An exchange of female perspectives --- Reprinted

A week has passed, but the lewd and stimulating images keep replaying in my mind, and my husband feels the same way. He made me write a memoir, and I even had an orgasm while writing it. Although I'm a graduate student, I'm not confident in my writing skills, especially since this was my first time writing something like this. Thankfully, my husband revised it, and the final draft was released for everyone to see, haha.
I'm 31 years old this year, petite and delicate, only 156cm tall, and my weight has always been between 90-95kg. Fortunately, my female characteristics are quite good; in my husband's words, I have broad shoulders, a small waist, and a big butt. It would be perfect if my waist and legs were a little longer. My husband has been providing me with a threesome for several years now. At first, I thought he was crazy, but later I understood that he might actually be doing it for my own good. But I've always felt that my husband is good enough and doesn't need any extra stimulation. This year, my husband took me to a few couples' dating forums, and I would occasionally look at the stories and photos there, but I never thought that these things would actually happen to me. At the end of the year, my husband and I are going to Phuket. I promised him that we would have a SPA with the opposite sex, and I agreed to take off my clothes in front of other men and be half-naked on the beach. But I think that's abroad, where we won't run into acquaintances or cause trouble. In China, at most, I can only accept traditional Chinese medicine massage with the opposite sex. Although I have fantasized about threesomes and swapping, I really can't do it. I can't accept it because of all the considerations.
However, the Mayan doomsday prophecy changed everything... On December 20, 2012, amidst various doomsday promotions and events, my husband suddenly asked me again:
"Honey, tomorrow is the end of the world. How about I find a single man for a threesome with you? If it really happens, we won't do it. If it doesn't, we'll try it."
Without thinking, I blurted out, "Sure, let's find a couple. You haven't slept with any other woman in all these years we've been married. You lewd guy, I want to see how you do it with other women. You always say you love me, but I'll let you do something to betray me in front of me, humph!"
My husband immediately said, "Honey, you want to see me sleep with other women? Forget it, you'll get jealous. Besides, I just feel like I can't satisfy you alone, and I can't give you a sandwich experience, so I wanted to find a man."
I got angry: "You actually did it? You really want me to be jealous?!" My husband quickly came over to comfort me, saying he was doing it for my own good. Hehe, I love seeing my husband like that. After my anger subsided, seeing my husband's obedient demeanor made me feel truly happy.
Since having a child, we only let the baby sleep with my mother-in-law on Friday nights. Our reason is that we've been busy all week and need a night's rest, but more importantly, we want to be able to make love without the baby's interference. Thinking about making love with my husband again tomorrow night, I suggested we stop staying at home. If the world doesn't end, we'll have a good time. My husband was happy to hear that. Then my teasing curiosity kicked in again, so I told my husband to find a couple. The conditions were that they hadn't contacted each other before, they had to be a married couple, around our age, and also a virgin. They had to bring their ID cards and marriage certificates to prove they were indeed a couple. They also had to contact each other now through online forums. If we found someone, we couldn't exchange phone numbers or show photos. We'd arrange a meeting place. If they agreed, we'd see if we could actually meet. If we were destined to meet, we'd see if we were satisfied with each other. If we were, we could try having sex without switching partners.
I thought to myself that this was putting my husband in a really tough spot. I'd seen that most of the people on the forum were single men; couples were either very experienced, or it was difficult for first-timers to actually try it out. Besides, even if we could connect with a couple, they'd probably think it was fake and wouldn't agree without exchanging phone numbers. After coming up with an idea, my husband wasn't too desperate. He said, "Okay, let's go to a sauna tomorrow night. If we can't get a match, I can find you a male massage therapist, but you have to get an oil massage and be naked." I readily agreed and started dreaming about my first full-body oil massage on this doomsday night.
Then my husband and I went to the forum, browsing posts and looking for people. We searched for members based on criteria: couples, located in Beijing (because it's impossible for someone from out of town to come temporarily), aged 25-35. If we saw someone online with a QQ number, and their height seemed similar to ours, my husband would add them on QQ. The conditions for accepting were: doomsday rebirth, and no switching partners. I got accepted quickly, but after chatting, they were mostly single men or asking for photos. Half an hour later, I got bored. My husband hugged me and said, "Tomorrow we absolutely have to take our clothes off and get an oil massage!"
Just then, QQ sent another system message with a dolphin flashing – someone had accepted my request.
"Hello,"
my husband said. "Hello."
"This is our first time. Have you had any experience?"
My husband replied, "It's our first time too, so we want to have sex without switching partners."
"We also want to have sex without switching partners first, but we don't want to show you photos first. Will you still go?"
My husband said, "We don't want to give you photos first, and we don't want to exchange phone numbers. Will you still go?" My husband looked at me, and I felt my heart race.
"Sure, if we decide not to go at the last minute and make you wait, don't blame us."
Husband: "No problem, let's arrange a place. We want to go to a sauna, we can meet at the buffet restaurant, and if it's not suitable, we'll just say goodbye. What do you guys think?"
"Okay, let's go to a bathhouse."
Husband: "Great, how about the XXX Club near Lianxiang Bridge? Let's meet at the buffet restaurant, and if we're satisfied, we can go to a hotel." My husband looked at me again, and I felt a little hot.
"Sure, I know that place, it's brightly lit at night. I've never been inside, is it expensive?"
Husband: "I called and asked. I went there a few years ago. We are male 34, 174/74, female 31, 156/94. What about you?"
"Male 30, 175/72, female 29, 160/98." My husband looked at me again and asked if I was satisfied. I said, "We're not changing, what's there to be satisfied or not satisfied with?" My husband said, "I need to see their bodies, are you satisfied with their height and weight?" I said, "What's the use? I also need to see their looks."
Husband: "Okay, see you tomorrow then. Also, to prove we're husband and wife, remember to bring your marriage certificate."
"No problem, see you tomorrow!"
Husband: "Okay, we should be at the buffet around 7 pm."
"Okay, if you can't find it when we get there, contact me via QQ. We're logging off now, bye."
Husband: "Okay, bye."
... My husband looked at me and said, "Honey, are we going again?" "Why not? If we go and don't want to, we can just ignore them and go to sleep!" But I couldn't fall asleep for a long time that night.
The Mayan prophecy was ultimately proven to be just a legend, but our first experience of couples meeting was gradually unfolding. All day at work, I kept thinking about whether or not we should meet, but I always felt that the other person wasn't serious. And to prevent my husband from continuing to communicate via QQ, I changed the password for this special QQ account, but after a whole day, the other person didn't say anything.
After work, I took the company shuttle bus. When the shuttle bus arrived, my husband had already driven to pick me up. After getting in the car, my husband first asked if I had chatted on QQ again. I said that the other person hadn't said anything all day, so I guessed it wasn't serious. My husband wasn't disappointed and said that was perfect timing for me to get an oil massage, hehe. We arrived at the XXX Business Club quickly. My husband and I changed into slippers, got the keys, and went to the men's and women's shower areas separately. While showering, I wondered if the other person would actually come. While washing my genitals, I started masturbating. Hehe, after washing my genitals very carefully, I thought that I might have a man give me a full-body oil massage later. My husband had said that the masseuse might insert his fingers into my anus during the oil massage, so I also used my fingers with shower gel to carefully wash my anus. While showering, I also looked for women who were about 160cm tall, weighed over 90 pounds, and were 28 or 29 years old. I saw several, but I felt that they were not the other person.
When I was changing into my yukata, the waiter handed me disposable paper underwear, but I didn't wear it. My husband insisted, saying that way the masseuse would know what was going on when she took off my pants. Just thinking about it made me excited, so I went to the buffet restaurant wearing only my yukata, without anything underneath. Since it was my first time there, the buffet felt very luxurious. There was even a handsome guy playing the piano. My husband had already arrived and found a seat towards the back. After we sat down, he asked me to check if the other person was online on QQ. I took out my phone and checked—no. We started eating, trying all the delicious food until we were about 80% full. Then we got some fruit and sat down. It was crowded, and it was already 8 pm. My husband said he'd go book an oil massage first, and I said okay. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I took it out and felt a surge of excitement and nervousness—the other person was online.
"We're here! Are you here yet?"
I showed my phone to my husband, my hands trembling so much I could barely type. My husband took the phone and said he'd come.
My husband typed, "We're almost finished eating. We thought you weren't coming since you hadn't been online." He didn't send it immediately, but asked for my opinion first. "Should we send it like this?" I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. He pressed send.
We nervously waited for a reply on QQ. "Really? We're finished eating too. We've been looking for you guys for ages, but there are so many people, I can't tell, haha," came the message.
