A Wife's Perspective on Threesomes (Reposted from laaone2)

I've been a member of this forum for many years, always admiring everyone's posts. Today, I'll share my experience, which just happened this month. I'm usually busy with work, so I had my wife, who's on vacation, write it down. It's not some thriller, just a record and sharing; please don't be offended if you don't like it. Here's what my wife wrote .
Although almost two weeks have passed, it's fine if I don't dwell on it, but to write something down... right now, my heart is a little panicked, and my hands are trembling.
About two weeks ago, I finally did something without any boundaries: a threesome. Under my husband's eight years of nurturing, the little devil inside me had slowly grown up. With a complex mix of nervousness, anxiety, anticipation, and fear, I lay in the middle of the bed in a five-star hotel room. The room was dark because my husband had taken the room key; he was going downstairs to pick up his business partner, Mr. Z.
Actually, I remained calm throughout, because I believed that Mr. Z only existed in my husband's and my minds at most. We'd only mention him when we needed to liven things up or enhance our sexual desire, just to tease him a little. Even when my husband said he was free after dinner, I still didn't take it seriously, because Mr. Z was very busy. Even when my husband said, "He's downstairs, I'll go pick him up," I still didn't pay attention, feeling like it was just a game, another way to enhance our sexual desire. I even scrolled through my favorite cute pet videos on Douyin in the dark. Until I heard two men's voices at the door, until all the lights in the room were turned back on, until those two men were talking at the door, I was terrified. I practically threw down my phone and crawled under the covers. I didn't know what to do. Oh my god, it was so scary, how could it really be?
After my husband and I tugged at the blanket a few times, I asked in a barely audible voice, "Is it too late to back out now?" What greeted me was my handsome husband, naked, with a mischievous grin, lying down in bed. He held me, telling me to relax and not be nervous, but heaven knows, the sound of another man showering could be heard from the bathroom not far away. He told me to relax? I was both amused and exasperated. Thanks to our years together, my husband's words and actions gradually eased my tension. He stirred my body and emotions, and after a kiss, he pushed my head down to his stomach. I knew he liked me to... I
must admit, although I'm a respectable office lady with a capable and efficient work style, I've always been very docile and gentle in front of my husband, and I've always been very submissive when it comes to sex. So, while I was intimately touching his penis, another pair of rough, large hands began to roam over my body. I had completely forgotten there was a man there, mistaking it for my husband's hands, until that hand climbed onto my chest, and I suddenly snapped back to reality. I pressed myself against my husband, seeking a familiar sense of security. Perhaps this physical action wasn't enough to warrant "sharing," because next, my husband rolled me over onto my back. He went to the floor, lifted my legs, and then Mr. Z, whom I'd never met before, squatted on the bed. Before I could even see his face, he showed me his penis. Of course, after a few rounds of "clinking glasses," the three of us engaged in the classic threesome—lying down. Apparently, during that time, Mr. Z showered me with kisses and caresses, but I have a complete blackout, and I still do; I can't remember a thing. After finishing side A of this classic scene, like listening to a cassette tape as a child, I flipped to side B. My body moved away from the mattress, and my mind seemed to come alive. I clearly remembered: my husband was powerfully working behind me, while Mr. Z's penis was busily going in and out of my mouth. At that moment, I had no thoughts; only one word echoed in my mind—"depravity"! Yes, I felt incredibly depraved, but strangely, my body was giving me the signal—comfort. So, reason completely yielded to emotion, and my brain obeyed my body's commands—since it's already like this, I might as well enjoy it…
Soon after, this struggle between reason and emotion ended. I walked into the shower room, drenched in sweat, and looked at the two naked men through the frosted glass window, feeling as if I were in another world. From a physiological perspective, threesome sex gives me a completely different feeling, and I understand why some women "hunt for other men"—because every man is different, each with his own strengths. From a psychological perspective, during that particular period, I despise myself; I feel inferior. But my husband always tells me, "Don't think like that. I want you to enjoy more because I love you. Because of threesomes, I love you even more." I don't understand. I just want him to continue loving me for another 50 years!

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