Repost: Giving a erotic massage in front of my husband

I'm Juanjuan, and about six months ago, I went along with my husband and got a massage—the kind with erotic elements. We've been married for almost four years, and our sex life is pretty good… well, "good" is hard to define. Basically, I enjoy making love with him; I don't experience the "fever-reducing" or "boredom" that experts talk about. The reason I went for the massage was because my husband loves browsing porn sites. After seeing some explicit stories, he'd tease me in bed. It's just for fun. There's nothing wrong with adding a little fantasy during sex—it's like pretending my husband isn't my real husband. We're a very ordinary couple. My husband is a junior manager, and I'm a typical housewife. When it comes to sex, we're probably like any other couple—we don't have any taboos. We watch porn, and during sex, we use some tricks—sexual fantasies or props—and occasionally we read erotic novels online… Honestly, I always feel those novels are written for men, or by men pretending to be women; they're about things that could never happen in real life. My husband was very excited, but as a woman, I knew perfectly well whether those stories were true or false. Anyway, after a while, my husband actually created a QQ account and posted ads online seeking female companions behind my back. When he found out, I was furious for a long time, feeling insulted. He's the only man I've ever had, and at thirty years old, he's still doing this kind of messy stuff? My husband said it was just for fun! Who says you have to agree to everything? Unexpectedly, there were a lot of respondents, but none of them were actually couples; most were single people looking to take advantage. After reading their chat logs, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted. During that time, my husband wanted it almost every day, and I felt particularly aroused. But to be honest, even my husband admitted that it couldn't be as simple as in pornographic novels… I can believe in extramarital affairs to some extent, but is it really that easy to just have a casual encounter, or engage in threesomes or group sex? Choosing a complete stranger based on just a few words on QQ? Who has the guts? Beauty, ugliness, weight, etc., aside from that, what if they blackmail you afterwards? With friends? Seriously, do you want to lose face? One day in bed, my husband mysteriously suggested, "How about we go get a massage?" He'd heard it from a chat friend; a few shady men gossiping about things they'd heard from others, who knows if it's true? I ignored him then; my husband's like that—he's impulsive, he forgets about it quickly after the initial excitement… But he kept bringing it up, saying it was just a massage, not necessarily anything more. I think it's also for safety; safety is always a woman's first priority. With my husband around, a massage therapist is an expensive service, and checking into a hotel is convenient… Most importantly, I can't bring myself to actually have sex with another man. Fantasizing is fine, having those thoughts occasionally is okay, but in real life, that's practically suicide. Since my husband's been persistent, I'm also tempted to try it out. Actually, every woman has this thought of having a fling with another man, not because she doesn't love her husband or is sexually unsatisfied, but simply because she wants to take a risk. I think my husband thinks the same way. Taking a risk is one thing, but it must be within a controllable range. Who's stupid enough to jump out of a plane without a parachute? After that massage, our sex life did reach unprecedented levels of passion for six months, but that was just a side effect, like you can't just take the lead in an adult film… I remember that massage vividly; although it was hard to accept, it was actually very stimulating. At first, I felt guilty, thinking about a strange man in front of my husband… that feeling afterward. But because my husband didn't care at all, and even pretended to be the masseur every time we made love afterwards, the stimulation was even greater than the massage itself. So, if your husband is open-minded enough, I suggest you try it, just halfway through. You can't force anything. I didn't refuse, and then my husband ran to the living room and got a newspaper. That damn guy had already drawn a bunch of red circles on it. My husband's idea was that he'd heard some massage therapists cater to both men and women, so he wanted to be able to choose one. I didn't want to get involved at all; I was already incredibly nervous about finding a massage therapist, how could I possibly care about this game? In the end, my husband chose a "genuine male massage therapist for relieving fatigue"... I agreed; he seemed quite respectable, at least that was my impression of him. On the phone, I heard my husband ask if the afternoon was okay, then inquire about the duration of each session, the price, whether he also massaged men, etc. Finally, my husband even asked if the therapist offered the full service! I was anxious to stop my husband's nonsense, but I didn't dare say anything... It seemed like the therapist hesitated for a moment, and I don't know what he said to my husband. After hanging up, I got angry. My husband explained gently that he just wanted to confirm if the massage therapist offered the half service, because the advertisement was so respectable... Since I had finally agreed, he didn't want to encounter a real "genuine male massage therapist for relieving fatigue." Okay! Although I felt embarrassed, my husband liked it anyway, and—to be honest—I had a strange urge to try the pleasure offered by other men. My husband said this guy was quite expensive, so expensive it hurt, and then he smiled