My Bizarre 3P Experience

This was a unique experience, one that left me with many profound, exciting, and joyful feelings.

I owe my discovery of this website, becoming a loyal reader and able to share my thoughts, to my husband. He introduced me to this virtual online world, allowing me to boldly experience and enjoy life. Of course, I also want to thank the moderator.

****** was something I had never heard of before, let alone actually exchanged items with online. Here, I saw stories of success and saw hope. I had dreamed of trying it myself, but as a woman raised in a traditional environment, I couldn't tell anyone about this dream; I could only fantasize and indulge in it.

Perhaps because of our many years of marriage and deep understanding, after obtaining my consent, my husband sent the ****** message. Instantly, messages flooded our inboxes like a tidal wave. The emails from people wanting to participate in the exchange were dazzling. Looking at those blush-inducing, heart-pounding, and exciting words, I saw a series of thrilling scenes flash before my eyes. However, precisely because of the virtual nature of the internet, very few couples could actually commit to this exchange, which kept us from fulfilling our wish.

Then a message appeared that I found laughable: an unmarried young man wanted to participate in our game. He wrote that he could be both an actor and an audience member. It was this ridiculous message that turned my dream into reality. My husband then discussed this topic with him, and I occasionally chatted with him on QQ. Gradually, we found common ground and shared a common desire (the pursuit of sexual pleasure). When we felt the conditions were right, we arranged to meet on the weekend.

He was of medium build, fairly well-proportioned, and somewhat thin; we both found his appearance acceptable. Having sex with a stranger in front of my husband was something I had never dared to imagine, much less do, but with my husband's encouragement, I accepted this unheard-of threesome game.

After meeting, due to the unfamiliarity, we were both a little reserved at first, but we were both adults and knew how to get into our roles. While I was showering, he suggested to my husband that we spend some time alone so I could break free from societal constraints. My husband politely declined, trusting I would reciprocate. However, he later maintained his composure and avoided us for the time being.

After leaving the bathroom, I wore a T-shirt and underwear, showcasing my mature, alluring figure to the fullest. He leaned close to me, and we sat together in front of the computer, reading passionate conversations on an adult forum, occasionally discussing interesting anecdotes. He gently stroked my thighs, his lips lightly kissing my earlobe and neck. I felt his warm breath and rapid breathing, and involuntarily responded, arching my back and tilting my head back, offering him my fair skin from my neck to my full breasts.

Everything felt so natural and harmonious. He kissed me, his hands slowly roaming over my body, and I caressed his. His taut muscles, compared to my husband's somewhat overweight physique, appeared agile, youthful, and powerful. To project an image of maturity and composure, I refrained from touching his genitals.

His mouth moved to my breast, sucking on my right nipple like a hungry baby, while his hands kneaded my other breast. His mouth was so strong; as he sucked, I felt as if milk was being drawn from my breast, causing it to spasm.

With each breath, I felt my body swell, like a burning hot balloon soaring into the vast sky. I could no longer restrain myself, and my hands reached for his lower body. Wow! Such a hard, hard penis, as hard as iron, proud and erect, like a rocket about to launch, welcoming my arrival.

My hand gripped his penis, squeezing it hard, while my other hand grasped his testicles. My lips slid to his chest, licking his skin with my tongue. He yelled, forcefully dragging me away from the computer desk, and we both fell onto the bed, eagerly embracing each other.

I cupped his penis in my hands and slowly licked it from top to bottom with my tongue. His glans was red, and fluid slowly oozed from the tip. I smeared this fluid on my nipples and let him lick it clean. Just then, my husband came in. Seeing our passion, he was extremely excited, his penis bulging as if it would burst through my underwear. I also felt hot and wet down there; fluid had already flowed out.

He looked at my husband and then inserted his large, long penis into my vagina, thrusting violently in and out. It went in so deep that I felt the glans hitting my clitoris. Then my husband sucked on my nipples. Wow! So good! "Mmm...ah...oh..." I cried out repeatedly, simultaneously taking my husband's penis into my mouth, swallowing and releasing it in rhythm with his thrusts. I heard my husband and he both making excited sounds.

The thick penis moved in and out, constantly rubbing against the walls of my vagina. I felt waves of heat gushing out from my vagina. Ah! I trembled with pleasure, and my orgasm came quickly. Then he pulled out his penis, and my husband took over, teasing my breasts.

My husband was excited; after inserting his penis into my vagina, he began to thrust nine times shallowly and once deeply. While rubbing my breasts, he squatted down above my head and put his testicles in my mouth. I held his penis in my hand and moved it up and down, while simultaneously sucking his testicles. At this moment, the cries of the three of us rose and fell...