My husband and I looked at each other, then looked around. He said, "Don't move, you'll give us away." I was so excited; my heart was pounding. My husband asked for my opinion, and I said, "Whatever you say." He asked, "So, are you going to meet them?" I still said, "Whatever you say." Actually, I was more curious to see what kind of people they were. My husband said, "Okay, let's look for them." He looked up and slowly searched, and I did the same. We were looking for a table with one man and one woman. This couple? This couple? Finally, we spotted a couple nearby, a man and a woman, staring at their phones on the table, glancing around every now and then. Afraid of making eye contact, I looked away at the watermelon on the table and said to my husband, "Maybe it's that couple?" He glanced over furtively and said, "If it really is them, they're quite good-looking, don't you think?" I looked up again, and this time my eyes met the woman's. Startled, I quickly looked down, but she also avoided my gaze. My husband said it seemed to be them; they probably recognized us too. Just then,
another QQ message popped up: "Is it you?"
We looked at our phones, and when we looked at them again, all four of us made eye contact. My husband took my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, don't look like cowards." Seeing that the two of them were holding hands, he said, "Let's be proactive and go over." I said no. The two of them were talking to each other, probably discussing whether to come over. Then the woman waved to us, and the man waved back. My husband asked, "What should we do? Should we acknowledge them?" I said I'd listen to you, and my husband waved to them too. Then the two of them stood up, held hands, and walked over to our table. The woman seemed a little embarrassed and stepped back slightly.
From now on, I'll refer to the man as Mr. Ma and the woman as Mrs. Ma.
Mr. Ma spoke first: "Hello, my wife and I were guessing it might be you, but you were just eating and not looking around, so we thought it wasn't you. Turns out it really is you."
My husband had them sit down at a four-person table, the two men facing each other, and the two women facing each other. I secretly observed the woman; she was fairer than me, had medium-length hair, and was quite pretty. After our eyes met, she smiled at me, and I thought I shouldn't seem too shy, so I smiled back.
Then my husband spoke: "So, are you satisfied with us? Hehe," this guy got straight to the point.
Mr. Ma said, "We're satisfied. If we weren't, we wouldn't have come. How do you treat us?" My husband threw the topic to me, and I said, "I think it's pretty good, but..." I didn't know what to say next. Mr. Ma said, "We've always wanted to see what real people who want to play this kind of game are like. It doesn't necessarily have to be in bed together. Chatting together is also nice. Anyway, my wife is already very excited, right, honey?" Mrs. Ma chimed in, "Go away, what are you talking about? I don't know which of you two suggested it. I think he's crazy, always saying it's for my own good." I quickly added, "Yes, he (my husband) is like that too. Men are just crazy."
Then the four of us looked at each other and no one said anything. Mr. Ma said he would go get some fruit, and my husband said he would go get some drinks. Then it was just the two of us women left. I carefully observed her, and she carefully observed me.
Mrs. Ma took the initiative and asked me, "Do you really want a threesome?"
I quickly replied, "No, no, it's all because of what my husband told me."
She continued, "What's going on later? Are you going to have some kind of 'same room, no swapping' thing? But I'd be quite interested to watch you two make love." "Ugh, I'd be happy to watch you two too," I answered, and then we smiled at each other.
The two men returned one after the other, discussing what to do next, whether to book a room together. They said they had no objections and asked us. My husband said to listen to me, but I said to let my husband decide. In the end, my husband said to book together, but preferably a two-room suite, and asked if they had any. We asked the waiter, and they said they had such suites, but they were a bit pricey, and that we'd split the cost equally. At this point, Mrs. Ma took out our marriage certificate from her small bag to show us. We had all forgotten about it, so we just showed them our ID cards and checked that our home addresses were the same. So the four of us went to the room together. It was very luxurious, befitting a five-star bathhouse. Both bedrooms had a large bed, the living room was also spacious with a large sofa, and the bathroom was large with a bathtub. The four of us sat together on the large sofa, each holding one side, the two women on the inside and the two men on the outside. Suddenly, I realized I wouldn't be getting an oil massage today; something even more exciting might happen… After watching TV for about half an hour, I couldn't even remember what we were watching. None of us spoke. My husband gently held me, his fingers occasionally lightly pressing my nipples; I felt quite wet down there.
Then Mrs. Ma went to the bathroom, and after she came back, I went too. Inside, I noticed the bathroom glass was transparent, with a curtain outside—thankfully, it was drawn. After urinating, I washed my genitals with warm water. When I came out, the three of them were still the same as before, so I sat back down in my husband's lap.
At that moment, I wondered if someone would suggest playing a card game or stripping, like in novels, and then I wondered why I even had such a thought.
Finally, Mr. Ma spoke to us, saying, "We brought a box of condoms, did you bring any?" My husband quickly replied, "Yes, Okamoto. We brought a box too, just in case you forgot, haha." Mr. and Mrs. Ma looked at each other and laughed, saying, "Really? We're Okamoto too, we're on the same wavelength!" Mrs. Ma continued, "Nonsense, everyone says boycott Japanese goods, yet you insist on using Japanese stuff." Mr. Ma said, "After trying them all, Okamoto is still the most comfortable, right, buddy?" My husband replied, "Yeah, ever since we used Okamoto, Jissbon feels too thick." The two of us women gave them disdainful looks. Mr.
Ma continued, "Shall we stay in the living room or go back to our respective rooms? Or should we go to the big bed first? Or you two do it first, and we'll watch? Haha." My husband looked at me and asked what I thought, and I replied that I'd go with whatever he wanted. My husband said, "How about we go back to our respective rooms first? We can leave the door open so we can hear each other, and whoever's more proactive can go to the door to watch." I didn't expect my husband's suggestion to be so conservative.
Mr. Ma said, "Okay, what do you think, my wife?"
Mrs. Ma said, "I knew you guys were only good at home. You all seem so hesitant and timid when you're out here." I quickly asked them, "Do you usually call each other 'wife' at home?" Mrs. Ma said, "Yes, I call him 'husband,' haha. What do you call each other at home?" My wife said, "We call each other 'darling.'"
At this moment, Mr. Ma stood up, walked to the table, and asked everyone, "How about a bottle of wine? To liven things up?" The suggestion was immediately approved by all three of us. After she made a phone call to order a bottle of wine, she sat back down.
My husband stood up and looked at the two room doors, saying, "Looks like these rooms are designed for couples who don't switch rooms. The two rooms are diagonally opposite each other, and you can see from one bed to the other." Sigh, my husband really is... The doorbell rang, and Mr. Ma immediately got up to open the door. A waiter brought in a bottle of wine. Mrs. Ma asked the waiter to open it, and then the waiter left. There were four wine glasses on the table. Mrs. Ma poured two half glasses, then turned back with one in each hand. I thought she would give the glasses to her husband, but unexpectedly, she walked towards us. My heart skipped a beat.
Mrs. Ma handed me her glass and said, "Come on, sister, let's have a drink." I felt awkward refusing, and I was also a little excited, so I said, "Okay." We lightly clinked glasses, glanced at each other, and drank. After the glass of wine, I felt a slight coolness, but my skin felt a little warm. Mrs. Ma turned around and brought the wine over, saying, "Another glass, please." She poured me half a glass, and then poured herself half a glass. After putting down the bottle, she said to me, "Cheers!" I echoed, "Cheers!" We clinked glasses and were about to drink when she stopped me. Then she put her arm around mine and said, "Sister, let's have a toast together!" This excited me again, and in the end, we linked arms and drank it all down. After drinking that glass, I felt my skin getting a little warmer.
Mrs. Ma took the wine glasses from my hands, placed them back on the table, and sat half-upright with her legs crossed. She said to us, "I think you two men are both quite pathetic. Neither of you takes the initiative. At home, you're always asking for this and that. When it comes to real occasions, you're completely useless. Don't you think so, sister?" Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, or perhaps feeling it was best to let things take their course, I agreed, saying, "Exactly! It only works at home." Mrs. Ma took two steps closer to me, suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, and said emotionally, "Sister, forget about them. Since we're here, I want to have a wild time, okay?" "Okay?"
I didn't know what she meant by "crazy" for a moment, but I felt a little moved. Looking into her eyes, I replied, "Okay." Suddenly, she walked towards me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. I couldn't decide whether to pull away or accept it, but in the end, I took the initiative. Soon, her tongue and mine intertwined, and we kissed passionately with our eyes closed for several minutes. Later, while kissing her hands, she touched my body, and I unconsciously, or perhaps even intentionally, touched her. At that moment, I wondered, what's wrong with me? Is this the scene I wanted?
