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this is our true story. If you're looking for erotic content, you've come to the wrong place. I just want to share my happiness with everyone…
We've been married for 10 years, and our son is 8 years old—a happy family of three. As the years have passed, our married life has gone from initial passion to excitement after having a child, and gradually to a state of blandness.

I'm a slow-burning type of woman; I'm slow to get into the mood. Sometimes I need my husband's prolonged caresses to get me into the mood. My husband loves me very much and is quite considerate. He's very serious about foreplay, using both his hands and mouth to stimulate all three points simultaneously. He might suckle one of my breasts, one hand around my waist caressing my other breast, and the other gently caressing my pubic area. To be honest, I really enjoy my husband's caresses, but seeing him so tired from caring for me makes me feel a little bad. Sometimes he's covered in sweat from exhaustion.

This continued until after the Spring Festival. One evening, while he was caressing me, he mysteriously said, "Wife, I feel so tired. Wouldn't it be great if a handsome guy could come and help me? We could each take turns serving you, one on each side. He could suckle your left breast, and I'd suckle your right breast. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" I was shocked and yelled at him, "You pervert!" I never imagined he would think like that. Did he not care about me anymore? Did he not love me anymore? To be honest, it didn't seem like it. My husband has always loved me very much since we got married. In his spare time, he would massage me and kiss me whenever he had the chance. I could feel his burning love for me. After yelling at him, I ignored him.

To be honest, while men are often said to be lustful, we women are too. Sometimes in life, I meet men who make my heart flutter, and I even think about having a fling with them. My husband sometimes shows me porn, and the male leads in those films have such huge, impressive penises—they're in a completely different league from my husband's. Sometimes I think, "If only my husband's penis were like that!" Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter like a rabbit. Sometimes when I see two men and a woman having a threesome, watching the woman's blissful expression, I get aroused too. My husband says it's a couple who hired handsome men to serve their wives, but I don't believe it. I don't think they're a couple. How could a married couple possibly film these things with their faces showing? After watching these videos, I sometimes wondered if it would be even more satisfying with two men, or even more. The feeling after an orgasm must be an utterly fulfilling experience, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily… In the following days, he brought it up again and again. I felt from the bottom of my heart that my husband wasn't just having a whim; I felt he was serious. He had completely abandoned traditional ideas and put my physical pleasure first. I was sincerely grateful to him. Finally, one day, when he brought it up again and asked if I was willing, I asked him in return if he was willing. He said I was. I told him that if he was willing, I was willing too. When I said that, I felt my face burning. I buried my face in his chest and kept pinching and twisting him with my hands. I knew that once I agreed, our lives would be different.

He asked me what kind of man I liked. I said, "You choose first, pick a few and I'll see if there's anyone I like."
That day after work, he started busy online. After a while, he showed me some of the online friends he had recently chatted with. Some of them were really quite good, whether it was their physique, appearance, or even their penises—all beyond my imagination. I thought they were all good, so I told him to decide for himself.