knowingly and said, "With such a high price, he might really have some skills!" This masseur didn't charge by the session; he just did what he felt was enough. On the phone, he kept emphasizing that he had truly studied in Japan and that his massage techniques were top-notch. When my husband asked if he wanted the full service, the man hesitated for a long time before saying, "These things depend on the feeling! If my wife feels it at the right moment..." I warned my husband again that this was the only way, and not to think of any other tricks. That day, I even wore sexy, see-through lingerie. When we got to the hotel, my husband called the man again, and he called back to the hotel room to confirm. I first sat on the bed, but then I thought it wouldn't be good to mess up the bed, so I sat on a chair. In short, my mind was in such a mess that I couldn't think of anything and didn't dare to move. My husband was the same, chain-smoking, filling the room with smoke. I knew he was nervous too. When the doorbell rang, I almost jumped up. I frantically asked my husband where I should stand. I know it was a stupid question, but I genuinely didn't know where the best place to stand was. My husband shrugged, kissed me, and whispered, "I love you." Those words eased half of my nervousness, but the remaining half still made me feel like I was about to have a heart attack. The masseur was a very muscular man, even a bit overweight, at least 1.8 meters tall! Because I was shy and kept my head down, I didn't dare look at his face clearly, but he seemed alright. You know, we women judge men by our feelings; the most important thing is the feeling. If the feeling is right, then it's right. I stood at the farthest corner of the bed from the door, trying to make myself look more natural, forcing a smile… The masseur's voice was soft. He gently asked me what my name was. My husband answered for me, saying, "Just call her Juanjuan!" He was carrying a briefcase-like bag, and pulled out a bottle of something he couldn't identify. He then asked, "Want to take a shower first?" I had already showered before leaving, but thinking about what I was about to do, I felt I should... Now I was facing a man... What if he meant he wanted to shower with me? Thinking this, I suddenly felt hot all over, almost unable to stand. I quickly said I had showered, just now. Then he gestured for me to take off my clothes, and I blushed and took off my outer clothes, revealing a transparent bra. I noticed that he and my husband were both staring at my body. Just moments before, the air conditioning in the room felt so cold; now I wished my husband could turn it up a bit. I burrowed under the sheets, unsure where to look. I only heard my husband say in his unusually dry voice, "My wife is very ticklish, so..." The masseur first expressed his regret, then went on to describe his technique. In short, I didn't hear a word. At that moment, all I could think about was where to look to avoid being impolite. Maybe I should close my eyes? But this masseuse was very polite… Hmm! If you also want to find a masseuse to relax, I suggest you get a feel for their attitude over the phone first. "Juanjuan… Hmm! Do you mind my clothes?" The masseuse hinted in a gentle tone, "The oil massage will get them dirty!" I started taking off my bra under the sheet, and hesitated when taking off my underwear… Not that I was hesitant about whether I should take them off or not. Since I was here and they were here, there was no reason not to take them off. What I was thinking was that my movements would be clearly visible through the thin sheet. How could I take them off elegantly? To be honest, even now I don't know if I took them off elegantly. Although I was covered by the sheet, I was completely naked. The feeling was a mix of fear, nervousness, and excitement. But this sheet, with just a gentle lift… My husband came over, took my underwear, kissed my cheek, and then sat down on a chair next to me, crossed his legs, and started smoking again. Then the masseur started undressing, explaining that it was an oil massage, so he had to take his clothes off too. To my relief, he wasn't completely naked; he was still wearing a small pair of underwear. I didn't intentionally pay attention, but I still caught a glimpse. His buttocks were small, and they looked quite powerful against his physique. As for that area… it felt bulging, not unlike my husband's. Then he told me to turn over. I turned over, lying face down on the pillow.Not having to look at him made me feel a little better. Then I thought to myself, what is this damn husband doing now, watching his wife being touched by someone else? Am I enjoying this, or is he enjoying it? The masseur slowly lifted the sheet, and as the sheet moved away, my skin came into contact with the cold air in the room, reminding me that my body was now completely exposed to a strange man… I guessed this wasn't a real oil massage, just lotion; the lotion felt so cold on my skin. “You have such a great figure, such fair skin, your husband is so lucky!” The masseur's voice was very soft; his whisper made me feel like I was doing something incredible behind my husband's back, but the room was actually small, and I knew my husband could definitely hear me. His compliments might just be a professional habit, but hearing them felt good, and my shyness began to disappear. I've said it before, women live by their feelings. He first massaged my shoulders, very gently, asking in my ear if it hurt, if he was using too much force. The tension from before was starting to dissipate… It felt so good, so good that I forgot there was a man next to me wearing only his underwear, so good that I forgot I was completely naked, so good that I almost fell asleep… Just as I was