This is how I came to enjoy making friends (Part 5)

My husband is rather refined-looking, while Bao Lei is more assertive, so when the three of us are together, it feels unbalanced, and my husband feels the weaker one. That time we met, my husband initially took the initiative to arrange it. After the arrangements were made, he kept imagining what the three of us would do during sex. But after we met, Bao Lei took the lead. In the hotel, Bao Lei held me and undressed me, and my somewhat hesitant struggles looked like flirting. Bao Lei pressed me down on the bed and touched me, and I quickly became aroused. I looked up at my husband and saw he seemed embarrassed. I told him to stop, kissed him, and whispered in his ear that if he didn't like it, he wouldn't let Bao Lei have sex with me. My husband thought I had changed my mind and said he liked watching me being with other men, and he told Bao Lei to continue. What a perverted husband of mine.
Bao Lei's penetration technique was excellent; he didn't just thrust, but varied the frequency and pressure, accompanied by his large hands caressing my body. Actually, I really enjoyed the process, but with my husband there, I was worried he would be jealous, so I was quite conflicted. I was being considerate of my husband's feelings. While Bao Lei was penetrating me, I kissed him and later gave him oral sex. Unexpectedly, my husband ejaculated without warning, while Bao Lei continued to rub my breasts and penetrate me. My husband touched my face, and I opened my eyes to look at him. He clearly no longer seemed to have the same excitement and anticipation as before. I took his hand, and he held mine, looked at me for a while, then stared blankly away. I moaned "Husband," and he looked at me, saying, "Why did it take so long?" Bao Lei said, "Dude, it's not my fault. Your wife is usually quite wild, but she's holding back with you here today." I patted Bao Lei, and he thrust into me a few more times. With my husband beside me, and not as aroused, I felt very embarrassed to let loose. It felt like it lasted a long time. Although I felt physically good, I felt awkward psychologically and hoped it would end quickly. The more I felt this way, the less Bao Lei could ejaculate.
It's raining again today, the sky is overcast, and the house feels quite dark without the lights on. Even with the lights on, it doesn't seem to help much, making me feel a bit depressed. Back in the north, the house was warm, and even if it was gloomy outside, staying indoors and watching the cold wind blow by was a real treat. But in the south, it feels colder inside than outside, especially on rainy days; the damp air makes it impossible to escape. Sexual desire is greatly influenced by the weather, and in this kind of weather, it's hard to have a strong need, and neither is my husband. I feel a bit warmer under the covers, burying my head in them, feeling dizzy. There's a lingering smell of sex in the blankets; the sheets haven't been changed for a month or two, and there are still "maps" left from our lovemaking on the sheets. It reminds me of when Bao Lei came to my house a while ago when it was still warm. But I'll talk about that later; let me finish what happened last time.
That time with Bao Lei, it took forever to finish, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the monotonous "mechanical" movements made me feel uncomfortable down there. I said, "I'm tired, let's rest for a bit, we'll continue later." I closed my legs and rolled over to lie on my side, so Bao Lei had to stop. He was also a bit tired, sitting on the edge of the bed, panting. Because there was something my husband had done on my face, I went to the bathroom to wash it off. I touched my genitals, they were sticky, so I took a shower. The hot water on my head made me feel much cleaner. I touched my genitals, they seemed a little swollen, but not seriously. I rinsed my genitals with the showerhead for a long time, the water making me feel numb and comfortable. I heard footsteps outside, and then Bao Lei pushed open the bathroom door and came in. "I'm all sticky, I'll rinse off too." He stood next to me, and I rinsed him with the showerhead. "Okay, let's go out," I said, but he wouldn't leave. He clung to me, kissing and touching me. It wasn't that I wasn't feeling anything, but I was worried my husband would hear. He pressed me against the bathroom wall, thrusting from behind, but couldn't get in. Bao Lei kissed my ear, and the showerhead water splashed on our heads and backs, our skin feeling slippery. Bao Lei whispered in my ear, "You little slut, you didn't get enough pleasure just now, let me do it properly." I said, "Didn't you see my husband wasn't interested earlier? He'll be unhappy." Bao Lei said, "Your husband asked me to fuck you. He was disappointed because you weren't sexy at all." Hearing his words, I felt a little disappointed. I don't know why, but under Bao Lei's relentless assault, I also really wanted to be fucked hard by him. I stuck my butt out, and Bao Lei thrust in all at once. I let out an "Ah..." sound, which was somewhat fake. I wanted my husband to hear it, and I felt a bit of revenge, but I didn't know what I was getting revenge for. Bao Lei thrust hard, and I stuck my butt out to meet his penetration. Water dripped onto my buttocks, and we slapped against each other with the sound of the showerhead, making a slapping sound that even we ourselves found more arousing. I pulled his hand to touch my breasts. Women and men are truly different. When a woman has sex, she is having a "foreign object" penetrate her body, specifically her sensitive organs. A man, on the other hand, is penetrating someone else. Therefore, I think women might have some degree of masochism, especially during sex, or perhaps sex itself is a form of physical humiliation, which women simply enjoy.