Saturday night, he said he would take me out for Western food the next day and meet a friend. That day, in the dimly lit restaurant, with suggestive music playing softly, it wasn't too crowded. We found a seat by the window, overlooking the parking lot and lush greenery.
I could see our black Nissan Teana and the cars coming and going outside. My husband gazed at me tenderly, but I didn't dare look at him. I didn't quite understand the man I had been with for so many years, and even doubted whether he truly loved me. But his eyes told me that he cherished me dearly.
I waited anxiously. Then, my husband received a phone call saying he was here.
A moment later, a man in his late twenties was standing next to us. He was rather handsome, about 1.75 meters tall, and weighed over 70 kilograms. Fortunately, he looked quite pleasant.
He gave me a friendly look, and my husband was also very friendly.
It was clear that at that moment, our attitudes, especially my husband's, were crucial. I was like a rabbit; any unpleasant sound or glance from him would make me back down and my heart race. I couldn't be open at that moment because I really wasn't. I smiled and continued sipping my iced coffee. They were talking, from trivial things like whether they were busy with work to the restaurant's setup. Finally, my husband quietly asked Xiao Liu if she had any experience with this before.
He vaguely said she had once and it was okay. He said the woman first needs to relax and enjoy herself, and then looked at me.
I lowered my head and remained silent, just smiling. I wondered to myself, could this man satisfy me? My husband was very frank, saying she was very strong and engaged, so there shouldn't be any problems. He was just worried about whether I and she could satisfy her.
Xiao Liu said it mainly depended on the coordination between the two men.
I looked around; the waiters were all busy with their own things, and no one noticed our quiet conversation.
I stuck out my tongue.
My husband patted my back, signaling me to calm down.
Xiao Liu kept glancing at me, and I felt he had a good impression of me.
I considered myself a mature young woman, with the kind of allure that's popular these days.
My husband whispered in my ear, "I want to ignite your passion even more..."
I thought the devastation of the tsunami had made us realize the importance of cherishing the present and enjoying life. We live for happiness, and there are many ways to be happy.
My husband then added, with a touch of resignation, "I want to see how you are with other men. I want to look at you with appreciative eyes and feel you."
The following days were quite busy with work, and we barely made love. Sometimes I wanted to, but seeing him unmoved and wanting to sleep, I refrained.
After dinner, my husband parked the car at the hotel, supported my waist, and led me into the hotel. I felt the warmth of his hand. We went into the reserved room 410.
At that moment, I couldn't say anything more. I felt like a bird on a perch, wanting to indulge yet bound by something.
I understood that the desire to indulge stemmed from a week of suppressed emotions in my hectic life, while the constraint came from my fear of not understanding my husband's true thoughts.
Deep down, a woman my age wouldn't be conquered by an unmarried young man, neither outwardly nor inwardly, because sex is a necessity of life, not something mysterious.
At this moment, with Xiao Liu in front of me, my biggest doubt was: Is he up to the task? Yes, is he up to the task? This is a question that all women who participate in or are about to engage in a threesome consider.
My husband is right; I always like to think things through calmly. Now that I'm in this room, it's not a matter of backing down. I smiled and greeted him.
The ambiguous lighting in the room and the furnishings on the bed made me feel a little aroused.
My husband said he wanted to find a man who appreciated me as much as he did.
Most people put sex and love together; sex without love is unacceptable, but what is the point of love without sex? I'm the kind of woman who can accept sex without love. Frankly, at this age, most women are thinking about sex; spring is almost over, and there's no need to worry about where the flowers have fallen.
After each relaxing sexual encounter, I looked incredibly youthful and vibrant in the mirror, with a girlish shyness.
The night is like a wildly blooming rose.
The three of us sat together casually, drinking. My husband would occasionally put his arm around my waist. I have a very low alcohol tolerance; even a little bit of alcohol will knock me out.
When my husband kissed me again, I moaned softly and collapsed into his arms.
At that moment, Xiao Liu walked up to me. I couldn't deny the stimulation of touching a stranger's body, especially his masculine scent. I wrapped my arms around Xiao Liu's neck and kissed him.
My husband had already gone to the bathroom to shower. We fell onto the bed and frantically caressed each other, driven by our desires. His lower body was already very hard… That night, when a woman faced two men, the slightly drunken feeling made me forget all the unacceptable notions. Enjoyment was enjoyment.
My husband's scent, movements, and the feeling he gave me were all familiar. He was as tender and indulgent as ever, letting my moans run free
. My husband had stripped me down to just a small bra. That day, I had specifically chosen a sexy black leopard-print knit bra set; my 34D breasts were the main reason I always liked wearing tight clothes.
