfy me and hold me to sleep for a while. He said, "You have to be a good boy." I said, "I promise I will!"

After dinner, I said I was going out, but he insisted on waiting. I don't know what he was up to. Around nine o'clock, he said it was okay and told me to change all my clothes and wear whatever he said. I was terrified and kept saying no. He said that if you want to be romantic, you have to be bold; you only have a few chances in life. Under his persuasion, I reluctantly put on the black sheer miniskirt and top that I usually only wear at home, with nothing underneath. I was really afraid of being seen in front of my house, as it would be easy to see through under the lights. Luckily, there were few people outside and the streetlights weren't bright. I sat on the back of the motorcycle and held on tightly. Soon we drove to a deserted place. He let me drive, and since there was no one around, I relaxed. Driving with the wind blowing was very comfortable. My miniskirt billowed in the wind, making it seem like I wasn't wearing anything. It was intoxicating to be completely naked under nature's touch. I really wanted to be naked. I said, "Can I have a nude moment?" He said to wait a moment, that there would be cars passing by, and told me to drive to the beach. When we got there, it was very quiet. I paused for a moment, and then took off all my clothes! It felt wonderful. The gentle caress of the sea breeze cleansed my soul, leaving it as pure as snow. My heart swelled with joy, as if my entire being had been reborn. The car bounced back and forth on the gravel road, my breasts heaving with pleasure, a wave of bliss without a trace of lust. Before I knew it, it was past one o'clock. If my husband hadn't urged me, I would have loved to stay like that. This moment was the happiest and most joyful I'd had in my thirty-odd years. I deeply thanked my husband, and loved him sincerely from the depths of my heart.
On the way home, I didn't want to put my clothes on. When we were about to get onto the main road, he told me to stop and put them on. I was reluctant, but he said a couple had been watching. I said, "What's the big deal? They might copy me!"

I stopped and looked back—haha, they were undressing too! I told him not to look anymore, but he said, "They can look at you, but I can't look at them." I said, "You've seen a lot, but I haven't had many people look at me." "How many people would you be satisfied with?" "A lot."

We reached the main road, and I had no choice but to put my clothes on, letting the skirt flutter in the wind. We didn't encounter anyone along the way.
My husband went to drop off the car, and I went upstairs to wait at the door. My neighbor's wife came home from work and, seeing me like this, asked in surprise, "Just back?"

I was embarrassed and said, "Going out with my husband." She said enviously, "How romantic!" (Damn the stairwell light, why isn't it broken?) She wouldn't open the door and went in, checking where I bought my clothes and asking all sorts of questions, making me blush. It was so see-through! My husband came upstairs before she went in. As soon as she entered, I immediately started taking my clothes off, demanding he take his off too, not caring that the door wasn't closed! Good heavens!
She even came over, and I just happened to grab my husband's erect penis and tried to insert it, making sure she could see it clearly. Luckily, my husband had his back to me, so I quickly pushed him into the bathroom, leaving him confused. It turned out she had come to borrow something, and she even pinched me as she left. Little did she know that this would become a two-in-one thing—but that's another story.

In bed, I wanted more, but my husband said he had to go to work the next day and didn't want it. I asked to sleep with it inside me, and my husband readily agreed. Sleeping with it inside is our specialty, and that night I had many erotic dreams.

After that day, I felt completely refreshed, full of energy, like someone in their twenties. I didn't want to see that colleague anymore; I didn't want to go even when he called. Unlike before, when the mere sound of his voice would make me itch all over, and I wouldn't be going to his place or asking him to come over. I told my husband, and he said, "You and he don't have any real feelings for each other; you're just looking for excitement." I thought about it, and

he was right. My feelings were all with my husband. My husband then covered all the windows with window film, saying it would be more convenient. I said, "Is it for your convenience?" He said it was for my own good. I said I didn't want to think about it anymore. He said, "No, once someone has a first time, they'll do it again and again." I said I wouldn't. He analyzed it for me, saying, "What I want is excitement, not feelings. Plus, I'm still conservative at heart, so I won't just sleep around with anyone. People I can sleep with won't hurt me; they'll respect me."

I didn't believe him, but later everything proved him right.

