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We've been married for over three years and have a lovely baby who lives with my mother-in-law. We have a carefree and happy family life.

My husband loves playing chess and often plays against his chess friend, Feng.

Feng is about 1.76 meters tall, with a full beard, and looks like a simple, goofy guy, but he's actually very smart and capable. He's also a different kind of handsome man, the kind that women find attractive.

As for me, needless to say, I have big, bright eyes, and my figure and skin are undeniably beautiful.

Feng often comes to my house to play chess with my husband. They are very good friends, and Feng often compliments me in public. At first, I felt embarrassed and blushed, but I felt really good inside. After a while, I realized he wasn't just flattering me.

To be honest, women like to be complimented.

Over time, we became very easygoing and didn't distinguish between each other.

One night, my husband said, "Don't you think Feng really likes you?" "Nonsense, what are you thinking!" I said.

Although I said that, with a woman's sensitivity and intuition, only a fool wouldn't know that A-Feng liked me.

My husband then said, "Want to play with him once?" "No, I only like you." Although I said that, hearing my husband's words, I couldn't say I wasn't affected at all. That night, I felt much more excited than usual when I was passionate with my husband.

My husband noticed this small change and said, "What's wrong? You seem much more excited today."

{No, you're so naughty.} I admit that verbal stimulation can help sexual arousal. My excitement seemed to give him more satisfaction, and he was different from usual.

I knew that we both had a different kind of enjoyment that night.

After that, my husband often said some provocative things when we were passionate.

He would say, "Do you think it would be prickly to have sex with a man like A-Feng, with his big beard?" I said, "I don't know, I've never tried it.

" "If he licks your genitals, would it hurt?" "How would I know? You're my first love!" "If he kisses your whole body, does it hurt or itch?" "You're bad, you're bad, I don't know, I don't know!" I shouted loudly. As my husband continued his advances, yes, I really didn't know what it would feel like to make love with a man like Ah Feng.

Thinking of this, my husband brought me to orgasm, an orgasm unlike any other! So exciting, so stimulating, so enjoyable.

Later, whenever my husband wanted to be passionate with me, I would sometimes ask him to say something similar. Sometimes he would say, "No."

"Hmm, I want you to say something..." I would ask him.

He would always satisfy me, pamper me, and tell me some strange hypothetical scenarios to stimulate my sexual desire. We were a very happy family.

That autumn, Ah Feng played chess with me at my house, and I went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, my husband came in and said: It's late, he's letting Ah Feng stay at our house.

After my husband got into bed, he took off my thin silk nightgown and used his magical hands to roam between my breasts, arousing me in waves of excitement.

I don't know if my husband was being naughty or... "What is it?" I noticed a small crack in the door, and he stopped and whispered to me, "I wonder if Ah Feng is asleep?" "How would I know?" "

If Ah Feng were holding you and making love right now, what would it feel like?" "I don't know." "

If the two of us were making love to you, one of us giving you oral sex and licking your genitals, and the other suckling your breasts, would that be enjoyable?" "I don't know..." I said, deliberately being coquettish.

To be honest, at that moment, I was thinking that it would be nice if he really came in.

Being touched by my husband, and with those teasing words, it was stimulating... I was already very excited. I pulled my husband up; I really couldn't take it anymore.

When I was enjoying myself, my moans were loud, a kind of sound that seemed mournful yet was extremely pleasurable, like the purring of an old cat courting. I knew it was very infectious, an irresistible infectiousness, an infectiousness that could drive a man crazy. I don't know if I was deliberately letting Ah Feng hear me, or if it was because I was particularly excited, but I moaned, moaning without caring about anyone else.

With a woman's intuition, I sensed a slight sound outside the room. It must be Ah Feng peeking at us making love (because we had the bedside lamp on).

Actually, I had been thinking for a while: would Ah Feng come to peek? I really wanted him to come.

Some people say that many people have an exhibitionist tendency, especially women.

When I thought about Ah Feng watching me make love outside, a strange excitement and impulse surged through me. That night, my passion with my husband was more enjoyable than any other passion I had ever had, an indescribable enjoyment.

After my husband finished, I lay there, completely exhausted.

After a while, my husband nudged me: "...Do you want to do it with him?" My husband asked very seriously.

I hadn't thought about it. I really hadn't thought about it. If I had, it was only a momentary impulse during sex with my husband. "

Think about it," he said. "If you want to, just do it. Just say I'm asleep. "

I knew this was my husband's way of showing affection; he often spoiled me. I didn't say anything.