The shower was on my head, water flowing over my eyes and ears. I shook my head, water splashing everywhere. I arched my back, thrusting my hips against his penis in rhythm with his movements. A hot, hard object below me made me feel heat from my clitoris to my lower abdomen, then pleasure reaching my heart. Eileen Chang said that a woman's vagina is a shortcut to the soul. For a woman to be penetrated by a man and say she doesn't love him is self-deception. So, seeing husbands on forums who only want their wives to have physical infidelity while remaining devoted to them in their hearts is just wishful thinking, unless, like me just now, they are preoccupied with their husbands' feelings, considering this and that. But if that's the case, then their bodies will only suffer along with their minds.
I turned my head, and he kissed my neck. I gasped and moaned, calling him "husband," whispering that I loved him, moaning that I wanted it, writhing and begging him to give it to me. I felt so lucky to have met him, even a little grateful to my husband. But then I felt angry thinking about him. Why couldn't my husband give me this feeling? Why did he make me enjoy the physical stimulation of another man next door? I climaxed. Accompanying the pleasure was a shiver in my body, the perfect stimulation in my lower body sending waves of pleasure through me. My legs began to tremble, and I couldn't stand. Bao Lei held my lower abdomen against his body, but we couldn't make love anymore. He picked me up, not even bothering to dry me with a towel, carried me out of the bathroom, and put me on the bed. I hadn't recovered from the trembling and didn't look at my husband, only knowing that he was watching us. No matter how much a woman orgasms or enjoys herself, her mind remains clear. The reason I was moaning, spreading my legs towards Bao Lei, holding his hand, and moaning "I want it," was because there was an unfillable void in my body or mind; I needed someone. If women are flowers, then I am certainly not a lotus, nor
a chrysanthemum. I think I should be a rose, born to be held and admired, to have my fragrance smelled. I remembered my first "frank" meeting with the older man; it was like that, but back then I was still a budding flower, only daring to yearn for the sex he would give me, but too afraid, or too ashamed, to ask. I was a bit chubby then, and my breasts seemed bigger, or at least firmer, than they are now. Entering the hotel felt like I was doing something shameful and crazy; my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Once in the room, I could only listen to the older man talking; I couldn't say a word, just echoing him. He hugged me and asked, "Girl, have you ever slept with your boyfriend?" I nodded. He asked if I liked being penetrated. I can't remember exactly what he said
, but it was a euphemism for sex that I found incredibly crude at the time. I was terrified by the word and quickly shook my head, saying I didn't like it. The man said he'd just hold me then. But he didn't keep his promise. On the hotel desk, he stripped me down to my underwear. He kissed my body. I remember that moment clearly because it was the first time I felt such a strong need. I held his head, pressing my breasts tightly to his mouth, and he caressed my body. I wanted it so badly, I longed for his penetration. I even regretted saying I didn't like sex earlier. I should have said I liked it, no, I really liked it. Maybe if I had said that, he would have brought me to a climax much sooner. Maybe it was because of what I had said earlier, maybe he just wanted to savor it slowly, or maybe he wanted me to fall in love with sex. He kept teasing me, gently biting my nipples, stroking my genitals through my underwear. Later, when he held me again, I felt his fingers were a little cool, and I realized how wet I was. That was the first time someone kissed my clitoris. The uncle squatted on the ground, pulled my underwear to one side, and touched my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Every time he touched my clitoris, I trembled. I put my hands behind my back to support my body, looked at the ceiling, and felt the pleasure he brought me.