After we separated, we looked at each other, our faces flushed. She glanced back at Mr. Ma, and I glanced at my husband. The two men were somewhat stunned by the scene, sitting there watching our performance.
Mrs. Ma stared at me for a second, then, as if gritting her teeth, she pulled back the top of her nightgown, revealing her two firm breasts. Before I could react, her hands moved under my shirt and pulled it down as well. Involuntarily, I clutched my breasts. Suddenly, she grabbed my pants and squatted down, exposing me completely naked to everyone. This was something I hadn't expected at all; I was the first of the four to be naked. A mix of shyness and excitement washed over me. Since it was already like this, I lifted my legs and pulled my pants off completely. Now I was facing Mrs. Ma and Mr. Ma, with my husband slightly behind me. Good heavens, I was completely naked, my genitals exposed to them. Was there any need to hide my breasts? Mrs.
Ma then sat back down in the middle of the sofa and raised her legs towards me. I understood her meaning and pulled her legs down by the crotch, stripping her naked too. At this point, the two men on either side of the sofa were still fully dressed in the pajamas provided by the bathhouse, while the two women were completely naked. Mrs. Ma stood up again and kissed me. We kissed and touched each other, our backs, breasts, shoulders, buttocks, inner thighs... just like that, touching each other. Suddenly, she pushed me down onto the sofa, straddled me, and started kissing me from top to bottom, from my mouth to my neck, from my neck to my chest, then my breasts, my navel, my lower abdomen, and then she touched my pubic hair. Then she squatted down in front of the sofa, spread my legs, and began to lick my clitoris and labia with her tongue, just like my husband does when he gives me oral sex, occasionally probing inside with her tongue. My
body quickly became hot. Usually, whenever my husband gives me oral sex, my legs would unconsciously open and close, and this time was no exception. One moment I wanted to open them wider, and the next I felt it was too stimulating and wanted to close them. My hands wanted to touch my breasts hard one moment, and then stretch them back as far as possible the next. I closed my eyes, thinking, "How did it happen so quickly? Why didn't I object? Is this what I secretly wanted?"
Suddenly, she began to attack my clitoris with all her might, waves of pleasure washing over me. Unlike my husband, her tongue was sharper. I didn't dare look at the two men beside me. I wanted to attack Mrs. Ma, but this passive enjoyment felt so good. I hoped she would continue. Mrs. Ma mounted me again, kissing me with her mouth covered in my fluids, asking, "Is it good, sister? Is it as good as your husband's?" I opened my eyes and looked at her, saying, "It's so good, keep going." "Keep going" is something I often say to my husband, and I didn't expect to say it out loud. Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ma put her left fingers in her mouth, moistened them with saliva, and then inserted her index and middle fingers together. Her right hand wrapped around my back, holding me tightly, and her mouth kept kissing my mouth and ears. Under this stimulation, I quickly felt pleasure in my genitals. Was I about to climax? I wanted to control myself, but I also wanted to release myself. "Yes, release it, don't think about it anymore," I finally groaned loudly, the room filled with my lewd cries. I opened my eyes and looked at my husband; one of his hands was already in his pants. I glanced at Mr. Ma; he had the same hand in his pants as my husband. At that moment, I really craved a penis to enter my body, whether it was my husband's or Mr. Ma's.
Mrs. Ma seemed to read my mind. She slowly withdrew her fingers and gently massaged my genitals, saying to them, "Which of you men will go first?" Oh, so at this point, only the "man" and the "woman" remained in the room. After hearing Mrs. Ma's words, Mr. Ma, without waiting for my husband's consent, stood up and said, "I'll go." Mr. Ma took two steps to me, and Mrs. Ma, just like she was taking off my pants, squatted down and pulled off Mr. Ma's pants. His penis sprang out. Mrs. Ma held it in her hand and sucked on it a few times before saying, "Go ahead." Mr. Ma spread my legs with both hands, held his penis with his left hand, and inserted it into my vagina. Because it was already... The slippery, smooth feeling of fullness came over me, and I excitedly let out an "Oh!" Mr. Ma grabbed my heels with both hands, forcefully spreading my legs and thrusting rapidly. I screamed loudly, "Ah, ah!" When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mrs. Ma taking off her husband's shirt from behind. I looked at my husband next to me; he was closer, his eyes wide as he stared at what was in front of him. Perhaps this was the sensory stimulation of a threesome he wanted. Whatever, he had said so many times that he wanted me to experience it, and now it was too late to say anything... My husband ultimately decided not to post the following part on the forum. In short, from that night until the next morning, the two men each ejaculated five times, and I enjoyed it a total of six times, and we didn't use condoms. Our "unchanged intercourse" on our doomsday rebirth night was truly insane.

I never expected that my memoir would win unanimous praise, which only fueled our interest. Since the post was published, my husband has been checking the forum every few days to see if there are any comments, and I sometimes secretly check it myself, which has added a lot of extra fun to our relationship. I've been getting a lot of QQ friend requests lately. My husband and I want to take some time to prepare for our Spring Festival holiday, so we haven't been paying much attention to the new friends we've added. Please forgive us.
Many friends were disappointed that I didn't publish the second half last time. The main reason for not publishing it was that the second half contained detailed descriptions of the exchange, which I felt I couldn't write well—my writing style certainly isn't as good as those classic erotic novelists—and my husband thought it was too lewd and might get censored. Now, seeing everyone's positive feedback, after discussing it with my husband, we decided to rewrite it and publish it to share our crazy night of doomsday with everyone. My husband's requirement was that it be erotic but not obscene, haha, another high standard for my writing. This time, I'll share it from a different perspective, focusing not on the detailed scenes of that day, but on my psychological feelings at the time.
Now, please follow my feelings and return to that crazy night of rebirth, from the moment Mr. Ma entered my body… I was already aroused to the peak by Mrs. Ma's teasing, eagerly anticipating a joyful lovemaking session. Because I'm nearsighted with a prescription of 600 degrees, and Mrs. Ma had already taken off her glasses, I could only make out the outlines of the three of them; the details were actually blurry. I still didn't dare open my eyes, occasionally squinting to feel their presence. My whole body felt incredibly hot. Was I more excited or more shy? I still can't answer that, but the feeling was wonderful and strange—a feeling one needs in life.
When Mrs. Ma withdrew her finger from my vagina and asked who came first, my heart and vagina both throbbed with excitement. I didn't open my eyes; instead, I lay on the sofa, legs spread, waiting, wondering if it was my husband or Mr. Ma. I honestly didn't know. One second I hoped it was my husband, the next I hoped it was Mr. Ma. I secretly squinted my eyes and saw Mr. Ma standing in front of me, Mrs. Ma was sucking his penis, so I couldn't see its size. At this moment, my legs were spread apart, my vulva completely exposed to Mr. Ma. I didn't feel shy, but rather excited. I turned my face slightly to the left. My husband had already put his hand in his pants. I wanted to call my husband to come and fuck me, but I also hoped that Mr. Ma's penis would go in immediately.
Then I heard a "smack," which must have been Mrs. Ma slapping Mr. Ma's buttocks, and at the same time I heard Mrs. Ma say, "Go ahead." I felt my legs being pulled down and spread apart, then my waist was grabbed and the angle was adjusted. Immediately afterwards, a penis filled in. It felt completely different from the feeling of Mrs. Ma's fingers before. It completely filled my vagina, hard, warm, and slippery. I didn't know if it was Mrs. Ma's saliva or my own secretions that were more, but I thought that after a few rounds of thrusting, my own secretions would definitely be more. After more than ten rounds, I felt an even greater heat throughout my body. My eyes were tightly closed when Mr. Ma wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind, pressing them against my body and beginning to thrust rapidly. I couldn't help but spread my legs apart, then felt it was too deep and wanted to close them again, then wanted to spread them apart again for comfort. I kept changing positions, trying to adjust my posture so that he could penetrate deeper. Mr. Ma's speed increased, and I could no longer control myself and cried out loudly, "Ah, oh!" I hugged Mr. Ma tightly with my arms, bent my legs, and pounded my feet against his buttocks in rhythm with his movements, hoping that he could penetrate deeper each time.