"Or?" I still didn't say anything, just hugged my husband tighter and kissed him deeply.

I touched his penis; it was hard again. I whispered, "Do you want to do it again?" "I'll wait for you to come back," he whispered.

I felt my whole body trembling; I didn't know if it was excitement or agitation. I hugged and kissed him.

He sensed I was moved.

Yes, really... I was moved, but I felt like I was letting my husband down.

He gently pushed me away: "Go ahead."

"Aren't you angry?" I asked softly.

"It's okay~ go ahead."

He brought me a nightgown and helped me put it on, then gently pushed me off the bed.

I went to the living room and, in the light from the window, saw that Ah Feng's door wasn't closed properly. My whole body felt hot. I quietly went in and stood in front of his bed. He pretended to be asleep, one hand outside. I pulled his hand and asked, "Are you cold?" He grabbed me and whispered, "Where is he?" Asleep, he was fast asleep.

I played the role of someone cheating on my husband. Ah Feng dragged me onto the bed, and in a flurry of passion, without warning, I was just a little chick under his claws. He somehow managed to strip off my pajamas in no time (I wasn't wearing underwear or a bra), and then showered me with passionate kisses. My body trembled. He grabbed my breasts, roughly kneading them; to be honest, it hurt a little. He sucked on my nipples with his big mouth.

Suddenly, we went to 69, and he licked my clitoris. I felt a lot of fluid flowing from my vagina; I didn't know if it was my love juice or my husband's remaining semen, but I felt a flow of fluid from my vaginal opening.

Yes, his big beard was sliding all over my body. Was it itchy? Were tiny insects biting? I can't quite explain it, but I felt more excited, a deep itch in my heart, especially when he sucked on my clitoris. I was so focused on the itch that I grabbed his penis, which was the same size, length, and hardness as my husband's. It had more and thicker hair than my husband's.

I sucked and licked his glans with all my might. He couldn't take it anymore and made some soft moans. He put his mouth to my vaginal opening, as if his entire tongue was inside. He grabbed my thighs and stood on the bed. In that instant, I felt like I was flying, like he was going to tear me apart and devour me whole. I went crazy, I went mad. I kept screaming, "I want it, put it in..." I was expectant, I longed for it. He was still pressing his lips against my clitoris, sucking on my clitoris, completely ignoring me. I screamed again: "I want it... I..." He grabbed my legs, made me head down, and started sucking on my clitoris in a standing 69 position. I braced myself on the bed with my hands, unable to move. Blood rushed to my head, swelling in waves. I screamed again: "No, I can't take it anymore, I want it."

My voice was already like crying.

He finally put me back on the bed, and I kept hitting him with my hands, but he ignored me completely. He used his long, black spear, like a dragon emerging from the mountain, to thrust straight in, forcefully penetrating me like a dragon playing in the water, as if trying to pierce through the hole. I screamed wildly, my whole body drenched in sweat. He was slippery against my chest, and he cried out too. I knew he was going at it. At that moment, I reached my climax, feeling his semen shooting into my uterine wall in spurts, washing over my uterus again and again. My uterus contracted in waves, sucking on his glans like a baby nursing, clinging tightly. Then I heard him let out a soft "ouch," and he hugged me tightly... I sucked like that four or five times in pleasure, then he released his hands and collapsed into my arms.

Perhaps it's because I've loved dancing since childhood and university that I have a particularly good physique.

Whenever I'm deeply aroused, my uterus contracts in waves, gripping a man's glans like a baby nursing. My husband often praises me, saying that when I use my uterus to suck his glans, it's the most pleasurable moment for him. As

Ah Feng pulled out of my vagina, I felt a gush of semen flow out, so much of it.

A surge of blissful warmth washed over me.

Then, I remembered my husband was still in the other room, so I grabbed my nightgown and ran out of Ah Feng's room.

Entering our bedroom, I saw my husband leaning against the headboard.

When he saw me come in, he reached out to hug me.

I immediately threw myself into his arms.

He held me and whispered, "Was it good?" "Mmm."

He was naked, and his penis was hard. "

You're not asleep?" I asked. "No,"

he replied.

"Did you hear me?" I asked again. "

I sneaked to your door, and I not only heard you, but I saw you," he said. "

Are you angry?" I asked.

"No, it was something I wanted to give you."

"Aren't you jealous?" "It was something I gave you willingly, I'm not jealous." "

Do you still love me?" Oh, my silly little darling.