I was positioned in the middle of the bed, anticipating the feast of love. My legs were pressed tightly against my husband's body, and he was kissing my eyelashes and eyelids... Immersed in his wet, passionate kisses, I felt a warm current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but breathe a little louder. Another part of him was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly below, while my breasts were firmly grasped. My breathing became increasingly heavy as the warm current below moved closer to my sensitive areas. Just as I was about to reach my limit, a hard object was inserted into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it, forcefully probing its arrival with my tongue and accepting its fierce assault.
Waves of inexplicable sensations came from my lower body. I felt my legs trembling. He was already holding my little bud in his mouth, like a pear blossom gently trembling in the spring drizzle. That warm current was constantly pounding on my sensitive nerves, making my sucking even more intense. I heard a voice moaning and panting loudly; it was so familiar yet so strange.
My body writhed joyfully amidst waves of intense stimulation, yet also agonizingly awaited its arrival, almost pleadingly yielding, trying to grasp something, my body twisting endlessly on the edge of emptiness… What is desire?
It is an endless, unwilling wait at the threshold of climax; a rainbow about to fall above a small boat on a beautiful lake.
The moment Xiao Liu entered me, I felt like I was the only woman in the world, as if centuries of waiting had been for this moment. The writhing of my hips, even the yielding of my entire body, could not express my excitement and gratitude.
I thank men, I thank all men.
Xiao Liu and I were first in this union, and it was clear he couldn't keep up with my intense reactions. Just as I was about to be completely conquered by him, he suddenly pulled away from my body with tremendous force, and I was thrown back into the empty abyss. He said somewhat dejectedly that it was too hot inside, and he couldn't withstand the suction she gave me… A familiar force slowly lifted me from the abyss, and we became more and more intertwined. My whole body seemed to float in the sky, losing its own strength.
My face was flushed, exhaustion permeated every corner of my body, and the lingering disarray and satisfaction after the feast made the room feel somewhat decadent.
Even a sunny man like Xiao Liu probably never imagined he would give up so inexplicably.
Everyone has their own characteristics, and every woman has different characteristics in sex.
Different moans and cries, even with the same pleasurable response, have different effects on a man.
After showering, he kissed me into his arms, his body, having undergone a brief test, already accustomed to an opponent like me. I teased him with my tongue, gently biting and rubbing against his hard, smooth, swollen skin. His comfortable breaths further fueled my passion. What lay before me was no longer a foreign object, but a gift bestowed upon me with boundless adoration and longing. I kissed it greedily, teasing it, occasionally stimulating the two sacs and cleavage below. I could feel his increasingly intense throbbing and unease, and the occasional, rapid and gentle trembling of his thighs. If I were fortunate enough to be a man's opponent, I would do my best to be a good one, and so it was now. He poured all his passion into me, a warm current gushing out, enveloping my mouth, cheeks, and breasts… After parting with
Xiao Liu, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how much pleasure I had tonight, I couldn't be too blatant because of another man's involvement.
To be honest, I was a little tired but even more excited. Certain parts of my body were still relentlessly stimulating me, and the extra stimulation was clearly making it impossible for my usually well-behaved nerves to calm down... His energy was beyond my imagination. He asked me if I was satisfied with that guy, and I vaguely said it was okay, mainly because my husband was there, which made me feel really good.
He drove with one hand and pressed me against his genitals with the other, right below the steering wheel. I could feel him still throbbing, as if he was about to burst out. He leaned over and asked me to pull it out, and the car continued speeding along the wide road...
I loved him. I
have no recollection of going up the stairs to get home. He pushed me onto the bed, and that night was the first time in years. I've forgotten how many rounds there were; he said as many as five. I don't know, because my nerves and blood were all concentrated in my lower body, and I was busy dealing with his ebb and flow.
The end of the threesome, who really benefited? Some say it was the woman, some say it was a certain man.
In fact, the story continues every day in different ways, giving people feelings of joy or loss, only the owner of the body knows.
Men are always trying to satisfy women's and their own senses; women are often lost in a daze. A mature woman seeks this feeling, which is simply a mindless exercise.
I'm grateful to my loving husband for giving me the opportunity to experience different kinds of sexual pleasure. After experiencing it, I realized that sex doesn't necessarily require love. Couples who love each other can experience even more different kinds of sexual pleasure. Two people who can share sex are truly in love. Two people who separate over trivial matters don't love each other to the core. A
truly great husband is one who allows his wife to enjoy more love, including sex. From then on, my husband frequently let me experience different kinds of sexual pleasure, but always together. There's no sex done alone. Sex done together as a couple is about affection, while sex done secretly alone is infidelity…
And so we continue to enjoy sexual bliss and happiness…

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