The climax was approaching. Ever since my first orgasm, I've actively sought out this erogenous zone during sex with my husband, and this time was no exception. Mr. Ma suddenly pulled his hands out from under me and pressed them onto my breasts. I don't really like this; it feels like being tortured, so my husband rarely does this anymore. But at this moment, I couldn't break free from Mr. Ma, and I didn't want to, for fear of losing this pleasure. I opened my eyes again and saw Mrs. Ma take off Mr. Ma's shirt from behind, leaving him completely naked. I glanced at my husband beside me; he was already next to me, staring wide-eyed at everything happening before him. Perhaps this was the sensory stimulation of a threesome he wanted. Whatever, he'd said so many times that he wanted me to experience it, and now it was too late to say anything.
I closed my eyes again, savoring the moment, when suddenly I felt Mr. Ma tremble slightly and slow down. Based on my years of experience with my husband, I knew this man was aroused. I didn't want to stop this feeling, so I hugged Mr. Ma's waist tightly and actively responded with my genitals, saying, "Don't stop, keep going!" Mr. Ma seemed to hesitate for a moment. I knew he wasn't wearing a condom, and perhaps he was hesitating about that. Since I got pregnant, I hadn't let my husband penetrate me. At most, I would let him feel good for a few moments without a condom before asking him to wear one. But today, I wanted to be even more wild, so driven by desire, I said something against my principles: "Hurry, keep going, cum inside!" After hearing this, Mr. Ma seemed to be injected with a stimulant and sped up wildly, his left hand reaching around from behind to hug me. He held me, his right hand reaching down from below my waist to grab my buttocks tightly. This position made our bodies intertwine tightly. Mr. Ma's mouth also came over and kissed me passionately. I stuck out my tongue and frantically responded. Finally, after Mr. Ma thrust in forcefully, he stopped. I could feel the throbbing of his penis inside me. Then, his penis quickly thrust a few more times before stopping and continuing to throb. Then, Mr. Ma's hands stopped holding me so tightly. I opened my eyes slightly and saw Mr. Ma gazing at me. Mr. Ma smiled slightly, and I smiled back at him. Mr. Ma lowered his head and kissed me, slowly withdrawing his now-soft penis from inside me and turning to my right side. His left arm was still gently holding me, and his right hand gently stroked from my breasts and navel to my genitals, cupping my clitoris in his palm and gently massaging it.
Suddenly, I felt all my shyness vanish. I reached for my glasses and put them on, carefully observing the people around me. To my right was Mr. Ma, who was snuggling up to me. Mrs. Ma was kneeling between Mr. Ma's legs, sucking on his penis that had just withdrawn from me. Turning around, I saw my husband, whom I'd been with for five years. We exchanged a glance and stared at each other for a few seconds. I couldn't tell if he felt more bitterness or excitement. I was really worried he'd be angry, but I also wanted to tease him a little. "Honey, if I'm with another man, will you leave me?" I asked him obediently. Although he always said he wanted me to experience different men and even a threesome, seeing it happening right before my eyes must have been quite a shock. I quickly reached out and pulled him. He came over and gently kissed my lips before saying seriously, "Are you angry? I'm going to sleep with you for the rest of my life to feel better!" My husband is always so good to me. He readily agreed, saying, "Okay, I'll let you sleep with me for the rest of my life!"
After we finished talking, Mrs. Ma suddenly stood up and said, "Oh my, how loving! Do all men have a cuckold complex?" As she spoke, Mrs. Ma walked over to her husband, bent down, and kissed him. At that moment, I felt incredibly conflicted. I had just been violated by another man in front of my husband, and he was still holding and touching me. Yet, seeing this naked woman kissing my husband, I desperately wanted him to stop and avoid her. But in the end, my husband didn't. Mrs. Ma then straddled my husband and began to move her body. Although my husband was still dressed, this woman was completely naked.
Mrs. Ma, while straddling my husband, pulled off his shirt from behind. Then, she knelt down and pulled down his pants. Finally, all four of us were naked. Mrs. Ma's right hand grasped the familiar penis, and then she looked up at her husband and asked, "My lord, did you enjoy it just now?" Mr. Ma smiled and said, "Yes." At this moment, Mr. Ma's right hand began to massage my genitals with increasing pressure, while his left hand came down from under me and grabbed my left breast.
Mrs. Ma continued, "Then, sister, let me and your husband have some fun too, okay?" After saying this, Mrs. Ma took her husband's penis into her mouth. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. Although I had imagined this scene before, and although it was only fair that my husband should have sex with Mrs. Ma after I had just finished with Mr. Ma, I still couldn't control my impulse. I really couldn't control myself. Although Mr. Ma's hands were still massaging my two most sensitive parts, I felt nothing at all about the man who had just made me feel so excited. I couldn't help but cry, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
I took off my glasses and tried to wipe away my tears, not wanting to lose control like this, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, not wanting Mrs. and Mr. Ma to think I couldn't take a joke, not wanting my husband to think I only allowed myself to be with others… but I just couldn't control my emotions… Finally, a familiar feeling came to my side. My husband came over and leaned against me, and Mr. Ma also consciously left me and went to Mrs. Ma's side. My husband used his usual way of comforting me, wiping my tears with his forehead. I finally buried my face in my husband's arms and cried out loud. My husband gently hugged me and patted my back, then put his hands on my shoulders and pressed our foreheads together.
"Honey, don't cry. I saw you were very excited and didn't tell you to stop. I know I went beyond what you allowed, and I was bad," my husband comforted me.
"No, that's what I wanted just now too. I just felt bad for you and couldn't bear to see you and her like this. It's my fault," I wiped away my tears. Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Ma leaning against each other watching us, I felt terrible for them and quickly said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Sister, are you angry? If you still want to do it with my husband, you can. I lost my temper just now." After saying that, I thought, what did I say? What will Mrs. Ma and my husband think? Sigh.
Thankfully, they weren't affected by my outburst. Mrs. Ma said with a grin, "Okay, sister, I wouldn't dare steal your husband, look how much you've cried." She kissed Mr. Ma, "Sigh, looks like you've hit the jackpot today, getting to sleep with your sister," she said, kissing him as she spoke.
Seeing them so intimate made me feel a little better. I looked up at my husband and felt so pathetic; I'd already been taken advantage of, and I was acting like this. My husband kissed me and said, "Darling, I really want to sleep with you."
"Really? You're not angry anymore? I saw you looking really angry when you were watching Mr. Ma and me, I didn't even dare to look at you," I started to whine.
"No, I was just really excited. I never thought you could be so crazy with other men, you little slut." My husband started calling me "little slut" again, he often calls me that when we make love at home.
"I was just seduced by them, sigh, I don't care anymore, I bet your heart has already run to that pretty girl, right?" I said, glancing at Mrs. Ma.
"How could that be?" My husband kissed me again, "My heart will always be with you." He pinched my butt and said.
"Sigh, I can't control you anymore, if you're so eager to do it with someone else, go do it, go fuck someone else's wife," I said, grabbing my husband's already erect penis.
At this moment, Mrs. Ma spoke up, "Oh, sister, I wouldn't dare, don't make you cry again. You can keep your husband for yourself. If you still want to use my husband, I won't be stingy," Mrs. Ma said, kissing Mr. Ma as she spoke. "Do you find it more enjoyable to have sex with her or with me?" Mrs. Ma asked, wrapping her arms around Mr. Ma's neck.
"Hmm, you two feel differently. You're more horny," Mr. Ma said, kissing Mrs. Ma in return.
Then the husband spoke to them, "Sorry, it seems I need to have sex with my wife again first, otherwise she probably won't forgive me when she gets home." "No problem, we'll watch!" Mrs. Ma said.
As soon as Mrs. Ma finished speaking, my husband suddenly pushed me down, wrapped his left arm around my back, and touched my face with his right hand, saying, "Little slut, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you in front of others, do you want to?"
By this time, I had completely recovered from my earlier loss of composure, and the excitement and stimulation of desire once again took over my soul. "Yes! I want you to fuck me hard!" As soon as I finished speaking, my husband's passionate kiss came over. I loved my husband even more. I had just been raped by other men, but now my husband loved me so much. This kiss felt different from Mr. Ma's; it was full of desire and full of love.
My husband began to suckle my breasts frantically. I pushed my husband down, wanting him to give me oral sex. My husband knew my movements too well and immediately squatted down. I spread my legs apart, and unlike when I was with Mr. Ma, I kept my eyes open, watching my husband's movements. I loved this man in front of me so much, wishing that every piece of my flesh could be devoured by him. My husband's tongue was already stimulating my clitoris. I tried to spread my legs apart and used my hands to manipulate my labia. Oh my god, I saw white semen on it—Mr. Ma's. I felt a little embarrassed, thinking it was a bit much to let my husband eat Mr. Ma's semen, but I also hoped he would lick away the liquid still sticking inside me. Suddenly, my husband looked up at me and said, "Honey, I'm going to ejaculate inside you in a bit." "Okay! Ejaculate inside!" I said, holding my husband's head and pressing it down again, hoping he wouldn't stop. When my husband lowered his head again, the stimulation was no longer coming from my clitoris, but from his broad tongue sweeping across my labia and occasionally inserting it into my vagina to suck.