During the time my son stayed at his maternal grandparents' house, I always came home naked, only putting on a nightgown when someone came over. My girlfriends would visit and say enviously, "You two are so carefree." One night, while we were making love and chatting, he asked if I had been with that other woman. I said no and didn't want to. He immediately asked which time was the best and pressed me for details, making me feel incredibly aroused as I spoke. The thought came back, and I quickly said, "Don't say anymore, I can't take it." I climbed on top of him and made love passionately. He hugged me tightly and said, "Tell me the truth, do you want to?" I could only say yes! I wanted to do it tomorrow night, and he agreed, since the day after tomorrow was a day off.

This made me sleepless all night. In the middle of the night, I secretly got up and went to the living room to masturbate, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if someone came and raped me. It was truly perverted.

The next evening after dinner, my husband asked me how it went. I pretended not to know anything. He gently pinched my nipple, and my whole body went limp. No woman could resist the way he pinched my breast. I kept saying we had made an appointment, and he would come at eight o'clock.
He was about to leave, and I repeatedly told him to come back immediately if he received my call. He nodded and left.

After he left, I had a strange feeling, a restless feeling that was hard to describe. I put my clothes back on, turned off the lights, and anxiously counted the time with only a small nightlight on. I really didn't know it would turn out like this.

He came in, picked me up as soon as he came in, and reached into my pants to touch me. He always did this, and it was also the reason why I became distant from him later. After touching me for a while, I asked him to take off my clothes one by one and let him lick my genitals first. I licked the vaginal fluid that was flowing out like water, and I kept moaning and moving. After licking for a while, I asked him to penetrate me and carry me into the bedroom. I asked him to stand up and hold me while we did it...

Strangely, this time I only had excitement but no orgasm. He was really trying hard. At a little after nine, I asked him to ejaculate. After he finished, he saw me lying still and asked if I should be carried to wash up. I said no, I just need to lie down for a while. I asked him to close the door when he left. He nodded, licked my clitoris one more time, and left.

As soon as he stepped out the door, I immediately called my husband to come back. At that moment, I felt an intense desire, and my lower body was throbbing!

I heard my husband come back, opened the door, and talked to her across the hall, afraid she would come in again. As soon as my husband entered the room, I told him to hurry up. He slowly and methodically took off his clothes, watching my throbbing lower body. I kept shouting for him to hurry up. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom, running water over me. He controlled the water flow perfectly, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, making me suck on his penis. I never chew on anyone else's penis except my husband's, not even a kiss. After
a while, he picked me up and continued thrusting as he walked. When we reached the living room, I hugged him tightly, my waist moving violently up and down, screaming incessantly. Waves of orgasm washed over me. My husband said not to scream too loudly, what if the neighbors heard and she couldn't resist coming over?

I didn't care about any of that. Let her come if she wants, it would be best if both of us came.

I showered for a while before slowly stopping, then hugged him and kissed him passionately. We wanted to try something different, but his workplace called and told him to come right away, so I had to sleep for a bit. What a disappointment, I hadn't had my fill yet.

My husband had barely left when my neighbor called. I had to wrap myself in a towel and open the door. She was wearing a very sexy nightgown; I thought it was incredibly sexy, and any man would be irresistible. She had a beautiful figure, large breasts, a slim waist and hips, and nice skin. I joked that I wanted to touch her breasts, and she said she could if she wanted.
We've been neighbors for years, and she seems like a very quiet and cultured person. We often visit each other and chat. She and her husband seem to have a good relationship; their son usually lives with his mother, and her husband is honest and filial.

When I asked her if she was still awake, she said her husband wasn't coming tonight, and there was a memorial day at her mother-in-law's house, so she was afraid to sleep alone. Why? I don't know. It's always like this, spending the night watching TV alone. I was going to come over earlier, but I heard you guys working, so I didn't come.

My face turned red; I was so embarrassed and ashamed. We chatted about this and that, and seeing that it was getting late, we casually suggested that I sleep here tonight. She actually said it wasn't convenient!

I could tell she was being sarcastic, so I had to call my husband to ask when he would be back. He said he wouldn't be back so early and told me to go to sleep first. I explained the situation, and he said it was okay. When he got back, he went to my son's room, so I had to go take a shower, which was a habit I had developed.