I lay in his arms, hugging him tightly, and burst into tears, crying so hard.

He was at a loss, trying to comfort me.

The more he comforted me, the harder I cried, sobbing uncontrollably, like a child who had been wronged outside and cried in their mother's arms.

He kept asking me, "Did he bully you? You should have told me if you didn't want to."

I knew I owed him; everything I had now belonged to him, including every single cell in my body. After

I had cried enough, I kissed him. I reached down and touched his genitals; his little brother had gone soft from my tears, so I grabbed it and played with it until it immediately became hard.

I said to him, "Why are you so good to me?" He finally understood why I was crying. "

Baby, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to give myself to you.

Did you enjoy it?" Actually, he had heard and seen everything, but he still asked the same question.

I said sweetly, "It felt so good."

He then asked me if it was big, long, or not. He even asked if my uterus had sucked on his glans. I said yes, it had sucked five times. He started to get excited, and so did I. We started our battle of man and woman again, and I kept shouting loudly.

When I entered the room, neither door was ajar. I shouted for a while and saw Ah Feng standing in the doorway. I whispered to my husband, "He's watching from the doorway."

Knowing that someone was watching me make love made me feel so excited, and I quickly reached orgasm. My husband performed really well. I thought to myself, "When my husband ejaculates, my uterus should suck on him at least six times." I sucked Ah Feng five times, and I had to make my husband feel incredibly good.

I was already weak in all four limbs, lying paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, letting the semen slowly flow out...

After resting for a while, my husband got up and used a hot towel to wipe me clean.

Recalling the pain of the past is painful, but recalling the happiness of the past often immerses me in happiness, and sometimes I can't help but want to tell someone.

I once told my female classmate that I could never tell her in such detail.

I want to write this online, but I'm afraid people will say it's fabricated, that it's fake.

I'm also afraid of attracting a lot of abuse—calling him a slut, a bad woman, a jerk, and so on. I'm especially afraid of people criticizing my husband. No matter what others think of him, in my heart, he is the best person in the world.

He's my good husband, and I will do whatever he asks me to do.

I love my husband very much.

He's 1.77 meters tall, tall, handsome, kind, and easy-going. He's considered a handsome man in our medical school, two years ahead of me.

He loves me very much.

We've been married for over three years and have a lovely baby who is being cared for by his maternal grandmother. We live a carefree life; it's a very happy family.

He likes to play chess and often plays against his chess friend, Brother Feng.

Brother Feng is also 1.76 meters tall, with a full beard, and looks like a big, easy-going guy, but he's actually very smart and capable. He's another type of handsome man, the kind that women like.

As for myself, needless to say, I have two big, watery eyes, and my figure and skin are undeniably beautiful.

Feng often comes to my house to play chess with my husband. They are very good friends. In public and in private, Feng often praises me. At first, I felt embarrassed and blushed, but it felt really good inside. Later, after he praised me so much, I realized he wasn't just saying sweet words to please me.

To be honest, women like to be praised.

Over time, we became very easygoing and didn't distinguish between each other.

One night, my husband said, "Don't you think Feng likes you a lot?" "Nonsense, what are you thinking!" I said.

Although I said that, with a woman's sensitivity and intuition, only a fool wouldn't know that Feng likes me.

My husband then said, "Want to play with him once?" "No, I only like you." Although I said that, I couldn't say I wasn't affected at all by my husband's words. That night, I felt much more excited than usual when I was passionate with my husband.

My husband noticed this small change and said, "What's wrong? You seem much more excited today."

{No, you're so naughty.} I admit that verbal stimulation can help with sexual arousal, and my excitement seemed to give him more satisfaction; he was also acting differently than usual.

I knew that we both experienced a different kind of enjoyment that night.

After that, my husband would often say provocative things when we were passionate.

He would say things like, "Do you think having sex with a man like Ah Feng, with his big beard, would be prickly?" I would say, "I don't know, I've never tried it.

" "If he licks your genitals, would it hurt?" "How would I know? You're my first love!" "If he kisses your whole body, would it hurt or tickle?" "You're bad, you're bad, I don't know, I don't know!" I cried out loudly. As my husband continued his advances, yes, I really didn't know what it would feel like to have sex with a man like Ah Feng.

Thinking about this, my husband brought me to orgasm, an orgasm unlike any other! So exciting, so stimulating, so enjoyable.