I was so moved I almost cried, but this time the pleasure overcame the emotion. I excitedly squeezed my legs together and wrapped them around my husband's neck. My husband licked my entire vulva with abandon and occasionally touched my anus.
Finally, my husband lifted his head, climbed on top of me, and kissed me. He likes this; he likes kissing me with his mouth covered in my love juices, and this time, there was also Mr. Ma's semen... I didn't shy away from my husband because of the semen; instead, I hugged his neck and welcomed his passionate kiss. I wondered, is this the kind of excitement my husband has always talked about? It's definitely different from the excitement we usually experience when we make love. I'm so excited, so very excited.
My husband said, "Come on, let me do you from behind, darling."
"Okay!" I said, then rolled over, kneeling on the sofa with my buttocks sticking up, and turned my face towards Mrs. and Mr. Ma, who were excitedly watching our performance. My husband's right hand was on my waist, and his left hand was probably on his penis. I felt that fullness return. After a few rounds of thrusting, he started to thrust harder and faster, slapping my buttocks with both hands. The "slap, slap" sound drowned out my moans. I opened my eyes and looked at Mrs. Ma and Mr. Ma. I was being fucked by my husband with my buttocks sticking out in front of them. At this moment, I didn't feel ashamed. It was as if I wanted to perform for them. My moans started to grow louder and louder. Because it was from behind, it always felt like it was going in very deep. I started to shout "Oh, oh!" loudly, with each thrust of my husband. My husband's speed increased, and my moans couldn't keep up with his rhythm. I saw that Mr. Ma's penis was fully erect again. When I was having sex with Mr. Ma earlier, I was so excited and nervous that I forgot what it felt like. I didn't know if his penis was bigger or my husband's.
At this moment, my husband said, "I can't take it anymore, honey, it's too exciting, I can't control myself!" "Cum inside me," I said between moans, my words indistinct. "Don't stop!"
"Is it good, honey?!" My husband asked, slapping my buttocks as he fucked me. "Yes
!" "Who can do it better between us?!
" "My husband can!"
"Then should we let him fuck you too?" "
Yes!" I answered as if it were a natural thing to do.
"We'll fuck you together later, okay?!"
"Okay!"
My husband suddenly stopped after one thrust, his body pressing against my back, his hands grabbing my breasts from behind. I could feel his penis throbbing. After a few more thrusts, he pressed against my buttocks again, grabbed my hair, and made me turn my head. As soon as I turned around, my husband kissed me.
"I love you, honey!" My husband hadn't said that during sex in a long time.
"Yes, I love you too, honey."
My husband slowly withdrew his penis from me, released my hair, and I lay back down on the sofa, sticking my butt out and wiggling. My husband slapped me a few more times and then grabbed my buttocks with both hands, forcefully spreading them outwards. Then my husband leaned to his left, and I naturally turned to lie on my side in his arms, lying on the sofa facing Mrs. Ma and Mr. Ma. Unexpectedly, in about half an hour, I had sex with two men, and even cried a lot in between.
By this time, I no longer felt the shame I had felt after finishing with Mr. Ma, nor the jealousy I felt when I saw Mrs. Ma giving her husband oral sex. I took the initiative to say to them, "Don't be a spectator anymore, we're done performing, it's your turn."
Mrs. Ma said, "Oh, sister, you've had your fun, trying out both men in a bit. Your sister still wants to have your husband first, aren't you going to cry?"
Hearing this, I thought it was inevitable that I would have to watch my husband have sex with this woman. I thought I shouldn't be so petty. Since I was already here, and I didn't even know their names, I should let my husband have his fun too. So I turned to my husband and said, "Honey, you're something else. Look, she's been thinking about you." My husband quickly said, "I can't help it, you slept with her husband, she's not happy about it."
This guy actually shifted the blame onto me! I was both angry and thinking I should just let loose and have some fun. So I said to my husband, "Come on, you're going to fuck her to death today, don't embarrass me!"
Mrs. Ma chimed in, "Okay, I'll see how your husband fucks me to death, and let my husband see how I do it with other men. Don't you always want to see me get fucked by other men?" Mrs. Ma pinched Mr. Ma as she spoke, and Mr. Ma chuckled foolishly.
After Mrs. Ma finished speaking, she stood up, walked over to us, smiled wickedly, and then squatted down on my genitals, saying, "Come on, let me see if it's been ruined." As she spoke, she spread my labia with her hands.
I quickly slapped her lightly, "Go away, I didn't know you were so lewd!" "Oh, who just got fucked by two men? And now it's me who's lewd?!" After saying that, Mrs. Ma suddenly licked my genitals a few times, looked up, stuck out her tongue, and said, "First, taste your husband's flavor." And she stuck out her tongue for me to see.
My heart skipped a beat, the thought of my husband inevitably having sex with her made me want to kick her aside. But I could only wait for it to happen, perhaps in a few minutes. I was powerless to change what was about to happen. Mrs. Ma seemed to read my mind and was deliberately provoking me, as if humiliating me. But this feeling also excited me; I craved that thrill.
Mrs. Ma came over and sat between my husband and me, pushing me aside and saying, "Move aside, it's my turn now." I had no choice but to separate from my husband and make room for them. Mrs. Ma pulled my husband's hand and stood up again. "We won't do it on the sofa, we'll go inside. This sofa is covered in her fluids," she said, glancing at me as she spoke. She then pulled my husband up and led him into a room. My husband glanced at me and, without waiting for my consent, stood up and followed her inside. At the door, Mrs. Ma turned back and said, "Come in, we need you to watch."
Sigh, I was about to witness my husband having sex with another woman. Mrs. Ma continued, "When we're making love, you two aren't allowed to do anything, okay? You have to watch attentively." With that, she pulled her husband into the house. I quickly got up and went in too, and Mr. Ma followed. Inside, we found a large 2-meter bed with two sofa chairs. I was just thinking we could sit there and watch when Mrs. Ma said, "Perfect, you two can sit and watch, hehe," and then pulled my husband onto the bed. My spineless husband happily followed, but I could sense he was a little worried about me. I thought this might affect the atmosphere later on, and if he was too nervous to get an erection, I'd feel bad for Mrs. Ma.
Mrs. Ma, perhaps because she found the scene too stimulating after watching her husband and my husband have sex, or perhaps because she felt neglected after the two men had sex with me, seemed quite thirsty. She pushed my husband down onto the bed and started sucking his penis. Although watching her suck my husband's penis wasn't very comfortable for me, I was more worried that my husband wouldn't be able to get an erection. This would ruin the atmosphere, and I was also worried that Mrs. Ma would feel even more uncomfortable. Sure enough, my husband's penis wasn't very cooperative, and he wasn't as excited as when I gave him oral sex. From my observation, he was definitely thinking about my feelings. I knew I needed to stimulate him a little, or encourage him.
I quickly said to Mrs. Ma, "Sister, you're too impatient. It's not like I'm stopping you from eating; you should let my husband rest too. How about I give you oral sex for a while?"
Mrs. Ma stopped swallowing, looked up at me, and then looked at her husband, saying, "Look at other men, they can't get hard unless it's their own wife. And look at you, you're much more vigorous when you're with other men's wives than at home."
Her words made everyone laugh, and her husband laughed and said to me, "Wife, your husband is embarrassing himself, people are laughing at him." I quickly suggested, "I haven't had any water for a while, how about we get some? I'm dying of thirst." Everyone agreed to the suggestion. Mrs. Ma got up and called for service, ordering four glasses of warm water. At this moment, Mr. Ma said, "Wife, how about you open the door naked when the waiter comes, just like in Greece?" Mrs. Ma said, "Get lost, this isn't Greece." It turned out that the two of them had gone to Greece for vacation in the summer, and after returning from the nude beach, they were very excited, and when they called for service, Mrs. Ma opened the door naked.
Then my husband suggested again, saying, "Why don't you put on some clothes, just wrap yourself in a towel and go open the door? You can pretend the towel accidentally fell off..." This husband of mine gets excited whenever it comes to exposing himself, because he's always wanted to expose me too. Mrs. Ma said, "Okay, then let my sister go. I've already let her try out the two men first, so she can handle this." My husband chimed in, "Great, darling, you try it! Haven't we always wanted to try this? Here's our chance." This guy, although I also have a bit of an exhibitionist tendency, making me do this now really annoyed me.