After I finished showering, I went into the room naked. She looked at me, touched my buttocks, and said, "Your skin is so nice, so white, smooth, and delicate." I was embarrassed and wanted to put on some clothes, but she said it wasn't necessary, what's there to be afraid of between two women? So I crawled under the covers. She actually took off her clothes and lay down too. My God, her pubic hair was so thick and abundant, covering her entire lower abdomen. You couldn't see it unless you parted her arms.

Seeing my surprised look, she grinned and said, "That's enough, isn't it?" She even parted her arms to reveal it. We talked facing each other, and I really wanted to touch her two big breasts. They were large but not loose, and very elastic.

She said, "I really envy you. You must be very happy."

I said, "With a figure like yours, your husband must do a good job with you." She sighed and told me about her troubles: "Don't be fooled by his tall stature; he's a complete idiot. He finishes in a minute or two. When he wants it, he doesn't do anything first; he just thrusts in and then falls asleep. Sometimes I can only cry because I'm miserable. He's also superstitious; there are certain days before and after certain death anniversaries that prevent us from having sex or being in contact."

Ah, what kind of person is that? She only does it a few times a month.

She's only a few years younger than me; it's such a waste of her prime. I silently felt sorry for her and said, "Then let's do it ourselves." She said she'd heard of it but didn't know what it was all about; all she did was strip naked and jump around in the house.

How stupid! Actually, I was taught that by my husband;

it's like the pot calling the kettle black. I got up, locked the door, and turned off the light. She said not to turn off the light, that she wasn't used to it and was afraid of the dark. I said, "What's there to be afraid of? We're both here." She immediately reached out and hugged me, and we were face to face. I took the opportunity to touch her breasts. It felt wonderful; no wonder men want women with good breasts. I imitated how my husband touched me, and she was panting.

Her legs were tightly gripping mine, her hands roaming over my buttocks. I felt incredibly good. Suddenly, she spoke to me, saying that I never kissed anyone other than my husband, and that kissing two women could arouse me. I kissed her passionately, feeling like a man again. I reached down and touched her genitals; they were already flowing like water. I used all the techniques I used with my husband on her. She sucked on my breasts and then my lips, moaning and praising me.

I was burning with desire, my vagina trembling uncontrollably. Her vagina was also gushing like a spring. I grabbed her fingers and inserted them into her unbearable opening. She copied me, and the two women writhed together, it was crazy. I felt incredibly good inside a woman's vagina, let alone a man. We played wildly, and before I knew it, we were embracing each other and falling asleep.

I got up, really wanting to do it again.

I didn't wake up until my husband knocked on the door, still holding me. It was hard to

believe. She said she'd never felt this good before, and kissed me again. My husband called out that it was already noon, and we lazily got up. Oh dear, our pubic hair was stuck together, and our vaginal fluids were everywhere. I yelled at my husband to go away and not peek
. We went to the bathroom to wash, still pressed together. After we finished, I thought my husband was still outside, so we came out naked.
I saw him in the bedroom tidying up the sheets and stuff, saying how crazy it was. I quickly tried to kick him out, but she said it was okay, and immediately covered her genitals with her hands. There was so much hair, and her face was as red as a lantern. When my husband left

, he said we should hurry up and eat. I told her to get dressed, but she didn't want to. I let her be. Actually, there was no point in dressing her anyway. Her nightgown was too revealing; the front was so low it only covered her nipples, and there was almost nothing in the back. If she squatted down, you could see everything.

She didn't say a word during dinner, just ate with her head down and listened to our conversation. Until my husband said we were about the same height (1.56 meters), and she looked large while I was small (my husband is 1.8 meters).

She blushed and said being small was good, that she could do whatever she wanted with me. I reached out and grabbed her breasts, saying that big breasts were good. She immediately said it was a pity no one wanted her (referring to her husband). I said I wanted her. My husband then said, "Let's eat."