Later, whenever my husband wanted to be passionate with me, I would sometimes ask him to say similar things. Sometimes he would say, "No, that's all."

"Hmm, I want you to say something..." I would plead with him.

He would always satisfy me, pamper me, and tell me strange and wonderful hypothetical scenarios to stimulate my sexual desire. We were a very happy family.

That autumn, Afeng played chess with me at my house, and I went to bed early.

Around midnight, my husband came in and said it was late, so he'd let Afeng stay the night.

After getting into bed, my husband removed my thin silk nightgown and used his magical hands to caress my breasts, arousing me greatly.

Whether it was my husband's doing or not, I noticed a small crack in the door. He stopped and whispered, "I wonder if Afeng is asleep?" "How would I know?" I asked. "

What would it feel like if Afeng were making love to you right now?"

I replied. "I don't know." "If we both made love to you, one of us giving you oral sex and licking your genitals, and the other suckling your breasts, would that be enjoyable?" I said , feigning a coquettish tone.

Honestly, at that moment, I was thinking that it would be nice if he really came in.

With my husband's caresses and his teasing words, I was already very excited. I pulled my husband up; I really couldn't take it anymore.

When I was really enjoying myself, my moans were loud, a kind of sound that seemed mournful yet was extremely pleasurable, like the purring of an old cat courting. I knew it was incredibly infectious, an irresistible infectiousness, an infectiousness that could drive a man wild. I don't know if I was deliberately letting Ah Feng hear me, or if it was because I was particularly excited, but I moaned, oblivious to everyone around me.

With a woman's intuition, I sensed a faint sound outside the room; it must be Ah Feng peeking at us making love (because the bedside lamp was on).

Actually, I'd been wondering for a while: would Ah Feng come to watch? I really wanted him to.

Some say many people have an exhibitionist streak, especially women.

When I thought about Ah Feng watching me make love, a strange excitement and impulse washed over me again. That night, my passion with my husband was more enjoyable than ever before, an indescribable enjoyment.

After my husband finished, I lay there, completely exhausted.

After a while, my husband nudged me: "...Want to do it with him?" "My husband asked very seriously.

I hadn't thought about it. If I had, it was only during sex that I felt a sudden urge.

Think about it. If you want to, then let's do it. Just say I'm asleep."

I knew this was my husband's way of showing affection; he often spoiled me. I didn't say anything.

"Or?" I still didn't say anything, just hugged my husband tighter and kissed him deeply.

I touched his penis, and it got hard again. I whispered, "Do you want to do it again?" "I'll wait for you to come back," he whispered to me.

I felt my whole body trembling, I didn't know if it was excitement or just overwhelmed emotion, I hugged and kissed him.

He sensed I was moved.

Yes, really... I was moved, but I felt like I was betraying my husband.

He gently pushed me again: "Go ahead."

"Aren't you angry?" I asked softly. "

It's okay~ go ahead."

He brought me a nightgown and helped me put it on, then gently pushed me off the bed.

I went to the living room, and by the light from the window, I saw that Ah Feng's bedroom door wasn't closed properly. My whole body felt hot. I quietly went in and stood in front of his bed. He pretended to be asleep, one hand outside, I pulled... I touched his hand and asked, "Are you cold?" He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Where is he?" He was asleep, fast asleep.

I played the role of someone cheating on their husband. Ah Feng dragged me to the bed, and in a whirlwind of passion, without warning, I was just a little chick under his claws. He somehow managed to strip me naked from my nightgown (I wasn't wearing underwear or a bra), showering me with passionate kisses. My body trembled. He grabbed my breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing them; to be honest, it hurt a little. He sucked on my nipples with his big mouth.

Suddenly, it happened... In a 69 position, he licked my clitoris with his mouth. I felt a lot of fluid flowing out of my vagina. I didn't know if it was my love juice or my husband's residual semen, but I felt a flow of fluid from my vaginal opening.

Yes, his beard slid all over my body. Was it itchy? Was it like tiny insects biting? I couldn't say. It was more of an excitement, an itch deep in my soul, especially when he sucked my clitoris. The itch was so intense. I grabbed his penis, the same size, the same length, the same hardness as my husband's. It was even harder than mine. My husband's pubic hair needs to be plentiful and thick.

