The real feeling of 3P

We are a loving couple. Although we are ordinary, we share a common ideal and hobby that led us to choose the most beautiful scenery in sex – infidelity and threesomes. Below is our honest experience, which we would like to share with you, hoping to exchange ideas with those who share similar feelings.

The passage of time has made our marriage last three years. We used to explore the world of sex together, experiencing and trying the beautiful moments in our sex life. We never thought about such a forward-thinking idea (threesomes and infidelity). From boundless passion to calm sex, life seemed to pass by in a bland and tasteless way. We always thought that was just how life was.

After we got a computer at home, my husband developed a new hobby – surfing the internet. He liked to browse pornographic websites and shared his feelings and opinions about them with me. I just laughed it off; men are all a bit lewd, and besides, he liked it online, so I didn't pay much attention. Until one day, my husband brought up the topic of couples swapping partners and threesomes. I was shocked. How could such a private and secret matter between husband and wife be swapped and shared with another person? I disagreed and maintained this different view with my husband.

One day, I received a call from Qiang, my first love from vocational school. He talked at length about how much he missed me after we separated and asked me to meet him at a hotel. My woman's intuition told me that while we had been intimate in the past, we had never crossed any lines. But this time, things might be different, and I might be doomed. Qiang was indeed an excellent man, but various reasons separated us, preventing me from fulfilling our promises. His arrival today filled me with mixed emotions, stirring up countless feelings within me. My unusual behavior didn't escape my husband's notice, and after repeated questioning, I told him the truth. He was at a loss for what to do, so I spoke first, suggesting I either not go to see him or go with him. At this point, he declared: "To love someone is to give them freedom," a promise he would always keep.

I hugged him tightly and said, "You are the one I love. Thank you for giving me this freedom, but I still want to be your only woman."

After calming down, my husband thought for a moment and said to me, "You should still go. No matter what, I will always love you."

With my husband's strong support, I felt much more at ease. Regardless of the outcome, with my husband's understanding, our marriage and our love would never change; perhaps it fulfilled some of the ideas he had expressed online.

That evening, my husband took me to the hotel. In a secluded corner, he hugged me tightly, gave me a deep kiss, and explained some issues and things to be careful about. In particular, he told me to put my phone in my handbag so he could hear about my time with Qiang at home and share it with me. I smiled and scolded him, "You're so naughty."

I told my husband to hurry back. After watching him leave, I felt more confident and went straight to the 8th floor of the hotel. Outside Qiang's room, I called my husband on my cell phone, then knocked and went in. Qiang was very courteous and didn't act immediately, but warmly greeted me. He even ordered a waiter to bring two bottles of wine. I, who never drinks, unknowingly drank a few glasses under his hospitality. My face slowly turned rosy as I drank. We chatted about everything under the sun, and it felt like we were back in our first love days. Qiang was still the same as before, holding my hand and gently kissing my face. I felt that Qiang was more mature and manly than before. At this moment, Qiang's hands began to wander over my chest and unbuttoned my clothes to touch my breasts. I felt a jolt of jealousy and let him do as he pleased. Qiang's hands slowly moved down, touching a woman's most private area. I hugged Qiang tightly and said, "Did you bring it?" Qiang asked knowingly, "You don't have an IUD?" "No, I've never had one." "Actually, I do have one, but it's been so many years."

Qiang was just worried about safety, and besides, this was a precaution her husband had given her. Qiang understood and went out to use a condom.

I took out my phone and asked my husband, who had been eavesdropping at home. He said it was very exciting, and that my performance was excellent. I scolded him and asked for his opinion, saying, "Maybe it's still possible to back out now." My husband replied confidently, "I'm fine with it, you shouldn't give up halfway." I smiled knowingly.

At this moment, Qiang knocked on the door. I told my husband the best was yet to come, and he could listen carefully. I put my phone in my bag, opened a crack, and placed it on the bedside table so my husband could experience what it's like to be a cuckold.

Qiang came back and hugged me, wanting to get down to business. I pushed him away and went into the bathroom to shower. Warm currents flowed down my body, slowly washing away the effects of the alcohol. I thought about how soon I would belong to another man, while my husband was on the other side. When I came out of the bathroom, I was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water. Qiang didn't wait for me to get on top of him and carried me to the bed, pinning me down. He gently kissed my ear and said, "I've been waiting for this day for so long, it feels like an eternity."

Qiang wrapped one arm around my neck, while his other hand slowly moved upwards from under my nightgown, purposefully and methodically unhooking my bra and pulling off my upper nightgown as well. My white, round breasts were now fully exposed. Qiang then quickly removed his own clothes, his strong body revealing his erect penis. He pressed down on me again, and I gently hugged him, stroking his back. His skin was rougher than my husband's, his muscles more defined, and his penis, though smaller, was large and hard, moving between my legs.

Qiang's hands continued to caress my breasts, his tongue entering my mouth, licking and kissing. I could clearly feel my genitals were already very wet, and my hand involuntarily caressed Qiang's penis, feeling its heat, hardness, and size.