After dinner, my husband said he had to go to work and told us to rest. I said we wanted to continue, but he said, "Don't be silly." After
he left, we lay on the sofa chatting, she confided in me, asked me to teach her masturbation, and described our sex life. We didn't leave until after 5 pm, saying we had to go to her in-laws' house. Before leaving, we kissed passionately again. It's strange how two women can be so emotional. We've been inseparable since then, like sisters.

I asked my husband why he didn't take advantage of the situation, and he said, "I don't understand her. It doesn't matter what you women are like, but it's different for men."

Indeed, he is very cautious. He won't act blindly when he doesn't fully understand a person or situation. He knows all the women he's currently involved with very well, and he doesn't want them to have their relationships with their husbands strained or cause family conflicts. Instead, he acts as their confidant, helping them alleviate their anxieties. They call him their "firefighter."

This is why, after we got married, unlike other women who believe their husbands won't be unfaithful, I understand my husband, trust him, and am tolerant and understanding. That's how I treat him, and today he trusts me too. We tell each other everything, analyze problems together, and share our joys. Isn't that better than those hypocrites who preach grand principles, those couples who are suspicious of each other, those chauvinistic and feminist types who indulge themselves while demanding morality from others? I love my family!

After more than two months, my husband told me: she is a very naive person, lacking a deep understanding of many things in society. He told me that if I have any affairs with other people in the future, I mustn't involve her, or it will ruin her.

I asked my husband to mentor her, but he said social experience is accumulated over time, not something taught overnight. He explained that her family, both her childhood and current, are honest and law-abiding, and her workplace likely has straightforward personnel, which explains her behavior. I asked why she was so bold that night.

He said it was due to watching too much TV, being sexually frustrated, and the trust our neighbors have placed in us over the years. My husband told me to treat her well, and if any men came over, she should dress appropriately because she attracts attention. His advice saved us a lot of trouble later.

After she found out, she treated my husband better than me, sometimes even overshadowing me, which made me a little jealous.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, my husband said he had to go on a business trip for February and asked me to take leave to stay home and take care of our son, as he usually takes care of him at school.

After I told my older sister, she suggested I work in the warehouse doing statistics; the work was achievable, and I could manage my own time. This job was in high demand, with many people wanting it. This would give me more time at home, and my husband agreed.

Because I was going on a long trip, my husband took a few days off. I told him I'd take care of our son while he spent time with his old flames. He actually said it would be easier for him after I left, which was infuriating.

Actually, he only talked to them on the phone; he was busy packing for his trip and chatting with his buddies. On Saturday, I left our son with my sister, and the two of us had our fun at home. I suggested we try it with the girl next door; she'd become like family to us lately, so let her experience the pleasure!

Tonight, it's her again. He said he'd see.

Lately, whenever she comes over, as long as our son isn't home or he's asleep, we do it regardless of whether my husband is there or not. My husband is just as casual with me, but I don't know why he won't sleep with her no matter what she does. At night, when my husband goes out, we just watch TV and chat while waiting for him to come back. At ten o'clock, I called him, and he told us to go to sleep first. After we got into bed, I asked her if she wanted to sleep. She hugged me tightly, and I could feel her trembling.

When my husband came back, I told him to get into bed immediately and sleep in the middle. This was the first time the three of us slept together.
I wanted him to hold her, but he insisted on having sex with me first. So, we did it for her. My orgasm almost simultaneously with his, with someone watching. The sensation was incredibly stimulating. I frantically responded to his joyful thrusts. After a while, he stopped. Seeing her beside him, her body flushed and trembling, I pushed her onto him. She kissed him passionately, her vagina rubbing desperately against his penis, but he couldn't penetrate her. She cried out that she couldn't take it anymore. I quickly helped her, and at the moment of penetration, her scream startled me. My God! The scream was too loud (she hadn't expected her own). She twisted her body, her breasts dancing with the movements. She moaned with her eyes closed, occasionally clutching her breasts. I was mesmerized.

At this moment, the woman displayed another kind of beautiful dance. My husband stopped after a few minutes, afraid she couldn't take it. She was really panting. He held her and massaged her to help her breathe. I asked, "How are you?"