I sucked and licked his glans with all my might, and he couldn't take it anymore, making soft moans. He put his mouth to my vaginal opening, as if his entire tongue was inside. He grabbed my thighs and stood on the bed. In that instant, I felt like I was flying, like he was going to tear me apart, to devour me whole. I went crazy, I went mad. I kept screaming, "I want it! Put it in..." I anticipated, I craved. He was still pressing his lips against my clitoris, sucking on it, completely ignoring me. I screamed again: "I want it..." I… He grabbed my legs, made me head down, and started a standing 69 position, sucking my clitoris. I braced myself on the bed, unable to move. Blood rushed to my head, swelling in waves. I screamed again: No, I can't take it anymore, I want it.

My voice was already like crying.

Only then did he put me back on the bed. I kept hitting him with my hands, but he ignored me completely. With his long, black spear, he thrust straight into the core, forcefully inserting it, as fiercely and violently as a dragon playing in the water, as if trying to pierce through the hole. I screamed wildly, my whole body flowing with blood. Sweat dripped from his lips, sliding against my chest. He moaned, and I knew he was climaxing. At that moment, I reached my peak, feeling his semen gushing against my uterine wall, washing over me again and again. My uterus contracted in waves, sucking on his glans like a baby nursing, clinging tightly. Then I heard him let out a soft "ouch," and he held me tightly... I sucked like that four or five times, feeling so good, before he released his grip and collapsed into my arms.

Perhaps it's because I've loved dancing since childhood. My body is exceptionally healthy.

Whenever I'm deeply aroused, my uterus contracts in waves, gripping the man's glans like a baby nursing. My husband often praises me, saying that when I use my uterus to suck his glans, it's the moment he enjoys most. As

Ah Feng pulled out of my vagina, I felt a gush of semen flow out, so much of it.

A surge of blissful warmth washed over me.

Then, I remembered my husband was still in the other room, so I grabbed my nightgown and ran out of Ah Feng's room.

Entering our bedroom, I saw my husband leaning against the headboard.

When he saw me come in, he reached out his arms as if to hug me.

I immediately threw myself into my husband's arms.

He held me and whispered, "Was it comfortable?" "Mmm."

He was naked, and his little brother was hard. "

You weren't asleep?" I asked. "No,"

he replied.

"Did you hear that?" I asked again . "

I sneaked to your bedroom door, and I not only heard, but I also saw," he said. " Are you angry?

" I asked.

"No, it was my choice to give it to you." " Are

n't you jealous?" "It was my choice to give it to you, I'm not jealous.

" "Do you still love me?" "Yes, my silly little one."

I lay in his arms, hugging him tightly, and burst into tears, crying very sadly.

He was at a loss, constantly comforting me.

The more he comforted me, the sadder I cried, sobbing continuously, like a child who had been wronged outside and cried in his mother's arms.

He kept asking me if he had bullied me. "If you didn't want it, you should have told me."

I knew that I owed him, and everything I had now belonged to him, including every single cell in my body.

After I finished crying, I kissed him. I reached down and touched his genitals; his penis had gone limp from crying, so I grabbed it and started stroking it until it immediately became hard.

I said to him, "Why are you so good to me?" He finally understood why I was crying. "

Baby, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to give myself to you."

"Did you enjoy it?" Actually, he had heard and seen everything, but he still asked the same question.

I said sweetly, "It felt so good."

He then asked me if it was big and long, and if my uterus had sucked on his glans. I said yes, it had sucked on it five times. He started to get excited, and so did I. We started our battle of man and woman again, and I kept shouting loudly.

When I entered the room, the door wasn't ajar. I shouted for a while and saw Ah Feng standing in the doorway. I whispered to my husband, "He's watching from the door."

Knowing that someone was watching me make love made me feel so excited, and I quickly reached orgasm. My husband performed really well. I thought to myself, "When my husband ejaculates, my uterus should suck on it at least six times." I sucked on Ah Feng five times; I had to make my husband feel incredibly good.

I was completely exhausted, lying paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, letting the semen slowly flow out...

After resting for a while, my husband got up and wiped me clean with a hot towel.

Recalling past pain is painful, but recalling past happiness often immerses me in bliss, and sometimes I can't help but want to tell someone.

I once told a female classmate, but I could never describe it in such detail.

I thought about writing it online, but I'm afraid people will say it's fabricated, that it's fake.

I'm also afraid of attracting a barrage of insults—calling me a slut, a bad woman, a slut, and so on. I'm especially afraid of people insulting my husband. No matter what others think of him, in my heart, he is the best person in the world.

He is my good husband, and from now on, I will do whatever he asks of me.

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