Just then, the doorbell rang. My husband said, "Hurry up, darling." It was clear my husband wanted me to go, while Mr. Ma wanted Mrs. Ma to go. Two cuckolded men, that's quite something! The doorbell rang again. Mr. Ma said, "Hurry up, or we can go together, haha." Mrs. Ma seemed a little angry because Mr. Ma hadn't told her to go, so she said, "I'm not going, I'll give it to my sister." The three of them looked at me again, and a surge of excitement rushed through me. "Fine, I'll go!" I didn't grab a bath towel, but instead pulled the bed sheet off the large bed, wrapped it around my chest once, and then wrapped it down once more to barely cover my genitals. But since I couldn't wrap it a third time, half of my buttocks were basically exposed. Then, after I reached the bedroom door, I turned back and wiggled my hips at the three of them before opening the door. The waiter was a man, and he seemed a little surprised when I opened the door. I asked him to take the food to the coffee table in the living room. After the waiter put the plates on the coffee table, he saw the pajamas on the sofa and the floor, and could probably guess that we were all naked. However, the waiter didn't seem to dare look inside and turned to leave. I don't know why, but I just wanted to keep him there for a moment, so I casually asked, "Could you get us a kettle?" "Excuse me, miss, if you need more water, you can ask us to refill it." "Oh, okay. Could you get us some fruit from the buffet?" "Sure, miss, is there anything else you need?"
"Oh, no, no." I noticed the waiter was staring at me. I was standing in front of the table in the living room, and there was a mirror on the wall behind the table. The waiter could see my back and bare buttocks in the mirror, and I felt very excited.
At this moment, Mrs. Ma's voice came from inside the room: "Is the water here?" The waiter said, "Would you like me to take it to the bedroom?"
"No, no, no need, thank you, thank you," I said quickly. Perhaps because I had taken a few steps, I felt that the bed sheet I was wrapped in was a little loose, so I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.
The waiter said, "I'll go get you some fruit," and walked towards the door. I said "Okay" and followed him to close the door. After the waiter left and closed the door, I followed him to lock it. Then the bed sheet fell off me. I was so excited!
Just then, the doorbell rang again, and a voice came from outside, "Excuse me, I need to take the tray away." I quickly grabbed the bed sheet and hurriedly wrapped it around myself, but I was so nervous that I couldn't wrap it properly. So I stood behind the door, opened it sideways, and poked my head out, saying, "Could you bring some fruit to take with you later?" The waiter probably could tell that I was completely naked, so he didn't insist on coming in. He just said "Okay" and left. I closed the door again. "Yay! So exciting!"
I carried the tray and four glasses of water into the room and saw Mrs. Ma already riding on her husband's penis, making piston-like movements. I was furious when I saw this. "Fine, I went to get you some water, and you didn't even wait for me to come back before you started doing it!"
Mrs. Ma looked at me with a lustful look and said, "Here, sister, I'm thirsty. Give me a glass of water." She was still sitting on her husband's penis and asking me for water. Sigh, is this the thrill of swapping partners? I picked up two glasses of water and sat on the bed. I gave one to Mrs. Ma and held the other to my husband's lips, saying, "Sigh, let me treat my dear husband. You must be exhausted from sleeping with two women in a row." My husband smiled and said, "Darling, you're so sweet." Mrs.
Ma rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go away, go away, you sit on the chair. You can only watch." So I sat back down, and Mrs. Ma and my husband started making love. Perhaps because my husband had just finished with me, this time it lasted longer. After a few minutes on top, Mrs. Ma took over, and then my husband took over. I won't go into the details of the parts where I wasn't involved... But for about 10 minutes, I sat quietly on the chair watching my husband and another woman engage in the most primal human activity. The initial bitterness was gone. I started to learn some of Mrs. Ma's strengths and graceful postures, imagining that when I made love with my husband in the future, I needed to pay attention to these details so that it would be more perfect, and that my husband might enjoy it even more. Seeing my husband working so hard with her, I could tell that while he was very engaged, it wasn't with love. I recalled my time with Mr. Ma earlier; he was also very energetic, but it seemed to lack love. Thinking back to my own experiences with the two men, while both were exciting, there was clearly more emotion with my husband, and with Mr. Ma, it was more about seeking pleasure.
Yes, it's different. In this exchange, there's only physical and psychological stimulation; I don't need to worry about emotional issues. Looking at Mrs. Ma, it seemed she was merely using my husband as an object of desire, and it seemed like she was putting on a show for him. Seeing all this, I felt much more at ease. Yes, perhaps we'll do even more crazy things next, but I won't cry about it anymore. Tonight, my husband and I are here to pursue physical and psychological pleasure, to release ourselves. I love my husband, and he loves me just as deeply.
Humans need positive guidance and encouragement, and I'm no exception. After posting my first two posts on the forum, I was thrilled to see so many encouraging and praising comments from friends. Of course, some friends questioned whether they were original. If you have doubts, you can search on Baidu. At least it hasn't been widely reposted recently. :) Recently, the quality of my sex life with my husband has improved a lot, almost like before I had children. The difference is that back then, I was hesitant to discuss the details and feelings of sex with my husband. Now, we can completely focus on ourselves and ask each other to cooperate. We exchange opinions without reservation before, during, and after the act. Now, besides the physical sensations returning to their highest level, the psychological stimulation is much better than before. To use a phrase from high school politics class, it's a double harvest of material and spiritual civilization. I think this started with our crazy night, and it's also related to my recent posts on the forum and the encouraging replies from friends.
Thanks to the attention and praise from so many friends for my post, I feel I should finish it properly. But since a long time has passed, my husband and I will try our best to complete this memoir based on our memories and physical sensations. This is also a process of me constantly striving to improve my writing skills.
Continuing from where I left off, quietly watching my husband and Mrs. Ma having sex… I know my husband had been with several women before me, he always says there were double digits, but he only had one romantic relationship, and only I made her feel at home. Now I'm sitting here, quietly watching my husband have sex with this strange woman, along with another woman's husband. I think my husband must have done the same with other women before. I can almost feel him pursuing his own pleasure, and at the same time, he's trying to excite this woman to prove his manhood. But I can still sense the difference between us. Am I just imagining things? Are all beautiful women the same in front of men? My feelings at this moment were different. This difference was a feeling, stemming from the tacit understanding built up over five years of living together, from the harmony brought about by nearly a thousand sexual encounters, from the light kisses we shared every morning before leaving for work, from the embraces we shared every night before falling asleep… Suddenly, Mrs. Ma's excited shout pulled me back to reality, "Oh, handsome!
You're so amazing!" Yes, my thoughts were correct. In Mrs. Ma's eyes, my husband was just a very "amazing" handsome guy. I secretly observed Mr. Ma beside me; he was watching his lover being pinned down by my husband with admiring eyes. At that moment, he was probably hoping his wife would have multiple orgasms. I couldn't help but envy this couple, who were even younger than us. It seems my husband and I need to find more spice in our relationship, otherwise our sex life will be so bland.
My husband began his frenzied thrusting. I know my husband is very vigorous the second time, but he hasn't had a second round since giving birth. Will he pull off a hat trick today? Mrs. Ma was already excitedly moaning as her husband fucked her. The sounds of their genitals colliding grew louder and louder as Mrs. Ma's vaginal fluids increased. It was such a familiar sound. Her husband looked up at me, and I immediately blew him a kiss to encourage him. He turned Mrs. Ma's upper body to the side, so that she was facing me and him. He bent Mrs. Ma's right knee against her right leg, making her knee press against her breast. Mrs. Ma's left leg was separated by her husband's left knee and kept completely straight. He gripped Mrs. Ma's buttocks tightly with his left hand and grabbed her breasts haphazardly with his right. This was the position her husband had said he liked the most. My feeling about this position was that I was completely controlled and violated by the man. Perhaps because both men had already fucked me, her husband didn't ask if it was okay for him to ejaculate inside her. After a shiver, he stopped, gave her a few more thrusts, and then slowly withdrew his penis from Mrs. Ma's body. Mrs. Ma collapsed onto the bed.
The husband slapped Mrs. Ma's buttocks hard and said, "Your wife's buttocks are just like mine, both are very fleshy. It's so much fun to have sex with women like that." He was saying this to Mr. Ma, and it seems that the husband has also let loose. There are only men and women filled with desire left here.