Then he kissed me deeply, lingering on my breasts, sucking on my nipples and licking them back and forth with his tongue; sometimes he would suck on my nipples and not let go; a series of pleasures followed in my wet vagina. Qiang's hands were also busy, stroking downwards until they reached the edge of my vagina, pulling off my underwear, moving around my vagina, repeatedly reliving that area.

It aroused countless desires in me. When Qiang's hand touched the entrance of my vagina, he suddenly and quickly inserted it into my vagina, then slowed down and groped for it. Under his caresses, my vagina had no choice but to accept its fate, and I was embarrassed to be so wet in front of Qiang; Qiang's hand kept gently stroking a spot in my vagina, the G-spot that my husband had searched for a long time to find, and Qiang found it so quickly. I couldn't help but moan softly. Qiang slowly kissed downwards, kissing my inner and outer thighs, one hand on my buttocks, the other already back The peaks of my breasts, a woman's most beautiful sight, were revealed to him without any attempt to conceal them. Qiang's tongue gently swept across my thighs, repeatedly licking the outer labia majora. I felt itchy and numb, and a tingling sensation near the vaginal opening. I began to curl up, my legs moving involuntarily, emitting soft moans. Qiang took one of my labia into his mouth, sweeping it with his tongue, then switching to the other labia, gently taking both labia into his mouth at the same time, sucking them together, and using his tongue to insert and withdraw between the two labia, sweeping horizontally. I felt incredibly good.

Qiang's tongue then moved to the tip of my clitoris; sometimes his tongue flicked upwards from below the clitoris; sometimes it flicked the clitoris from side to side; and sometimes he pressed my clitoris with his tongue. Finally, he took my clitoris into his mouth and stirred it around with his tongue. This sudden and rapid rhythm made me moan, the pleasure surging upwards, and I achieved an orgasm without penile penetration.

My heart yearned for Qiang to penetrate me quickly, to relieve my immediate urgency. At that moment, Qiang put on a condom, and I knew in my heart that my second virginity was gone forever. When Qiang pressed down heavily, his penis gently rubbed against the entrance of my vagina. My wet vagina opened slightly, it was incredibly uncomfortable. Qiang's penis plunged in deeply, and I cried out, tightly hugging Qiang.

A long-awaited desire had finally come to fruition. My vagina was filled to the brim with Qiang's hard penis. I silently enjoyed the sweet feeling of being made by a man, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. Long-dormant emotions were stirred up like a surging tide. My restless mind was filled with a strange impulse, and a strong desire for a man surged within me in an instant.

Qiang's penis slowly twisted inside me, passionately kissing every part of my upper body. My pleasure surged impatiently, and I whispered to Qiang: "You've killed me."

This was perhaps the intense stimulation for Qiang; he launched a furious attack on me, the rhythmic, rapid sounds of organs and flesh colliding, along with my constant moans, creating a symphony of sex between us. The rapid movements were incredibly stimulating.

With each powerful thrust from Qiang, pleasure gradually built up, spreading from my vagina throughout my body, making me exceptionally sensitive, experiencing an indescribable ecstasy; the tingling, itchy desire inside was suddenly satisfied.

I was unaware of my husband's feelings, who was overhearing us at home; I only wanted to share the pleasure of sex with the man before me.

"Ahhh!" With each cry of mine, Qiang's primal energy erupted like a volcano, gushing forth. My vagina contracted in waves, tightly gripping Qiang's penis, and streams of his warm fluid were released deep within me. Qiang and I held each other tightly, the passion of our sex life reaching its zenith.

The passion was slowly fading, but Qiang was still pressing down on me. I could feel his penis, still hard, not soft. Confused, I asked him what was wrong. He said he hadn't experienced this before, only with me. Maybe it was because my vagina was special, very tight and contracting, sucking on my penis—a top-tier vagina.

Because Qiang was much heavier than my husband, I felt a bit overwhelmed after the passion subsided, and Qiang reluctantly let go.

After cleaning him up, he kissed my vagina and breasts for a while. We hugged tenderly for a long time. Qiang asked if I wanted to go home, and I said, "How can I not go home? My husband is waiting for me at home." Qiang then asked if my husband knew about my rendezvous. I didn't answer, but touched Qiang's penis. My God, it was still hard! Qiang asked if I wanted more, and I nodded. Qiang put on a condom, spread my legs, and his penis thrust straight in, and he started fucking me fiercely again.

The lingering pleasure surged again, and Qiang switched to a doggy-style position, changing positions several times before finally ejaculating on top of me. I clung to Qiang tightly again, another orgasm erupting!

When I got home, it was late. As soon as I entered, my husband hugged me tightly. I felt like a child who had done something wrong, burying my flushed face in his chest, unable to face him. He carried me into the bedroom and placed me on the bed, quickly undressing me and stripping me naked. He gently stroked my vaginal opening with his penis, and soon thrust it in. I felt his penis was incredibly hard, almost unbelievably so. We had made love the night before; he usually only makes love once a week, but he can sing for an hour straight—he's a true man's man. For the next three or four days, he had no interest in sex. Tonight, another unpredictable night, his penis was so hard. Could it be that my husband was right—life really does need passion?!