Bao Lei said, "Then I won't wear a condom, it's uncomfortable." He pinched the end of the condom and ripped it off with a snap. His penis stood tall and proud, like a haughty general, the large glans swollen and purplish-red, with several red marks from the condom. After the condom was removed, I grabbed his hands and opened my legs to meet him. He pulled my hands and thrust heavily into me. I felt the pleasure in my body, but I didn't have the energy to fully open my eyes. I wanted him to kiss me, but if he kissed me, I wouldn't be able to make such a pleasurable movement. I bit my lip and shook my head from side to side. Since I thought of the older man, I unconsciously compared Bao Lei to him. Sorry, my thoughts are jumping around a bit, I hope everyone can get used to it. Let's talk about the older man first. When he was with me, he felt like he had stolen a neighbor's chicken and was eating it. It tasted so much better than his own, although his own was probably about the same. But he was also afraid that the neighbor would come knocking, so he didn't dare to make a sound while eating, feeling uneasy. But because it was stolen, I couldn't bear to waste a single bite. I ate as much as I could, even when I was already stuffed, I would still take a few more bites. Not only did I eat, but before eating, I would greedily lick it, carefully savoring the hard-won aroma. What I liked most was when the older man gently held me during sex. Although his thrusts were intense, they weren't rough. Each time, he would follow the direction and angle that I was most comfortable with. He would gently lick my breasts and gently suck on my tongue. He liked me to moan in his arms, and he would sometimes make the angry sounds that a bull makes before attacking, accompanied by hot breath. When I sucked on his penis, he seemed to receive a reward, obediently remaining still, his eyes filled with gratitude. I liked this feeling, and I even thought that I liked sucking a man's penis because I liked this feeling. So later, when I was with my husband, whenever he eagerly inserted his penis into my mouth, I felt a little disgusted, thinking that only well-behaved girls should enjoy this treatment. At that moment, I would always think of the older man's eyes, and I would also think of his penis. The older man would observe my reactions. When I was excited, he would thrust rapidly until he sent me to the heavens. When I was feeling down, he would tease me gently until I was wet with desire. Even after we made love, he would continue to caress my body, from top to bottom. Now
let's talk about Bao Lei. Bao Lei was a bad boy. He drove me away the first time we met. It felt like he had stolen me away. If he hadn't almost violently taken me, maybe I wouldn't have made love to him, and even if I hadn't made love to him, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him. He would tease you until you were on cloud nine, but then he wouldn't let you reach that highest peak. It was like teasing a naive puppy with a bone, letting the puppy lick it, letting the puppy smell it. When the puppy, who was relatively calm, was about to eat it, he would lift the bone high, and the puppy would jump to bite it. He liked to watch, liked the puppy whining and begging him, sometimes even in front of the puppy's owner. Of course, in the end, when he was done playing, he would give the puppy some treats. He never penetrates me at the angle I imagine during sex, which sometimes frustrates and annoys me, but other times I'm amazed and eagerly await the next point of impact, like a game of whack-a-mole. With him, I feel like a child; with my husband, like a friend; and with Bao Lei, like a mother. I admit he awakens my maternal instincts. I like this naughty boy; I like his playful antics on me; I like giving him what he loves most, and sometimes I even indulge his mischievous little desires. When I suckle his penis, I don't need his obedience, I just want him to be happy; I simply enjoy the hard, large penis thrusting around in my mouth. Another reason I'm close to him is that I can have sex with him in front of my husband.
Not every woman has the opportunity to have sex with someone else in front of her husband. I can't accurately describe the feeling; there's hesitation, uncertainty, fear, and anticipation. This complex psychology makes it hard for me to adapt, and I can't easily adjust my mindset. Sometimes I even hate this feeling. Sex should be unrestrained, carefree, and playful. I should be wanton and provocative in a man's arms. I should be wanton and slutty. In comparison, I even prefer having sex with a stranger while on a business trip. Note, a stranger—not a colleague or friend. I overthink things; I can't ignore how he'll see me afterward, or the reactions from colleagues and friends. A stranger is different. I can be wanton and slutty. I can moan and beg him to penetrate me. I can compare myself to a little bitch, letting him play with me, telling him I like being teased like that, telling him what feels best for me. Afterward, we can discuss how he can do better, and how I can make him more comfortable. In front of my husband, although I know he enjoys my flirtatious and wanton behavior, I know he only likes it in bed; outside of it, he's at most indifferent. So, every time we start something, I can't shake off those conflicting feelings. All I can do is hope this man is skilled enough to bring me to a climax, making me completely forget all my worries. But Bao Lei made me truly achieve that for the first time.
I think women who report rape to the police must not have experienced an orgasm, otherwise they wouldn't have called the police. An orgasm is a brief journey to paradise; your mind seems to soar into the clouds, forgetting all worries, as if a pleasurable pressure point has been struck, making my body tremble, making me unable to think, only wanting to make love to him. For the first time, in front of my husband, I told another man to let him penetrate me; not only did I say it, but I also actively touched his erection with my own clitoris.

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