Mr. Ma replied, "Right? I can't satisfy her by myself. I need two more men to satisfy her." My husband followed up with, "Honey, look how hard it is for us men. We have to find ways to satisfy our wives." My husband quickly told Mr. Ma, "Go on, keep going with your wife. Don't let her recover. Let her experience consecutive orgasms." Upon hearing this, Mr. Ma immediately got up, went to the bedside, grabbed his wife's legs, dragged them to the edge of the bed, and put them on his shoulders. Mr. Ma's penis quickly disappeared into Mrs. Ma's body. Soon, Mrs. Ma began to beg for mercy and asked him to stop. Mr. Ma initially ignored him, but after a while, it seemed that Mrs. Ma was indeed very uncomfortable, so he stopped. It turned out that Mrs. Ma's period had just ended. Everyone knows that a woman's first time after her period is still a bit painful. Although Mrs. Ma had watched me being gang-raped by two men and had just had sex with my husband, she was very excited and her vaginal lubrication was not small. However, continuous sex might be a bit too much for her. The benefits of this four-person exchange are now immediately apparent. If it were a couple, and one of them suddenly felt unwell while the other was already in the mood, one of them would inevitably be unhappy. With this four-person exchange, Mrs. Ma suddenly realized that the empty space could be filled immediately.
After Mrs. Ma made Mr. Ma withdraw his penis, she didn't ignore him but enthusiastically began to eat it herself. While eating, she said to her husband, "My dear, haven't you always wanted to experience being sucked by two horny women in turns? How about we both serve you together?" Mr. Ma was naturally delighted and asked if I was willing. I directly told my husband, "Honey, how about we both serve you together later?" My husband immediately said, "Hehe, later it should be us both satisfying you, right? You can have a sandwich today." My husband's words made me involuntarily clench my anus. Without thinking further, I quickly knelt down in front of Mr. Ma's penis, just like Mrs. Ma had. Seeing me approach, Mrs. Ma immediately passed the baton to me. Although he had already fucked me, I hadn't yet tasted his penis. This time, I was finally going to eat it. Mixed with Mrs. Ma's saliva and love juice, after several rounds of penis-sucking between us, Mr. Ma was excited by this scene. Suddenly, Mr. Ma bent down and picked me up. I felt as light as a swallow. My husband often picked me up like this, and I loved the feeling. But what Mr. Ma did next was something my husband had never done before. He threw me onto the bed. The fall didn't hurt me; instead, it excited me. I eagerly awaited what would happen next. Mr. Ma flipped me over and made me lie face down. He held my buttocks and made me stick them out. I excitedly squeezed my legs together and wiggled my buttocks towards him. A feeling of fullness surged from my lower body. This was the third time today, the third time in just over two hours. This was my record. Mr. Ma slapped my buttocks while thrusting hard into me. Mrs. Ma came over and sat in front of me, spreading her legs. I understood what she meant and licked her clitoris without any resistance. This kind of lewd feeling was something I had never experienced before, but at this moment, I just felt it wasn't lewd enough.
My husband also came over and sat down next to us, excitedly watching our lewd behavior. I wanted to look up and smile at my husband, but Mrs. Ma pressed my head down. After being raped by the couple for about 10 minutes, Mr. Ma withdrew from my body, helped me kneel on the bed again, and stood up. He then held his penis in front of me, and I swallowed it without hesitation. While swallowing, I looked at my husband with a provocative gaze, and occasionally looked up at Mr. Ma's expression with the same provocative look. Initially, I neither knew how to perform oral sex nor was willing to. It took my husband over a year to get used to and be able to perform "deep throat" under his guidance. Now, stimulated by desire, I no longer felt the discomfort I had at first. After I swallowed completely, Mr. Ma suddenly grabbed my head tightly, preventing my mouth from leaving. I knew he was about to climax, and he was about to enjoy a treatment that my husband had never received from me. Although my husband had ejaculated inside me before, it had never happened like this during "deep throat." Before I could even think for a second, I felt Mr. Ma's penis throbbing, accompanied by a salty, fishy taste that filled my throat and mouth. Mr. Ma didn't leave immediately but instead held me and twisted his penis a few more times until I started to feel short of breath. Only then did Mr. Ma withdraw his penis.
This scene unfolded right before my husband's and his wife's eyes. This time, I didn't feel any shame or guilt towards my husband. I knew he wanted to see this exciting scene too. Next, like an adult film actress, I made an even more lewd move. I opened my mouth so the three of them could see the mixture inside, then closed it and exaggeratedly swallowed. When I opened my mouth again, the mixture had disappeared.
My husband, seeing this, excitedly pounced on me and kissed me wildly, saying, "I never knew you could be so lewd! You little slut!"
I blinked at him while kissing him and said, "As long as you don't abandon me, as long as you like it, I'll do whatever you want!" "Let's both of you do it to you in a bit, let you experience a sandwich, okay?" "Okay! As long as you can still do it, come on!" After saying that, I hugged my husband tightly and kissed him again.
Just then, the doorbell rang again; it must be the fruit delivery guy. My husband urged me to open the door, and Mr. and Mrs. Ma, as if by unspoken agreement, also encouraged me, reasoning that I was the star of the night. I was also in the mood, so without hesitation, I got out of bed and went outside. Reaching the outer door naked, my senses returned somewhat, but ultimately I took a risky step: I opened the door but didn't let the delivery guy in. Instead, I left the door ajar and let him hand me the plate. The delivery guy seemed to understand as soon as he opened the door, and without saying much, he handed me the plate and left. I almost dropped the plate when I took it with one hand. After the fruit arrived, the four of us went back to the living room to eat some. It was already past midnight. The apocalypse was over; rebirth was on the horizon. As before, we sat together eating fruit without much conversation. It seemed that tonight we had gathered solely for sex, which was exactly what I wanted—to let go of my moral and ethical burdens.
After finishing their meal, the four of them cleaned themselves of excess fluid and returned to the sofa. The husband spoke first, asking Mrs. Ma how she was feeling. I think he was mostly concerned for her. Mrs. Ma said she was much better, but that she was still the dominant one today. Then, Mrs. Ma asked if my husband and I had ever had sex. My husband answered before I could, saying we hadn't done it many times, less than 100. This guy really exaggerates; it's probably less than 50 times, because I'm always worried about hygiene and only agree when I'm in a really good mood. Mrs. Ma got up and took out her small bag, revealing a small bottle and a small box. If I'm not mistaken, the bottle was probably lubricant, and the box was probably a vibrator. Sure enough, Mrs. Ma said it was a bottle of Hong Kong Zhaobang brand lubricant, and that it worked very well. Inside the box were three beads, each about 30 millimeters in diameter.
Mrs. Ma, carrying some things, approached me with a lecherous look. "Sister, I'm not feeling well today. I'm so envious that you can have a sandwich first." Sigh, I've been incredibly lewd today. I was penetrated by two men, then given oral sex, and now I'm about to experience the sandwich my husband has always wanted me to have but never been able to. "Let me help you prepare," Mrs. Ma said, squatting down in front of me. I had my legs crossed, but as soon as she squatted down, I instinctively spread them apart. When did I become so lewd?
This action gave Mrs. Ma more to talk about. "So eager, huh? I actually wanted to eat the sandwich first, but I can only blame myself for letting my sister try it."
Hearing her say that, I didn't feel ashamed at all. Instead, I teased her, saying, "Yes, of course I'm eager to try it if I haven't had it before. Come on, little sister, help your big back door relax first." After saying that, I lay down a little, letting my butt stick out off the sofa, and crossed my legs, raising them and holding them with my hands, thus completely exposing my big butt to Mrs. Ma. I thought that seeing my alluring posture, the two men wouldn't be affected by their previous two ejaculations.
Mrs. Ma first slapped my butt a few times, and with her slapping, I deliberately made "oh, oh" moans. At this moment, I just wanted to be more lewd to completely relax. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself and said, "Give me a kiss first," and afterwards, I thought to myself how lewd I was.