After my husband penetrated me, he pressed himself against me and didn't move. He said he had overheard me and Qiang having sex on the phone and felt like I was a substitute for him, allowing him to experience womanly sex while being a man. Hearing his endless sweet talk, my vagina quickly became wet, but he didn't dare to make a strong thrust. I asked him if he was being silly down there. He said it was because Qiang and I had been stimulating him, and he almost ejaculated while eavesdropping. Now that he was inside me, he was even more afraid to move. He kept kissing my face, lips, and breasts, reminiscing about my affair. He asked me many questions about how I felt compared to another man. I honestly told him my feelings. Just as I was getting into it, he pulled his penis out. I asked him what happened, and he said he couldn't stand the stimulation anymore. When he pulled out, he always liked to kiss and taste my vagina, looking for differences from vaginas that had been used before. He said the color had become rosier, fuller, and more alluring, like a budding flower, its center glistening with dew—so beautiful! I love you, my wife!

He thrust his penis deep into my vagina, pounding violently. His penis was longer than Qiang's, and each thrust penetrated deep into the core of my vagina, indulging me completely in my wetness. I moaned and cried out from within. I had been somewhat restrained in front of Qiang, but this was my husband, the man I had made love with for so many years. Tonight, under the frenzy of his long and hard penis, my vagina tightly contracted and enveloped his penis. With his wolf-like howl, he held me tightly and ejaculated. He ejaculated directly inside my vagina, unlike when we had a condom between us. The situation was quite different. Thinking about tonight, in different circumstances, with two different men

, sharing two different penises, I was filled with boundless passion. I embraced my husband tightly, feeling the ecstatic pleasure of his penis penetrating my body and reaching the core of my vagina. We spent a romantic and passionate night together.

In the days that followed, Qiang and I had several more sexual encounters, all arranged by my husband. Each time, I insisted that Qiang wear a condom, and my husband would eavesdrop on the phone. Once, he even secretly installed a hidden camera at home to film our sexual encounter, which we then shared with him afterwards. My husband is very clever and capable; he remembers other people's sexy strengths and uses them for his own purposes, which greatly benefits our sex life and deepens our relationship. My

husband has asked me several times if Qiang and I could be sexually active simultaneously, what people call a threesome. I also asked Qiang, but he couldn't believe it and eventually gave up. My husband asked me to be wary of men who have feelings for me; he wants a safe man to ejaculate before having sex with him. Many men have been eyeing me, but I'm never quite right for them. Most are local, and there's a risk of trouble. More importantly, many men these days are dangerous. I feel

insecure. Even though I can use a condom, I'm afraid he might suddenly penetrate me if he doesn't want to continue.

One day, my husband asked me to accompany him to visit him in prison. I took leave and went with him. In a prison visiting room, I met Wen. He was as handsome as my husband. Wen had been a bank manager and was sentenced to six years in prison for using his salary to start a company. He

was three months away from being released.

On the way back, my husband asked me how I felt about Wen. I said it was okay. My husband said Wen was a suitable candidate for a threesome, especially since it was safe, and I silently agreed.

After Wen was released, my husband talked to him a lot about threesomes. Wen was surprised by how fast society had progressed. My husband pretended not to hear and gave Wen advice, suggesting that Wen make a move on me. Wen did not disappoint my husband, and of course, I also had my unspoken understanding, and he got my approval. After a week of phone conversations and physical contact, I told my husband that the time was almost right. My husband said it was time.

That day, Wen came to my house. We had dinner together at a hotel, each of us drank some wine, sang a few songs, and then went back to our rooms. My husband made an excuse to leave and then called Wen, saying that if things didn't go as planned, I should call him again. My husband and I had already agreed not to give Wen a private opportunity, because if we did, it would be more difficult for him to have a threesome. Later events proved that we were right. Because I had prepared in advance, I wore a rather sexy outfit to meet Wen. After my husband left, Wen said to me, "Close your eyes, I have a gift for you." After I closed my eyes, Wen gave me a kiss. I smiled and accepted it. Wen then picked me up and caressed me. I didn't resist much and just gave in. Wen carried me to the bed, his hands lingering on my high breasts. His nervousness made him flustered. I knew very well what Wen had felt and longed for in a woman over the past six years. Wen's hand touched my vagina, and I pushed him away, gave him a kiss, and went to the bathroom to lock the door. No matter how much Wen knocked from the outside, I wouldn't open it.

A while later, I heard Wen call her husband and say no; soon her husband arrived, and I went outside. He carried me to the bed and kissed me. Wen, seizing the opportunity, also got onto the other side of the bed. My husband took off my upper clothes, revealing my full, snow-white breasts, which revealed a beautiful cleavage. My full, alluring breasts stood high, topped with a ripe cherry-like nipple.

My husband and Wen lay on either side of me, gently licking and kissing my earlobes and the base of my ears. Then, they slowly took my entire ear into their mouths, beginning to lick my ear canals and ears with the tips of their tongues, their tongues probing into my ear canals, gently rolling and licking.

My husband's licks entered my mouth, full of tenderness.

Wen continued to caress and kiss my firm breasts, gently sliding his fingers along the edges while licking them with his tongue. At this moment, my husband leaned over me, holding me tightly in his arms, stroking my hair with one hand and my chest with the other, kissing my lips and whispering words of love. I felt a sense of security with my husband there. My hand touched my husband's penis, a penis I knew all too well. My other hand also caressed Wen's penis, which was about the same size as my husband's, only a little shorter and coarser. Both penises were hard and erect, with smooth and shiny dark pubic hair.