She said it was okay and hugged my husband tightly, rubbing her large breasts against his face. He told her to stop, saying she'd suffocate him. She nodded, lay down, and continued kissing him. I was incredibly jealous, but I knew this was the first time she'd experienced such heavenly pleasure. I lay down and joined him. I couldn't take it anymore. She kissed me, her hands gripping and squeezing my breasts. My husband also kept squeezing her large breasts. My fingers explored her love-filled, wet cave. We took turns.

The excitement and orgasms were endless. The three of us played for over two hours before stopping to rest.

My husband hugged us from both sides, and she and I instinctively reached for his still-erect penis, feeling quite embarrassed.

After I fell asleep, they continued, causing her some pain in her vagina after she got up—something she'd never experienced before. While eating lunch, my husband tenderly cared for her. I joked, "Big breasts are always in demand."

In the afternoon, the three of us were chatting in the living room. My husband was playing with her thick pubic hair while talking to her about his experiences in society. I was also touching him, and he got aroused and said, "If you want it, just sit on me, don't hurt me."

I straddled his thighs and inserted his rock-hard penis into my endless hole, slowly pulling it in and out. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure coming from that hole while I was moving in and out. I turned around and asked her if she wanted more, but she shook her head and said it still hurt a little inside, so I just enjoyed it myself.

I didn't stop until dinner time. After dinner, my husband went out to run errands, and we went to her place to shower. We didn't get home until after 8 pm. As soon as I closed the door, her husband arrived. I was so scared that I kept telling myself it was okay, because we had gone there naked and were chatting naked.

The two of them were getting bolder and bolder, always visiting each other naked, never thinking about what would happen if someone saw them. I don't know when I became like this. When I asked my husband, he said it was caused by the lowest and most primal human desires breaking through layers of mental constraints.

After my husband went on a business trip, he called me and said he bought two things for me to use when I needed them and put them in the wardrobe. He told me to take care of my health and to be careful at the warehouse, unlike in the office...
Actually, I know all the people working in the warehouse. Some of them I used to work with. After I arrived, I quickly became one of them. Although the place was big, there weren't many people—three women and five men—and we all got along very well. We were like family, caring for and helping each other. The head of the women's group even had a young man help me out. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, hardworking, honest, and everyone praised his character. So much so that we female colleagues were almost completely unguarded around him. They were all about my age. The place was big and there weren't many people (the men usually worked the night shift, except for large inbound and outbound shipments; otherwise, we would call a moving team). Once the doors were closed, it was almost a women's world. He was practically invisible to them. In fact, they treated him like a little brother.

When I first arrived, they said, "You're from the office, we're the roughnecks. If you don't like some of the things you do, please don't laugh at us." I felt quite embarrassed and kept saying, "We'll be family from now on, please be understanding and don't treat me like an outsider."

Because it's still very hot here in the autumn, sometimes the afternoons are almost like summer. As long as there are no outsiders around, they sometimes dress similarly to me at home, and the men and women talk very intimately. My husband and I usually talk like that too, and when they play around, it's heart-pounding. The young man never participates, he just observes, and they don't bully him.

I gradually learned that these middle-aged women were basically all involved in prostitution. This is hard to avoid. After working together for several years, and with the same few women around, once the doors are closed, all sorts of things between men and women will inevitably happen. In their words, "Just having some fun, don't make your life too hard." When chatting, they would comment on each other's abilities and even joke with me: "Go find that young man!" I laughed out loud.

My husband has never been away on a business trip for so long since we got married. In the past, it would only be two or three days at most. Except for a few days of my period and the time when I was pregnant, my vagina has never been without her for such a long time. Even though she is still a woman, I find it hard to endure and I don't want to go back to my old partner. I remembered what my husband said he had in the closet. When I found it, I saw a vibrating egg and an electric vibrator. I quickly put the batteries in the vibrator and inserted it. I tried to push it in as hard as I could. The more I pushed it in, the more it itched. After a few minutes, I couldn't breathe. I slept with it in at night, and the next day my vagina was numb and tingly. I called my husband and told him that I had turned the vibration up too high. I was afraid that the vibration would make him lose all feeling in his vagina when he came back. I told him to use the vibrating egg when he sleeps, and that it would be better for us to share the vibrator.