After hearing this, Mrs. Ma said, "Oh dear, you're in such a hurry, it hasn't even started yet." Then suddenly I felt her tongue lightly brush against my anus, gradually increasing the pressure, like a little snake trying to burrow into my body. After enjoying this for about two minutes, my raised legs got a little tired, so I changed position and lay face down on the sofa, my chest pressed against the sofa, but my buttocks sticking up high. After waiting for a few seconds, Mrs. Ma must have opened the small bottle of lubricant. Then I felt liquid dripping onto my buttocks and anus. Immediately afterwards, a finger came in, gently inserting into my anus and bringing in some lubricant. It felt very smooth at first. After a few rounds, it became two fingers. I didn't feel the discomfort I felt when two fingers were inserted during foreplay with my husband. Was it because Mrs. Ma's fingers were thinner? I lay quietly on the sofa, trying to relax. I knew that the most important thing for sex was to relax the anus. Suddenly, I felt pressure in my anus, as if something thick was trying to force its way in. This sensation lasted less than a second, then disappeared, accompanied by the feeling of something filling my anus. Mrs. Ma must have inserted a bead. I tried to keep my breathing even, allowing myself to adjust to the feeling. Mrs. Ma, very experienced, used her fingers to draw circles around my anus, keeping my buttocks and anus feeling itchy. My husband had said that this sensation was necessary to replace the discomfort of insertion before intercourse, and Mrs. Ma seemed very experienced. About five minutes later, all three beads were inserted into my anus. I tried to adjust to the sensation, feeling alternating hot and cold sensations within my body.
Then I felt another hand tickling my buttocks, and it was different from the previous one. I instinctively felt it was my husband's hand tickling me. I slowly turned my head to confirm my feeling. My husband gets especially excited when we have intercourse, so I guessed he wanted to go in first. My husband gently pulled on the thin string on the pull beads, slowly increasing the force. I felt a tearing sensation in my anus again. Fortunately, Mrs. Ma's fingernails kept sliding around my anus, adding lubricant intermittently. One, two, three beads—my husband pulled them all out.
Suddenly, I heard him say, "Dude, you go first." I think this perfectly revealed his cuckoldry. He now completely saw me as a slut to be raped by others, deriving psychological stimulation from it. Hearing him say this, I felt no anger. Instead, I thought about how to better cater to his cuckoldry mentality. Yes, I had to be even more wanton. So I wriggled my hips and said, "Hurry up, who wants to come in first!" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something hard, unlike fingers or a vaginal apron, pressing against my anus and gently rubbing against it. Then I saw Mrs. Ma pick up a small bottle of lubricant, probably pouring it onto his penis. After rubbing for a while, it made my anus itchy, and then it began to slowly penetrate. Unlike vaginal aprons, which only cause a tearing sensation upon entry, this penis provided a continuous feeling. I felt it go in a little and then pull back, adding more lubricant before pushing it back in. This time, the penis didn't pull back but slowly inward, until I finally felt the sensation of rectal penetration. I knew Mr. Ma's penis was fully inside. Mr. Ma didn't continue thrusting but let me enjoy this feeling for a few seconds, then slowly pulled out and slowly entered again, gradually increasing the speed. Soon, the tearing pain disappeared, replaced by pleasure from my anus and a feeling of heat throughout my body.
After Mr. Ma thrust in and out for a while, he said, "I can't take it anymore, buddy, it's your turn. It's too tight, I need to control myself for a bit." My anus suddenly felt empty, and I felt so itchy. I even wanted to stick a finger in myself, but this feeling lasted less than 3 seconds before my husband's penis entered me. After the treatment from Mrs. Ma and Mr. Ma, my husband didn't show any gentleness and started thrusting quickly in and out of my anus, slapping my buttocks as he did so. "Ah, so good, that's what I want to do to you!" My husband rarely makes "Ah!" sounds during sex unless he's really excited. Hearing him make that sound made me very happy, knowing that I was making him very excited.
My husband grabbed my waist and slapped my buttocks, his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of my anus. Suddenly, the feeling of orgasm came. Friends who have experienced it should know that anal orgasms are different from vaginal orgasms. An anal orgasm can last for more than 10 minutes with shaking.
I couldn't control myself anymore; my whole body started trembling. I'd only experienced this feeling three times before, and then, due to various reasons, mainly environmental factors, I hadn't been able to experience anal orgasms again. This time, the anal orgasm came at just the right time, and it happened in front of a couple of strangers. This made me feel more relaxed; I held nothing back. I felt hot and cold all over, and I wanted to find someone to hug. Mrs. Ma noticed my state first and quickly lay down beneath me. I immediately collapsed onto her, trembling all over as I hugged her. My husband didn't slow down; instead, he continued to slap my buttocks harder and thrust into me faster, while massaging my genitals from behind with his hands. This finally exceeded my body's limits; my body seemed to separate from my mind, and the genital orgasm came just in time. An uncontrollable sensation came from my genitals and gushed out. My husband slowed down, slowly withdrawing his penis from my anus. My trembling hadn't stopped; I lay haphazardly on Mrs. Ma, while my husband gently stroked me from the side.
A few minutes later, I gradually calmed down and slowly got up from Mrs. Ma and lay down next to her. Mr. Ma promptly brought me a glass of water and gave me a couple of sips. He spoke first, "Honey, you had a blast today." Mrs.
Ma quickly added, "Sister, I've never experienced simultaneous orgasms before! This is the first time I've ever seen it!" Mr. Ma chimed in, "Yeah, it's my first time too. What did it feel like?" "It felt like I was going to die!" These three are really something; they've all seen it for the first time, and this is my first time experiencing it!
My husband then said lewdly, "Feeling better now? Time for a sandwich?" This guy really wouldn't give up until he'd worn me out, but I was still really into it, so I replied, "Okay! Who's on the bottom?" My husband immediately sat down on the sofa, and his penis, as if on command, stood up again. I got up, walked over to my husband, bent down and took a few bites of his penis, then straddled him, guiding his penis slowly into my vagina. After sitting down, my husband moved me a little off the sofa so that my buttocks were outside the sofa, making room for Mr. Ma to stand. I straddled my husband... I slowly lowered myself onto my husband's body, wiggling my hips on his penis, and kissed him before saying, "Are you satisfied?" My husband hummed in agreement and said, "I'm glad you're happy." At this moment, Mr. Ma was behind me. I first felt his large hands supporting my buttocks, and then his penis pressed against my anus and slowly inserted itself. My anus was now completely lubricated and relaxed, so there was no pain this time. After Mr. Ma was fully inserted, I carefully savored the feeling of fullness. Although my husband had used a dildo to give me fullness from both ends before, the feeling was different. The two of them started moving. At first, they couldn't quite get the rhythm right, but gradually they did. They started going at it like a windmill, and I was pushed to the peak again. My whole body felt hot and cold, and finally, my vaginal orgasm came first. My husband suddenly hugged my waist tightly, and Mr. Ma also cooperated by lifting my legs up. I was being thrust into by the two men in the air. After a while, Mr. Ma moved back and sat on the sofa. This time, I sat on Mr. Ma's penis with my anus. Mr. Ma hugged my waist from behind, and my whole body went limp on Mr. Ma. My husband spread my legs from the front and thrust wildly. Finally, after a series of rapid thrusts, my husband's penis stopped and began to throb at its deepest point. This throbbing brought me to orgasm again, and the fluid I ejaculated splashed onto my husband's face. My husband withdrew his penis with satisfaction and kissed my genitals. At this moment, Mr. Ma pushed me to one side, and my anus, still attached to his penis, turned to his side. He began to frantically penetrate my anus in this sideways position. Excitedly, I stretched my right leg outwards repeatedly. Mr. Ma then grabbed my right leg and began slapping my buttocks repeatedly. At this moment, Mr. Ma grabbed my breasts from behind, my vulva wide open, facing my husband and Mrs. Ma. My vulva was probably still leaking my husband's semen, and my legs were still covered in my own fluids. Thinking of this, another surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I cried out loudly, "Ah, ah!" Finally, after one more thrust, Mr. Ma gripped my breasts tightly. The throbbing sensation of his penis in my rectum returned. I actively sought the sensation of anal orgasm, twisting my hips vigorously. Sure enough, I orgasmed with the stimulation before Mr. Ma withdrew his penis. After the penis was withdrawn, I rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. I lay there, trembling, unconsciously twisting my hips and waist, and rubbing my breasts against the carpet… This continued for more than ten minutes until my body calmed down. I slowly turned over and saw all three of them grinning at me. I knew Mrs. Ma must be envious of the multiple orgasms I experienced during the sandwich, Mr. Ma must feel a great sense of accomplishment as a man for bringing a woman to such an orgasm, and my husband was happy to see me so wanton and excited, satisfying his cuckoldry desires and making me happy for the many orgasms I had experienced. Thus ended the memory of my night of rebirth. Although we did it again the next morning, and Mrs. Ma also enjoyed the sandwich, it wasn't particularly special for me, so I won't describe it further. It's worth noting that I slept in the same bed as Mrs. Ma that night, while my husband and Mr. Ma slept together. Perhaps this arrangement was to prevent any further trouble. Before leaving, we agreed to pretend nothing had happened and not to contact each other again.

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