My husband and Wen slowly kissed my lower body from both sides, their bodies flanking me. Their penises stood erect against my chest. I first stroked each penis against my nipples, moving them up and down. While kissing my husband's penis, I used my other hand to caress Wen's. I played with each penis in one hand, carefully comparing and admiring them. I pressed both erect penises together, licking and kissing them simultaneously with my tongue. The glans were pressed together, my tongue swirling around the glans, kneading the penises while sliding between them.

My husband and Wen slowly parted my round, smooth thighs, removing my bra. My flat stomach, round buttocks, and the junction of my full, white thighs revealed a mysterious black area! They gazed greedily at my snow-white, smooth skin, slightly flushed, my plump, white body possessing beautiful curves.

My vagina was like a budding flower, with abundant pubic hair. Beneath that thick, dark pubic hair, my soft mons pubis rose slightly, and at the bottom, the tightly closed slits concealed a glimpse of spring within, all of which was laid bare before the two men.

Their soft tongues swept across my vagina in turn, their lips and tongues probing deep into my clitoris, anus, and labia. I lay there limply, my hands constantly tending to the two penises, my vagina opening and closing uncontrollably, overflowing with fluid.

I wanted them to penetrate me quickly; I couldn't take it anymore.

At this moment, my husband lay down and gestured for me to get on top of him. I climbed on top of him, forming a 69 position, and took his penis into my mouth, raising my buttocks for him. My husband spread my vagina open from below, allowing him to insert his hard penis into my vagina. I couldn't help but cry out. My husband saw me being penetrated by him, and I felt the penis in my mouth was very hard, with some semen leaking out. My husband stroked my vulva, which was being penetrated and moved by him, watching my excited expression as I was being penetrated by another man. I finally experienced this kind of passion I had never felt before. I was dazed, and my mind went blank.

At this moment, he probably couldn't hold on any longer and pulled his penis out. My husband got on top of me again and inserted his penis again. He put his penis in my mouth, and just as he was about to ejaculate, he would switch to another man, alternating the thrusts into my vagina. My vagina was constantly contracting, and waves of pleasure washed over me. I moaned and cried out, feeling the intense impact of the penis in wave after wave of orgasm.

My husband lay down facing me, and I straddled him in the same position, inserting his penis into my vagina. I raised my buttocks so that Wen could insert his penis into my vagina from behind. Perhaps my vagina was a bit narrow, because Wen tried several times but couldn't insert it. Later, Wen used his hand to pry open the end of my vagina near my anus, and he was able to insert it with difficulty. At the moment of insertion, all three of us shouted at the same time. The breakthrough was achieved! They inserted both of their penises into my tight and narrow vagina at once!

Two tightly closed labia enveloped two glans penises. I felt a slight pain in my vagina, yet I couldn't help but moan. They noticed me, stopping their thrusts and then slowly withdrawing after a moment. As soon as one penis withdrew to the vaginal opening, the other immediately plunged deep inside. With each thrust, my labia were stretched apart, their glans rubbing against my warm, delicate inner walls, the sensation traveling from their penises to their very core… Their penises were gripped tightly by my incredibly narrow vagina, which felt even tighter with two penises, each insertion filling me completely. My vagina felt swollen and itchy. Their penises rhythmically moved in and out, turning my moans into frantic screams. This experience we were enjoying was a once-in-a-lifetime, once-in-a-century sensation.

Amidst my screams, the two men thrust and pulled in and out simultaneously in a frenzy. My vagina was subjected to the alternating impacts of their penises. At the moment they pulled me tightly into their arms, both penises ejaculated onto my cervix, waves of tingling pleasure washing over my entire body! My screams grew louder, like the surging waves of desire, the overlapping climaxes lingering long afterward.

Deep in my heart, I've always been deeply grateful to my husband; he gave me the joy of being a woman, allowing me to experience the most beautiful scenery of other men. I asked him if he and Wen had practiced with other women that day, given how well they performed together. He said it was the result of collecting many articles about threesomes with Wen. Now,

Qiang and Wen are both in the past. Qiang has settled abroad, and Wen went to an open city in the south. Although we still keep in touch occasionally, we no longer have a sexual relationship. Because we've had a threesome, I no longer want to have an affair with Qiang, and we've heard that Wen hasn't picked up any more women since, so we've given him a no-go.

I have always wanted to find a woman for my husband so that I can enjoy their sexiness, but I have never been able to do so. After all, such things are still subject to great restrictions in today's society. Now I feel that what is more practical is the exchange between husband and wife, which can be done in a long-term, friendly way. We started by having four people exchange in one room. After doing the same thing many times, when we felt safe and that it would not harm either of our families, we started to have regular exchanges in the following ways: (1) Exchanges between individuals, that is, the husband and the other party and the wife, the other party's husband and the other party, separate, sexy, the time and place are determined by each group. In this way, each person can treat their exchange partner as a date with a lover, which is romantic and passionate. (2) 3P with 2 women and 1 man: (3) 3P with 2 men and 1 woman.

