The young woman who is immersed in lust (Chapter 4) Wife, feeling both ashamed and happy (Part 1)

All night, I could feel my husband's concerned gaze. This gaze made me feel safe, allowing me
to fully immerse myself. Yet, it also made me shy, and my body became even more sensitive.

I knew my husband was jealous. In previous gatherings, I had mostly just passively endured. Even when my body
was aroused by physiological instincts, and my lower body muscles began to contract uncontrollably in response, a remnant of reason and
shame would still hold me to my last line. I wouldn't cry out and beg! I wouldn't succumb to their teasing
and utter those shameful, lewd words. I certainly wouldn't submit to a strange man's penis, praising him as wonderful, indirectly
admitting he was better than my husband!

Even if my body was controlled by primal instincts; even if I was confused and disoriented during orgasm; even if
a voice deep inside kept urging me to agree to the request of that hateful man on top of me, the subsequent
thrusts would bring me unparalleled pleasure! I would still instinctively restrain my body, protecting my dignity
and restraint, protecting my self-respect and shame, protecting my respect and love for my husband. I tried to preserve my
chastity with my husband !

But last night, I couldn't! Because I met him! That night, my soulmate! His name is Qiang,
25 years old, a senior in college. The first single man in my life! A Christmas gift from a couple of friends
!

Sister-in-law, you look so beautiful tonight! His warm breath flowed around my ears and neck. I half-closed my eyes, hooked my arms around his
neck, listened to his words of praise, and felt his eager tenderness. I adjusted my chaotic dance steps.

Tonight, it seemed like everyone was targeting me. I had already lost all my clothes, leaving only my underwear
as I was pushed the center of the stage. I would dance with this man in front of me under the gaze of my husband and others, and be the
first to make love! His name is F, the husband of a close couple we've known for a long time,
the one who led me across the threshold of intimacy!

Although we were very familiar with each other and had already had many intimate encounters, my face was still burning with embarrassment.
There was no cover for the other wives' moans, no other women doing the same to hide my shame. Facing the audience alone,
dancing solo! My throat was itchy with nervousness. My legs trembled slightly. I felt so flustered, yet so
expectant, just like the feeling of giving my first public lecture. The air was so ambiguous, filled with
the scent of desire. Every part of my body was tense, as if it might burst at any moment.

The music started, and he gently pulled me into his arms. I instinctively resisted, pushing him away, maintaining
distance between us. The rhythm was disrupted, the steps lost, only our two bodies clashed, like two fireballs
colliding, the air almost frozen.

He breathed heavily, his breath warm against my ear and neck; he knew me well, knew these were my sensitive areas. A warm current
slid down my body, my breasts, lower abdomen, genitals, and inner thighs all heating up. Because I knew that
tonight these parts would endure this man's passionate kisses and licks.

His size and stamina were only average, but he possessed a long, captivating tongue, which
he relished for his oral skills. Countless times I've been captivated by his oral skills!

Warm fingers glided across my shoulders and back, tightly embracing my slender waist and pulling me into his arms.
"No, don't." My reserve made me arch my buttocks, trying to keep my lower abdomen away from that hard weapon!

The heat from behind, and the stimulation of my sensitive areas from his pubic hair, pressed against my retreating buttocks. Something hot
and hard brushed against my lips, positioned between my legs! I froze instantly! My buttocks and
thighs involuntarily clenched, trapping that thing between my legs.

A word flashed through my mind: threesome?!

The man behind me didn't move, but instead proudly straightened his slightly crouched legs! Something hot and hard lay
between my legs, teasing my lips, gradually raising my buttocks. So hard, so perky, so long…
such thoughts raced through my mind.

F held me, preventing me from moving forward, so I had to stand on tiptoe, arching my buttocks even higher, making my
posture even more seductive! I was surrounded, with nowhere to escape! I could only lay there, my buttocks raised, awaiting
the lash!

"Sister-in-law, let your single man go away!" I protested softly, my face flushing even more.

"Your brother F isn't very strong, let Xiao Qiang help him, so you won't be left wanting more."

"No, no, no," I stammered. My gaze drifted to my husband!

"This is a Christmas present from your sister-in-law, he's great, have fun," my sister-in-law said with a smile.

My face turned even redder. "No, let him go away," I refused, staring at my husband.

I've always resisted single men; after all, swapping allows my husband to enjoy himself, giving me a
plausible excuse to justify it. But single men are purely for my own physical pleasure
. Although my sister-in-law has been tempting me to accept her single men with her own experiences of pleasure, I'm too ashamed to speak up.
More importantly, I'm unsure if my husband truly accepts single men.

"Don't worry, your husband agreed!"

"Only if you have fun will he serve me wholeheartedly." My sister-in-law smiled knowingly.

My husband blushed slightly and nodded awkwardly.

I realized I had fallen into a carefully laid trap! Tonight was destined to be an irresistible, suffocating
feast .

Although I knew deep down that I couldn't escape it, my modesty and shyness made me want to refuse. But my
words were immediately cut off. The man behind me began to slowly thrust, his hot, hard penis rubbing against
my tender lips and the inside of my thighs, making my legs tremble even more. I couldn't speak!