After that, when she was alone, she would use a vibrator to stimulate her clitoris with her hand, while texting her husband. He said it was long-distance sexual intercourse, and the texting fee alone cost over a hundred yuan a month. When she came over, if it was convenient, the two of them would have mutual penetration, the two women going crazy and making a mess of things. She wanted it more and more, and took the vibrator to herself. She said that sometimes she would even drive around with it on at night, it was very exciting, and she described the feeling, which made me feel uneasy. If I didn't have to take care of the child, I would have gone with her. So I had to put the vibrator in at work and let it vibrate slowly, making my vagina itchy and feeling good all day long, always wet inside. When no one was paying attention, I would turn it up high and let it vibrate until my

vagina felt tingly and pleasurable. A few times, I was so engrossed in my own pleasure that I didn't notice the young man coming over. He asked me if I was sick, why my cheeks were red. I was really embarrassed to say that nothing was wrong, it was probably because of the hot weather. Honestly, why am I like this? I sometimes ask myself.

A month after I started working at the warehouse, the company asked me to check the inventory of several types of goods. Those days were very busy, and the weather was extremely hot. They told me not to worry too much and to wear cool clothes to check the inventory, as it would be more comfortable that way. So
I took my black sheer suit to work in the warehouse and wore it. I didn't dare to wear a revealing halter dress like the others. One day, I went to the back of the warehouse to check the inventory. It was so stuffy inside that I took off my bra, thinking I would put it back on after I finished working. The young man wasn't around, so I worked for a while. When he came, I didn't pay him any attention. Some of the items were on the upper floor, so I asked him to bring a ladder. I climbed up and looked back. He was staring at me from below, completely mesmerized. His crotch was bulging so much that it looked like it was about to burst. As I climbed down, I kept staring at him and said, "You've never seen anything like it before. Why are you staring like that?" He looked down and said, "You're so beautiful, more beautiful than any of them."

I said, "Aren't they all women?" He said, "They're all different. They've all sagged, but yours is still firm. They're all big down there, but yours is small."

Only then did I realize I was wearing those short, lace-trimmed underwear. I had a premonition I was about to experience it again. At that moment, I felt a trickle of fluid down there. I casually touched his bulging crotch, and he instantly blushed, lowering his head and muttering apologies. I quickly comforted him: "It's okay, all women are the same. It's normal for some to be big and some small..."

After

being comforted, he calmed down. I sat down and chatted with him while organizing my documents. He was from the suburbs, the eldest son in his family, and getting married at the end of the year. His girlfriend was from a neighboring village, very tall, and her family needed someone to work. I asked how long we'd known each other.

He said a little over three months and had been living together for two months. I was surprised: "So fast?"

He said that in the countryside, people are usually introduced by acquaintances, and if both parties agree after meeting, the marriage is practically settled. Plus, seeing the women here all the time, he couldn't resist, so they quickly started living together.

I told him to go get some documents to check, and I took off my underwear. When he came back, I said one item was wrong and I needed to climb up to check. He tried to climb on me, but I wouldn't let him, saying it wasn't high and I could manage myself. I climbed onto the shelf and asked him to lift me up. As his hand supported me, I casually opened my skirt, just enough to support that area. Two fingers were perfectly positioned at my vulva. I asked him to lift me up a little, and I shifted my position so my fingers could penetrate. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body. His fingers were large and rough, and my vulva felt a tingling, pulsating sensation, making me involuntarily twitch. He thought he had made a mistake again and tried to pull out, but I quickly said, "Don't move, lift me down." He supported me with one hand and held me with the other. Suddenly, he trembled, inserting his fingers very deeply. I couldn't help but groan. He asked if it hurt.

I shook my head and asked him what was wrong. He put me down and said he had ejaculated. I said he was pathetic. He lowered his head and licked his hand, and I realized that my semen was all over his hand. I was embarrassed, so I asked him to help me put on my underwear. I was clumsy and didn't know what to do, so I had to do it myself. I thought about taking off my clothes, and he stood there watching me blankly. I pretended to be angry and said, "Aren't you coming to hug me?" He picked me up like he was holding a child. In his strong and sturdy embrace, I felt the powerful and youthful energy.

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