We are a loving couple. Although we are ordinary, we have common ideals and hobbies. We chose the most beautiful scenery in sex - cheating and 3P sex. The following is our real experience to share with you. I hope to take this opportunity to communicate with you who feel the same way.

Three years have passed since our marriage began. We used to explore the world of sex together, experiencing and enjoying the beautiful moments of our intimate life. We never considered anything beyond the realm of threesomes and infidelity. From boundless passion to a more tranquil sex life, life seemed to pass by in a bland and tasteless way. I always thought that was just how life was.

After we got a computer, my husband developed a new hobby – surfing the internet. He liked to browse pornographic websites and shared his feelings and opinions on them with me. I just laughed it off; men are all a bit lustful, and besides, he liked it online, so I didn't pay much attention. Until one day, my husband brought up the topic of couples swapping and threesomes. I was shocked. How could such a private and secret matter between husband and wife be swapped and shared with another person? I disagreed and maintained this different viewpoint with my husband.

One day, I received a call from Qiang, my first love from vocational school. He talked at length about how much he missed me after we separated and asked me to meet him at a hotel. My woman's intuition told me that while we had been intimate in the past, we had never crossed any lines. But this time, things might be different, and I might be doomed. Qiang was indeed an excellent man, but various reasons separated us, preventing me from fulfilling our promises. His arrival today filled me with mixed emotions, stirring up countless feelings within me. My unusual behavior didn't escape my husband's notice, and after repeated questioning, I told him the truth. He was at a loss for what to do, so I spoke first, suggesting I either not go to see him or go with him. At this point, he declared: "To love someone is to give them freedom," a promise he would always keep.

I hugged him tightly and said, "You are the one I love. Thank you for giving me this freedom, but I still want to be your only woman."

After calming down, my husband thought for a moment and said to me, "You should still go. No matter what, I will always love you."

With my husband's strong support, I felt much more at ease. Regardless of the outcome, with my husband's understanding, our marriage and our love will never change. Perhaps this fulfilled some of the ideas my husband had expressed online.

That evening, my husband dropped me off at the hotel. In a secluded corner, he hugged me tightly, gave me a deep kiss, and explained some things to me, especially the importance of putting my phone in my handbag so he could hear about my time with Qiang and share it with me at home. I smiled and scolded him: "You're so naughty."

I told my husband to hurry back. After watching him leave, I felt more confident and went straight to the 8th floor of the hotel. Outside Qiang's room, I called my husband on my cell phone, then knocked and went in. Qiang was very courteous and didn't act immediately, but warmly greeted me. He even ordered a waiter to bring two bottles of wine. I, who never drinks, unknowingly drank a few glasses under his hospitality. My face slowly turned rosy as I drank. We chatted about everything under the sun, and it felt like we were back in our first love days. Qiang was still the same as before, holding my hand and gently kissing my face. I felt that Qiang was more mature and manly than before. At this moment, Qiang's hands began to wander over my chest and unbuttoned my clothes to touch my breasts. I felt a jolt of jealousy and let him do as he pleased. Qiang's hands slowly moved down, touching a woman's most private area. I hugged Qiang tightly and said, "Did you bring it?" Qiang asked knowingly, "You don't have an IUD?" "No, I've never had one." "Actually, I do have one, but it's been so many years."

Qiang was just worried about safety, and besides, this was a precaution her husband had given her. Qiang understood and went out to use a condom.

I took out my phone and asked my husband, who had been eavesdropping at home. He said it was very exciting, and that my performance was excellent. I scolded him and asked for his opinion, saying, "Maybe it's still possible to back out now." My husband replied confidently, "I'm fine with it, you shouldn't give up halfway." I smiled knowingly.

At this moment, Qiang knocked on the door. I told my husband the best was yet to come, and he could listen carefully. I put my phone in my bag, opened a crack, and placed it on the bedside table so my husband could experience what it's like to be a cuckold.

Qiang came back and hugged me, wanting to get down to business. I pushed him away and went into the bathroom to shower. Warm currents flowed down my body, slowly washing away the effects of the alcohol. I thought about how soon I would belong to another man, while my husband was on the other side. When I came out of the bathroom, I was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water. Qiang didn't wait for me to get on top of him and carried me to the bed, pinning me down. He gently kissed my ear and said, "I've been waiting for this day for so long, it feels like an eternity."

Qiang wrapped one arm around my neck, while his other hand slowly moved upwards from under my nightgown, purposefully and methodically unhooking my bra and pulling off my upper nightgown as well. My white, round breasts were now fully exposed. Qiang then quickly removed his own clothes, his strong body revealing his erect penis. He pressed down on me again, and I gently hugged him, stroking his back. His skin was rougher than my husband's, his muscles more defined, and his penis, though smaller, was large and hard, moving between my legs.

Qiang's hands continued to caress my breasts, his tongue entering my mouth, licking and kissing. I could clearly feel my genitals were already very wet, and my hand involuntarily caressed Qiang's penis, feeling its heat, hardness, and size.