In this way, my husband and I both reached orgasm at the same time. My husband shouted "Wow!" and pulled out his penis, ejaculating a lot of semen onto my lower abdomen. He was also excited when he saw this. He pulled me up, made me kneel on the bed, and inserted his penis into me from behind.

"Ah...ah..." With the rhythm of his thrusts, looking at my breasts swaying back and forth, I cried out loudly, "Mmm...ah..." Then, without missing the opportunity, I sucked my husband's still-erect penis into my mouth, swallowing and sucking it.

"Oh...ah..." He thrust in so deep, his glans hitting my cervix every time. I felt a tingling, exhilarating pleasure coursing through my body. "Ah..." I yelled to my husband, "I'm fucking...ah..." I felt a surge of heat gushing from deep within my vagina, hitting his glans and then gushing out from the gaps around his penis. My legs were taut, my vagina convulsing—I had squirted!

In that instant, the rhythm of his thrusting inside me noticeably quickened. Oh, he ejaculated too, wave after wave of hot semen washing over my cervix. Excited by his ejaculation, I sucked hard on my husband's penis, which I was holding in my mouth. He couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated again, accidentally swallowing all of his semen... At that moment, I felt like a soulless carp spirit, slowly collapsing onto the bed, too weak to even move.

Lying paralyzed on the bed, I slowly savored the feeling of being taken in by two men. My husband gave me a familiar feeling, while he gave me a fresh, strange, and unfamiliar one. It was this intertwining of two feelings, one familiar and one unfamiliar, that brought me two unprecedented orgasms.

Afterwards, he lay flat on the bed, and I rested my head on his chest, slowly reliving the ecstatic pleasure. He asked, "Is that enough? Want to do it again?" I nodded quickly. He said, "That depends on how long it takes you to get it hard again." But I was lazy, only using my hand to stroke his penis up and down, thinking that might speed things up.

Sure enough, it started to react, and I felt a little smug, but he pulled my hand away, preventing me from touching it. Well, I gave up too, resting my head on his chest and chatting with him. Perhaps because of that intimate physical contact, the conversation was more natural now, and we no longer hid anything about sex. I told him about my stories with online friends without any reservations.

That was the year I first went online. Driven by curiosity about the internet and a longing for the opposite sex, I became engrossed in the online community of "Middle-Aged Men" (碧海银沙人到中年), where I met several mature men from other places (all more than ten years older than me). Like many of them, they had experienced the Cultural Revolution, the Down to the Countryside Movement, and the first college entrance exams and job hunting after the mass migration back to the cities. These turbulent life experiences had caused them to waste their prime years. Although many were now successful, they suffered from sexual frustration; their wives were either frigid or going through menopause, showing no sexual desire.

The monotony of life and the yearning for passion led them to seek excitement online. Perhaps by chance, we became friends, close friends of the opposite sex who could talk about anything. When they talked about sex, they felt so young, so passionate, so full of energy and impulsiveness, so eager to have sex with women. I, too, was in a specific period of yearning for mature affection, so we hit it off immediately, exchanged phone numbers, and switched from online to telephone communication.

Telephone communication is a transition from indirect to direct communication, transforming the virtual world of the internet into a tangible reality. During our phone conversations about sex, we couldn't help but try phone sex, and simultaneously maintained these "intimate" relationships with several men. However, they weren't satisfied with this kind of online sustenance; they wanted to experience me firsthand, the person who captivated them. This led to our first meeting and first sexual encounter with someone I met online.

He was the one I was most infatuated with, and I was his only one. Online, we felt like we'd known each other for ages. He was successful in his career but sexually unsuccessful. Shared interests and pursuits made us friends. He made a detour to see me after a business trip. In our previous interactions, his mature baritone voice and rich life experience had led me to fantasize about his appearance (tall, imposing, strong, handsome). However, the internet is ultimately an illusion. After meeting him in person, everything shattered like a broken mirror; he couldn't reconcile with the image in my mind, and a strange disappointment arose.

In our subsequent conversation, we rediscovered our chemistry; that familiar feeling suddenly returned. We both felt a longing, but neither expressed it.

Time was running out; the time for our breakup was drawing near. He seemed to have made a huge decision, saying to me, "Let me take a good look at you." Without giving me a chance to respond, he turned my body towards him, his eyes fixed on me. Out of politeness, I turned my eyes back to him.

He repeated everything he had said to me on the phone, accompanied by his rapid breathing. It all felt so familiar, and we couldn't help but embrace. He was filled with excitement and passion, his hands roaming over my body, searching for what he desired. His lips, his tongue, his rapid breaths, and his hard erection pressing against my lower abdomen overwhelmed me. I yielded to him and fell onto the bed. Everything felt so natural, like a couple separated for many days. We began our first time.