The boy's glans was large, growing on his slender penis, appearing so abrupt! The sensation inside my legs was so
intense! I realized that tonight would be a night of torment, a night that would leave me utterly terrified!

I am a woman with an inner allure; my sensitive spots are hidden deep within my body, distributed among the dense
folds of flesh. Just as my sisters say in private, I'm not afraid of thick and big ones, but I'm afraid of thin and long ones. Compared to
a thick, large penis that fills my entire lower body, I'm more afraid of a penis with a glans head that varies in thickness, giving me intense tactile sensations
. Insertion is fine, but when it's pulled out, the intense scraping of its hot, hard, protruding edges against the sensitive folds of my inner walls
gives me the hallucination that it's going to steal my soul.

Turning my head, I gave my husband a resentful look. The man behind him was a single man brought by my friends; he was attending...
The gathering required my husband's and my consent. I was too ashamed to inquire about certain details, but it was clear he had been
carefully selected . A hint of resentment rose in my heart. Did my husband really enjoy watching me suffer under someone else's body?

F's gentle voice echoed in my ears: "Don't be shy, your husband only found you a single
man because he truly loves you."

"We're all the same, seeing our wives happy makes us happy!"

"Look at me and your sister-in-law, aren't we even more loving now that we have a single man?"

"He's great, skilled, and very considerate; your sister-in-law is even a little reluctant to let him go." F comforted me
understandingly .

My nerves gradually relaxed. Surrounded by two men, I had no choice, nor did I want to.
My bra had slipped to the ground at some point, and in a daze, the bikini straps had come undone. Not
far away, F's wife had also taken off her clothes and snuggled into her husband's arms. This lessened my shyness considerably.

I turned to my husband, casting an inquiring glance. He smiled and nodded, his
expression reassuring. I knew the man behind me had already put on a condom; there was no direct friction between our bodies
, no mixing of bodily fluids. My husband and I were maintaining
my last line of "purity" in this almost self-deceptive way.

"Let me take you to heaven," the man behind me whispered. He thrust his powerful, heroic member deep
into my already soaked tunnel. His penis wasn't very thick, but it was long, hard, and erect, touching
the most sensitive spot deep within my body. My body went limp, as if electrified, and my legs went weak. I
collapsed into F's arms.

I breathed heavily, the intense stimulation making my whole body tremble. This was my first time with a single man,
my first threesome, and my first time being fucked standing up. I didn't like being fucked from behind while standing because my body was extremely
sensitive. Once a foreign object entered me, my legs would lose strength. I just wanted to lie down. But this time, sandwiched between
two men, I experienced the stimulation of this position for the first time! Just a few thrusts, and I was about to climax!

My heart pounded wildly, and an overwhelming sense of shame weighed on me, making me afraid to look at my husband. I couldn't explain why it
took him over ten minutes of strenuous work to bring me to this state, while this man
achieved it in just a few dozen strokes. Was it simply because of the position?

I desperately tried to fight back with my reason, my shame, and my body's instincts. I wanted to last a little longer under him
, at least to make it as intense as when I made love with my husband. But I couldn't; my resistance
was so futile.

He was so impulsive, charging wildly like a warrior, bringing me the fierce intensity unique to youth. Yet he
was also so experienced! Skillfully controlling the pace and intensity of his movements, each thrust precisely targeting my most
vulnerable spot. The ridged edge of his glans scraped against the most sensitive folds of flesh inside my vagina.

I began to feel lost, my mind blank. All my senses rushed to the place where we were joined. The intense
impact, like ripples on water, spread a tingling, bone-deep pleasure from my pelvis throughout my entire body. I lost
control of my body; my restraint, my pride, crumbled before his hardness and sharpness. I groaned in shame
, actively responding to his movements. The only thing I could do was not cry out, not beg for more—this was my last
line of defense.

But soon, I couldn't even hold onto that line. He stopped, and I suddenly realized that
the torment that had just bothered me was now so irresistible. My lower body involuntarily tensed, wanting to grasp
the pleasure I had just experienced, but he withdrew. The sharp glans scraped against my sensitive flesh, giving me
a feeling that my very soul was being ripped away. A surge of heat, like blood rushing from my lower body, rushed to my brain, leaving my
mind blank.

A voice stirred within me: I want to be my true self, I want to shed the cloak of propriety that has bound me for thirty years
, to abandon the shackles of morality and dignity, and to let myself go this night!

He didn't penetrate, but stopped at the entrance, only letting me take the head of his penis into my mouth. I involuntarily
swayed my hips, begging him to go deeper, but he only took a small taste each time, teasing my modesty. "Damn,
damn," the words blurted out, making me freeze. I involuntarily looked up at my husband, only to find him
quite interested.

A sudden surge of coquettish anger welled up inside me. Why should I remain faithful! Wasn't all of this carefully arranged by my husband
? Wasn't that big boy who made me forget my modesty, shyly and proactively responding, my husband's
own Christmas present? Weren't all those tricks that made me both ashamed and angry conceived and instructed by my husband
?

Selling my sensitive spot to another man, don't blame me for not "remaining faithful" to you! If you
bully me with others, I'll scream loudly for you, make you jealous, make you envious, make your heart ache…

[End of Chapter] (To be continued)

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