Then he kissed me deeply, lingering on my breasts, sucking on my nipples and licking them back and forth with his tongue; sometimes he would suck on my nipples and not let go; a series of pleasures followed in my wet vagina. Qiang's hands were also busy, stroking downwards until they reached the edge of my vagina, pulling off my underwear, moving around my vagina, repeatedly reliving that area.

It aroused countless desires in me. When Qiang's hand touched the entrance of my vagina, he suddenly and quickly inserted it into my vagina, then slowed down and groped for it. Under his caresses, my vagina had no choice but to accept its fate, and I was embarrassed to be so wet in front of Qiang; Qiang's hand kept gently stroking a spot in my vagina, the G-spot that my husband had searched for a long time to find, and Qiang found it so quickly. I couldn't help but moan softly. Qiang slowly kissed downwards, kissing my inner and outer thighs, one hand on my buttocks, the other already back The peaks of my breasts, a woman's most beautiful sight, were revealed to him without any attempt to conceal them. Qiang's tongue gently swept across my thighs, repeatedly licking the outer labia majora. I felt itchy and numb, and a tingling sensation near the vaginal opening. I began to curl up, my legs moving involuntarily, emitting soft moans. Qiang took one of my labia into his mouth, sweeping it with his tongue, then switching to the other labia, gently taking both labia into his mouth at the same time, sucking them together, and using his tongue to insert and withdraw between the two labia, sweeping horizontally. I felt incredibly good.

Qiang's tongue then moved to the tip of my clitoris; sometimes his tongue flicked upwards from below the clitoris; sometimes it flicked the clitoris from side to side; and sometimes he pressed my clitoris with his tongue. Finally, he took my clitoris into his mouth and stirred it around with his tongue. This sudden and rapid rhythm made me moan, the pleasure surging upwards, and I achieved an orgasm without penile penetration.

My heart yearned for Qiang to penetrate me quickly, to relieve my immediate urgency. At that moment, Qiang put on a condom, and I knew in my heart that my second virginity was gone forever. When Qiang pressed down heavily, his penis gently rubbed against the entrance of my vagina. My wet vagina opened slightly, it was incredibly uncomfortable. Qiang's penis plunged in deeply, and I cried out, tightly hugging Qiang.

A long-awaited desire had finally come to fruition. My vagina was filled to the brim with Qiang's hard penis. I silently enjoyed the sweet feeling of being made by a man, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. Long-dormant emotions were stirred up like a surging tide. My restless mind was filled with a strange impulse, and a strong desire for a man surged within me in an instant.

Qiang's penis slowly twisted inside me, passionately kissing every part of my upper body. My pleasure surged impatiently, and I whispered to Qiang: "You've killed me."

This was perhaps the intense stimulation for Qiang; he launched a furious attack on me, the rhythmic, rapid sounds of organs and flesh colliding, along with my constant moans, creating a symphony of sex between us. The rapid movements were incredibly stimulating.

With each powerful thrust from Qiang, pleasure gradually built up, spreading from my vagina throughout my body, making me exceptionally sensitive, experiencing an indescribable ecstasy; the tingling, itchy desire inside was suddenly satisfied.

I was unaware of my husband's feelings, who was overhearing us at home; I only wanted to share the pleasure of sex with the man before me.

"Ahhh!" With each cry of mine, Qiang's primal energy erupted like a volcano, gushing forth. My vagina contracted in waves, tightly gripping Qiang's penis, and streams of his warm fluid were released deep within me. Qiang and I held each other tightly, the passion of our sex life reaching its zenith.

The passion was slowly fading, but Qiang was still pressing down on me. I could feel his penis, still hard, not soft. Confused, I asked him what was wrong. He said he hadn't experienced this before, only with me. Maybe it was because my vagina was special, very tight and contracting, sucking on my penis—a top-tier vagina.

Because Qiang was much heavier than my husband, I felt a bit overwhelmed after the passion subsided, and Qiang reluctantly let go.

After cleaning him up, he kissed my vagina and breasts for a while. We hugged tenderly for a long time. Qiang asked if I wanted to go home, and I said, "How can I not go home? My husband is waiting for me at home." Qiang then asked if my husband knew about my rendezvous. I didn't answer, but touched Qiang's penis. My God, it was still hard! Qiang asked if I wanted more, and I nodded. Qiang put on a condom, spread my legs, and his penis thrust straight in, and he started fucking me fiercely again.

The pleasure that hadn't quite subsided surged up again without me realizing it. Qiang then switched to a doggy style position, changing positions several times before finally climbing on top of me and ejaculating. I hugged Qiang tightly again, and another orgasm struck!

It was late when I got home. As soon as I entered, my husband hugged me tightly. I felt like a child who had done something wrong, burying my flushed face in his chest, unable to face him. He carried me into the bedroom and put me on the bed. He quickly undressed me and then stripped me naked. He gently stroked my vaginal opening with his penis, and soon thrust it in. I felt that my husband's penis was incredibly hard, which was a bit unbelievable. We had made love the night before last. He usually only makes love once a week, but when he does, he can go on for an hour. He's a real man. For the next three or four days, he had no interest in sex. Tonight was another unpredictable night, yet his penis was so hard. Could it be that my husband was right, that life really does need passion?