When my mature, voluptuous body was revealed before him, he couldn't control himself. He cupped my breasts in his hands and suckled them passionately, with such force and abandon. I felt a strange excitement and stimulation, responding to him and playing along. I gently rubbed my lips against his ear, my hands constantly caressing his body, while I felt a warm current slowly flowing from my lower body.

He lifted his head, his lips moving to my face, his hands sliding down my lower abdomen towards my genitals, just touching the newly released love fluid—his long-awaited fluid—and he couldn't help but insert his penis. Perhaps due to the lubrication of that long-awaited fluid, he seemed twenty years younger, thrusting so fiercely and deeply, once, twice… "Oh… ah…" I couldn't help but let out cries of pleasure, hooking my legs tightly around his back, my vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing.

"Ah…" I heard him shout, his body violently swaying back and forth, our lower abdomens colliding heavily, and then he collapsed onto me—he ejaculated… We lay there quietly on the bed.

After a while, he said apologetically, "I got too excited and couldn't control myself." Yes, it all happened too fast; I didn't even have time to fully savor it. Perhaps that's just the difference in age! But I still didn't let him off the hook. I slowly licked between his breasts with the tip of my tongue, occasionally sucking hard. Each time I sucked, he would excitedly and comfortably exclaim, "Oh!" and his penis would react.

Then I slowly licked down his abdomen with my mouth, and when I reached his penis, I took it into my mouth, licking the glans with the tip of my tongue, sucking hard again, spitting it out, sucking again, spitting it out again… Meanwhile, his breasts swayed in front of his chest with the movement of his head. All of this excited him again, and his penis became hard surprisingly quickly.

I seized the opportunity to sit on him, holding his erect penis with one hand and spreading my labia with the other to take it inside me. Then I moved up and down, back and forth, three circles to the left, three circles to the right… Oh! It felt so good!

"Oh..." He couldn't help but suck on my swaying breasts again, and we climaxed almost simultaneously, our vaginas filled with the slippery semen we had both released. Afterwards, he said he hadn't experienced two orgasms in such a short time in years.

As I recounted this, he became excited too, his penis returning to its normal state. I repeated the actions I had just described, sitting on him, and he thrust forcefully upwards in rhythm with my movements. My husband then grasped my breasts from behind and kissed my lips. Wow! So stimulating!

Then he placed me on the bed, lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, and thrust his penis into my vagina. Ah! Each thrust felt like it was piercing my uterus. I wanted to dodge, to escape, but I was too weak to do so. I looked to my husband for help, but he used his strong hands to hold my hands firmly on the bed, greedily watching another man perform his usual task.

At that moment, I felt intense pain following the intense stimulation. I vaguely sensed a shadowy figure moving on my body, and a constant, tingling, electric current surging through my lower body. My body felt like it no longer belonged to me. Later, they switched positions, with my husband on top. I was numb with excitement and didn't know how many times they switched. I only remembered that my vagina was never empty.

They knelt on the bed and made me take their penises in my mouth. But how could I take two swollen penises in my mouth at the same time? I could only alternate sucking from left to right, or from left to right, occasionally letting the two penises touch. They were extremely excited and made cries of pleasure.

He asked, "Can we insert them together?" Good heavens! Isn't that vagina and anus at the same time? I hurriedly shook my head and said, "No! No!" He then said to my husband, "You go first!" But my husband politely let him go first.

I knelt on the bed, my husband's penis in my mouth, and he entered me from behind, gripping my waist with both hands and thrusting forcefully. "Oh...oh..." I cried out even louder than before. He said, "Scream! Scream! No one will care even if you scream the house down."

He thrust harder and harder, while I felt like I was jumping off a mountaintop, experiencing the thrill of bungee jumping. "Ah...ah..." I was sweating profusely, and I felt my vagina begin to spasm again; I was about to squirt again.

The moment the fluid, like urine, gushed from my vagina again, he thrust even more vigorously. "Oh...oh..." The climax arrived, and his semen spurted from the tip of his penis once more. At the same time, my husband's penis in my mouth was also erupting, and both my orifices were being baptized by his semen...Ah! It was so wonderful; how synchronized it was for all three of us to reach orgasm. And I, once again, collapsed motionless onto the bed.

That night, I slept between two men. My husband placed my hands on their penises, one on each side. When I touched their penises, my hands immediately recoiled as if electrocuted. I was afraid—afraid they would get hard again, afraid they would send me to heaven again.

At dawn, we enjoyed another threesome orgasm. Afterwards, I felt completely paralyzed.

Yes, it was an unforgettable and unique experience. Although we didn't get to have a foursome, it gave me a different kind of sexual experience—it was so stimulating and exciting. I sincerely thank my husband for creating this opportunity for me. Thank you! My dearest husband!

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