This is how I came to enjoy making friends (Part 2)

At the beginning of this year, I forgot what happened, but I was in a good mood. That night, I wanted to, so I hugged my husband in my pajamas and said sweetly, "My little sister wants to be penetrated."

I saw his eyes light up. He reached inside my clothes and touched me, saying, "Which man do you want to be penetrated by?" I pressed my finger against his head and said, "Of course, this one." He put his finger on my genitals and asked, "Are other men okay?" I said, "A big one is fine." He got very excited, kissing and nibbling at me. I hadn't felt this passionate in a long time, but it wasn't good either; he was too excited and ejaculated quickly.

I wasn't satisfied and didn't want him to finish, so he climbed on top of me and asked which boyfriend I had the best sex with, and whether I could contact my ex-boyfriends.

I said, "Aren't you jealous?" He said, "We've all done it, so it's no big deal for me to have a few more pleasures." I just can't understand why a man would let his wife have sex with other men; he doesn't get anything out of it. But after being influenced by my husband like this for so long, although I feel this kind of thing is shameful, I don't find it too disgusting. I just said I couldn't find him and hadn't contacted him in a long time.

My husband asked me how my boyfriend made me feel good. I had my back to him, and he was holding me. I told him I liked this position he used when he penetrated me, because his penis was long and he could penetrate quite deeply in this position.

This piqued his interest, and I could clearly feel him getting hard again. He entered me from behind, asking me how other women had done it to me.

After that, he asked me these questions every time we had sex, and it became my go-to love talk.

He also learned more and more about my relationship with my ex-boyfriend.

I met him the year I graduated from university. Strictly speaking, it was a one-night stand. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was feeling down. He was in his thirties, and I was 22. My ex-boyfriend's immaturity made me lose faith in younger men, while I was drawn to mature older men.

Although I knew he was married, I still slept with him. Perhaps because there was no mutual responsibility, I had fewer demands on him, which made it last longer. We've been together on and off until now, breaking up a few times. Each time, I resolved to be a good woman, but for various reasons, I couldn't hold on.
The man was quite well-built, with a dark complexion, which was my type.

Before my wedding, I made a special trip to his city to see him, hoping to break up with him so we could go our separate ways without affecting each other's lives. He frankly agreed, thanked me for my companionship over the years, and told me to contact him if I needed anything. We didn't see each other for a long time afterward, but we didn't completely lose contact. We had each other's phone numbers, and later, after we got WeChat, we added each other on WeChat.

Once, when my husband and I were having sex, I pointed to his profile picture on WeChat and told him it was him.

My husband asked me to send him a voice message, and I said, "Are you asleep?" and sent it.

My husband continued making love to me, and I replied, "No." My husband took the phone and continued making love to me. After a while, I heard another text message. I looked at it and realized my husband had secretly sent him the sounds of me moaning during sex.

He asked what I was doing.

My husband told me to say I was masturbating.

I didn't say anything.

My husband then sent a text message saying I was masturbating and missing him.

He replied that he missed me too.

And obviously, my voice aroused him; he even said things like he wanted to kiss my breasts and buttocks.
My husband got even more excited after seeing this, and he thrust into me hard, then took pictures of my buttocks and breasts and sent them to him. I also have a bit of a perverted fetish for being spied on, and I was quite aroused, so I didn't stop him too much. After we finished, I quickly turned off my phone, afraid he would call.

But the next day when I went to work, he still called, asking what happened last night, saying he seemed particularly horny. I couldn't say that my husband did it, so I could only say that he wasn't home and I wanted it myself.

He said he wanted to come see me, but I said no.

That night, my husband wanted it again, and I sent him a voice message, flirting with him while we were having sex. If I wouldn't say it, he would type it out. My husband wanted me to say that I wanted his big penis inside me, but I wouldn't. My husband said he would tell him via voice message, but I said no. I was forced to say it, but saying it was really exciting.

All night, I felt like I was having sex with two people.

Later, the older man said he wanted to come see me. I initially wanted to stop him, but my husband kept begging me to let him come. I told him to decide, and he texted me to let him come when he was free.

A few days later, the older man called me, saying he would arrive that evening and asking if I was free. I was a little hesitant and said I wasn't sure and we could arrange it later.

When I got home that night, I told my husband that the older man was coming, but I didn't want to see him. My husband still insisted that I go see him; it seems he won't be satisfied until he's sold me out!

The older man lived in a nearby city, about an hour's drive away, and he came after work. My husband offered to drive me to the hotel, but I refused, feeling a bit uneasy, and took a taxi myself.

The meeting with the older man went smoothly. We became quite familiar with each other, understanding each other's needs and being considerate of each other's feelings. It had been a long time since we'd seen each other, and there was a strange, exciting feeling to it.

I hastily tore off his clothes on the bed, not waiting for gentle foreplay, and went straight to the point. He let out a deep, beast-like growl, wantonly kneading my body. I lay down, using my most vulnerable parts to actively welcome his hardness. He seemed to want to shatter me. His large lower body made me feel a long-lost fullness. The area where we were joined was a mess of pubic hair and pubic hair. Every nerve and muscle in my body was tense, feeling and welcoming his invasion. Every inch of my skin longed for his care. I thrust my chest out, using my breasts to tease his dark body, and tried to kiss him with my lips, but I could only kiss his neck, tasting the salty taste of his slight sweat.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had once belonged only to him, but now I had returned to my rightful owner. My body was like a lost puppy finding its owner, desperately trying to please him. Every thrust of his filled me with immense pleasure, and every kneading of his body was met with joyful response from my body.

The room was filled with our heavy breathing and the crisp sounds of our bodies colliding. His low growls made me moan uncontrollably, like a nightingale dying out. During my climax, I felt like I was suffocating, then instantly recovered and willingly continued to enjoy the onslaught.

The hotel corridor echoed with the clatter of women's high heels and laughter. I couldn't care less what they thought, whether they heard a young woman enjoying physical pleasure with a man other than her husband. At this moment, I belonged only to him. The continuous orgasms overwhelmed me, and I even questioned what I had been holding onto all these years. His thrusts shattered my values in an instant. Why did I suffer while he was emotionally exhausted? Pleasant

moments always pass quickly. His heat made me dizzy. After the passion subsided, I continued to experience the fullness he gave me. Although not as firm as before, it was still incredibly full.

For the first time, I satisfied my husband's desires, and I satisfied myself as well.

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