After my husband penetrated me, he pressed himself against me and didn't move. He said he had overheard me and Qiang having sex on the phone and felt like I was a substitute for him, allowing him to experience womanly sex while being a man. Hearing his endless sweet talk, my vagina quickly became wet, but he didn't dare to make a strong thrust. I asked him if he was being silly down there. He said it was because Qiang and I had been stimulating him, and he almost ejaculated while eavesdropping. Now that he was inside me, he was even more afraid to move. He kept kissing my face, lips, and breasts, reminiscing about my affair. He asked me many questions about how I felt compared to another man. I honestly told him my feelings. Just as I was getting into it, he pulled his penis out. I asked him what happened, and he said he couldn't stand the stimulation anymore. When he pulled out, he always liked to kiss and taste my vagina, looking for differences from vaginas that had been used before. He said the color had become rosier, fuller, and more alluring, like a budding flower, its center glistening with dew—so beautiful! I love you, my wife!

He thrust his penis deep into my vagina, pounding violently. His penis was longer than Qiang's, and each thrust penetrated deep into the core of my vagina, indulging me completely in my wetness. I moaned and cried out from within. I had been somewhat restrained in front of Qiang, but this was my husband, the man I had made love with for so many years. Tonight, under the frenzy of his long and hard penis, my vagina tightly contracted and enveloped his penis. With his wolf-like howl, he held me tightly and ejaculated. He ejaculated directly inside my vagina, unlike when we had a condom between us. The situation was quite different. Thinking about tonight, in different circumstances, with two different men

, sharing two different penises, I was filled with boundless passion. I embraced my husband tightly, feeling the ecstatic pleasure of his penis penetrating my body and reaching the core of my vagina. We spent a romantic and passionate night together.

In the days that followed, Qiang and I had several more sexual encounters, all arranged by my husband. Each time, I insisted that Qiang wear a condom, and my husband would eavesdrop on the phone. Once, he even secretly installed a hidden camera at home to film our sexual encounter, which we then shared with him afterwards. My husband is very clever and capable; he remembers other people's sexy strengths and uses them for his own purposes, which greatly benefits our sex life and deepens our relationship. My

husband has asked me several times if Qiang and I could be sexually active simultaneously, what people call a threesome. I also asked Qiang, but he couldn't believe it and eventually gave up. My husband asked me to be wary of men who have feelings for me; he wants a safe man to ejaculate before having sex with him. Many men have been eyeing me, but I'm never quite right for them. Most are local, and there's a risk of trouble. More importantly, many men these days are dangerous. I feel

insecure. Even though I can use a condom, I'm afraid he might suddenly penetrate me if he doesn't want to continue.

One day, my husband asked me to accompany him to visit him in prison. I took leave and went with him. In a prison visiting room, I met Wen. He was as handsome as my husband. Wen had been a bank manager and was sentenced to six years in prison for using his salary to start a company. He

was three months away from being released.

On the way back, my husband asked me how I felt about Wen. I said it was okay. My husband said Wen was a suitable candidate for a threesome, especially since it was safe, and I silently agreed.

After Wen was released, my husband talked to him a lot about threesomes. Wen was surprised by how fast society had progressed. My husband pretended not to hear and gave Wen advice, suggesting that Wen make a move on me. Wen did not disappoint my husband, and of course, I also had my unspoken understanding, and he got my approval. After a week of phone conversations and physical contact, I told my husband that the time was almost right. My husband said it was time.

That day, Wen came to my house. We had dinner together at a hotel, each of us drank some wine, sang a few songs, and then went back to our rooms. My husband made an excuse to leave and then called Wen, saying that if things didn't go as planned, I should call him again. My husband and I had already agreed not to give Wen a private opportunity, because if we did, it would be more difficult for him to have a threesome. Later events proved that we were right. Because I had prepared in advance, I wore a rather sexy outfit to meet Wen. After my husband left, Wen said to me, "Close your eyes, I have a gift for you." After I closed my eyes, Wen gave me a kiss. I smiled and accepted it. Wen then picked me up and caressed me. I didn't resist much and just gave in. Wen carried me to the bed, his hands lingering on my high breasts. His nervousness made him flustered. I knew very well what Wen had felt and longed for in a woman over the past six years. Wen's hand touched my vagina, and I pushed him away, gave him a kiss, and went to the bathroom to lock the door. No matter how much Wen knocked from the outside, I wouldn't open it.

A while later, I heard Wen call her husband and say no; soon her husband arrived, and I went outside. He carried me to the bed and kissed me. Wen, seizing the opportunity, also got onto the other side of the bed. My husband took off my upper clothes, revealing my full, white breasts, which revealed a beautiful cleavage. My full, alluring breasts stood high, topped with a ripe cherry-like nipple.

My husband and Wen lay on either side of me, gently licking and kissing my earlobes and the base of my ears. Then, they slowly took my entire ear into their mouths, licking my ear canals and ears with the tips of their tongues, their tongues probing into my ear canals, gently rolling and licking.

My husband's licks moved towards my lips and entered my mouth, filling it with... So gentle.

Wen continued to caress and kiss my firm breasts, his fingers lightly tracing the edges while his tongue licked them. My husband then leaned over me, holding me tightly in his arms, one hand stroking my hair, the other my breasts, kissing my lips and whispering words of love. I felt a sense of security with my husband there. My hand touched my husband's penis, a penis I knew all too well. My other hand caressed Wen's penis, about the same size as my husband's, only a little shorter and coarser. Both penises were hard and erect, their dark pubic hair smooth and glossy.

My husband and Wen slowly kissed my lower body, one on each side. With his body on either side of me, two penises stood erect on my chest. I first stroked each penis against my nipples, moving them up and down. While kissing my husband's penis, I used my other hand to caress Wen's penis. I played with one penis in each hand, carefully comparing and admiring them. I pressed the two erect penises together, licking and kissing them simultaneously with my tongue. The glans were pressed together, and I held them in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the glans, kneading the two penises while sliding my tongue between them.

My husband and Wen slowly parted my round, smooth thighs and removed my bra. My flat stomach, round buttocks, and at the junction of my full, white thighs lay the mysterious black area. They gazed greedily at my snow-white, smooth skin, slightly flushed, my plump, fair body possessing beautiful curves.

My vagina was like a budding flower, my pubic hair abundant, beneath which my soft mons pubis rose slightly, the lower part of the mons pubis, the tightly closed slit concealing a glimpse of spring within—all of this was laid bare before the two men.

Their soft tongues swept across my vagina in alternating motions, their lips and tongues probing deep into my clitoris, anus, and labia. I lay limp, my hands ceaselessly tending to the two penises, my vagina opening and closing uncontrollably, overflowing with fluid.

I desperately wanted them to penetrate me; I couldn't take it anymore.

At this moment, my husband lay down and gestured for me to get on top of him. I climbed on top of him, forming a 69 position, and took his penis into my mouth, raising my buttocks for him. My husband spread my vagina open from below, allowing him to insert his hard penis into my vagina. I couldn't help but cry out. My husband saw me being penetrated by him, and I felt the penis in my mouth was very hard, with some semen leaking out. My husband stroked my vulva, which was being penetrated and moved by him, watching my excited expression as I was being penetrated by another man. I finally experienced this kind of passion I had never felt before. I was dazed, and my mind went blank.

At this moment, he probably couldn't hold on any longer and pulled his penis out. My husband got on top of me again and inserted his penis again. He put his penis in my mouth, and just as he was about to ejaculate, he would switch to another man, alternating the thrusts into my vagina. My vagina was constantly contracting, and waves of pleasure washed over me. I moaned and cried out, feeling the intense impact of the penis in wave after wave of orgasm.

My husband lay down facing me, and I straddled him in the same position, inserting his penis into my vagina. I raised my buttocks so that Wen could insert his penis into my vagina from behind. Perhaps my vagina was a bit narrow, because Wen tried several times but couldn't insert it. Later, Wen used his hand to pry open the end of my vagina near my anus, and he was able to insert it with difficulty. At the moment of insertion, all three of us shouted at the same time. The breakthrough was achieved! They inserted both of their penises into my tight and narrow vagina at once!

Two tightly closed labia enveloped two glans penises. I felt a slight pain in my vagina, yet I couldn't help but moan. They noticed me, stopping their thrusts and then slowly withdrawing after a moment. As soon as one penis withdrew to the vaginal opening, the other immediately plunged deep inside. With each thrust, my labia were stretched apart, their glans rubbing against my warm, delicate inner walls, the sensation traveling from their penises to their very core… Their penises were gripped tightly by my incredibly narrow vagina, which felt even tighter with two penises, each insertion filling me completely. My vagina felt swollen and itchy. Their penises rhythmically moved in and out, turning my moans into frantic screams. This experience we were enjoying was a once-in-a-lifetime, once-in-a-century sensation.

Amidst my screams, the two men thrust and pulled in and out simultaneously in a frenzy. My vagina was subjected to the alternating impacts of their penises. At the moment they pulled me tightly into their arms, both penises ejaculated onto my cervix, waves of tingling pleasure washing over my entire body! My screams grew louder, like the surging waves of desire, the overlapping climaxes lingering long afterward.

Deep in my heart, I've always been deeply grateful to my husband; he gave me the joy of being a woman, allowing me to experience the most beautiful scenery of other men. I asked him if he and Wen had practiced with other women that day, given how well they performed together. He said it was the result of collecting many articles about threesomes with Wen. Now,

Qiang and Wen are both in the past. Qiang has settled abroad, and Wen went to an open city in the south. Although we still keep in touch occasionally, we no longer have a sexual relationship. Because we've had a threesome, I no longer want to have an affair with Qiang, and we've heard that Wen hasn't picked up any more women since, so we've given him a no-go.

I have always wanted to find a woman for my husband so that I can enjoy their sexiness, but I have never been able to do so. After all, such things are still subject to great restrictions in today's society. Now I feel that what is more practical is the exchange between husband and wife, which can be carried out in a long-term, friendly manner. We started by having four people exchange in one room. After doing the same thing many times, when we felt safe and that it would not harm either of our families, we then started to have regular interactions in the following ways: (1) Interacting alone, that is, the husband and the other party and the wife, the other party's husband and the other party, separate, sexy, the time and place are determined by each group. In this way, each person can treat their partner as a date with a lover, which is romantic and passionate.

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