relaxing, the masseur's hands started moving down to my back. Massaging my shoulders was fine, but as he moved down, I started to feel ticklish… I'm really ticklish. Whenever I'm angry or upset, my husband uses tickling to deal with me. Honestly, I don't know which part of my body isn't ticklish. Even though it tickles, I'm too embarrassed to say it; you know how women are—they're afraid of being laughed at. I think I shifted slightly, and this guy, being so perceptive, noticed even that slight movement. He asked me softly, "Does it tickle?" I gently murmured, "Mmm!" His voice was so gentle, and so attentive. My initial shyness almost completely disappeared, leaving only trust, just like my trust in my husband. Of course, a large part of it was also because I was lying face down; it seemed that hiding my face increased my sense of security. His hand continued to press and slowly move downwards, until it reached my waist. I chuckled, and he laughed too after hearing my laughter. The tension in the room instantly vanished. It was a very special experience; when you expose your flaws and find that the other person doesn't care, the relationship immediately becomes much closer. So I told him I was ticklish, especially my waist… Talking to him felt natural, like telling my hairstylist what kind of hairstyle I wanted. This ease lasted only a second, because his hand left my waist and slid down to my buttocks. He didn't rush to do anything; first, he poured some lotion on my buttocks and started massaging. Several times I felt he was about to touch my genitals, so close, but as if he had accidentally and apologetically, he immediately pulled away. I knew he would eventually touch there, but I still felt afraid. Some things you can never truly get used to. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, his hand left my buttocks and moved downwards. On one hand, I was a little disappointed that he'd given up on getting to what seemed like "real business," and on the other hand, I started to worry about the sensitive itching in my legs. Suddenly, he began to gently massage my feet, saying, "Your legs are so beautiful, so white and slender, so beautiful..." I knew he meant it, at least I felt it; that feeling was my whole life. Then he started kissing my legs, even holding my instep and stroking his cheek, as if he'd discovered the most beautiful treasure in the world... At first, I resisted, trying to pull away. No one had ever kissed my legs, no one had ever praised my feet. Maybe my parents had, but at least not since I can remember. He didn't let me go like he had during the massage; he pulled me back, kissing me. I felt his tongue darting between my toes... It wasn't a physical pleasure, but a psychological emotion; I almost felt like crying. This was the first time someone had kissed a place I'd never even noticed before. Some say women are developed, and I tell you, that's absolutely true. From the first time we held hands to my first kiss and caresses with my husband, I still remember the shock I felt when I first touched his penis. Women rarely know what they want or don't want; they need a good man to guide them. We are not as rough as men; women are independent creatures like cats. I believe no two women feel the same way about sex, and at least a third of any sex education book you can find is wrong. Time seemed to stretch on forever. I was completely immersed in a feeling of being moved, and I didn't even notice his hand had moved to my crotch. When he touched my genitals, I realized how big his hand was, but also how delicate it was. He didn't directly violate my most intimate area; he just stroked back and forth between my thighs, occasionally and seemingly unintentionally touching the cleft between my buttocks before immediately moving away, almost imperceptibly. I felt my whole body relax, dissolve. It wasn't pleasure yet, but I knew he was touching me, this gentle man was touching me… His hand slowly covered my genitals, completely covering them and gently kneading them, like a guardian angel. After a while, his fingers began to probe inside and outside the crevice, and suddenly he found my most sensitive clitoris, just lightly brushing it over. In that instant, I let out a soft "Mmm!" I knew I shouldn't, but I felt like a small boat adrift on a gentle ocean, suddenly struck by lightning… I realized I was already wet; his touch made me feel that my clitoris was covered in love juice, his fingers easily gliding and teasing it. Every muscle in my body was awakened, uncontrollably arching my hips, but he remained gentle, unhurried and unconcerned. The first pleasure came slowly; besides gripping the sheets tightly, I couldn't do anything. This tidal wave of pleasure never subsided, not like the waves people describe, but more like a tsunami—you never know where it will end. His hand was so light, its penetration so natural. I could hear the wetness, like waves crashing against rocks… I tried to hold back my cries, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I wanted to roll, to leap, but my body was downward, a wave of helplessness washing over me. Besides trying to raise my hips as high as possible to meet his, I was powerless. I thought I was about to cry, perhaps I already was… but his tenderness wouldn't let me go. I didn't know I could be so wet, like a dam bursting, unstoppable. Actually, there was no need for sex, no need for any movement. Now, sitting here recalling the wanton sounds my body made, my heart feels like it's about to explode, my face as red as an apple. Then his hand left, and suddenly I felt empty, my hand gone from the sheets.If it weren't for the sheets I was holding onto, I would have screamed with all my might. He turned me around; he was incredibly strong, like a god, gently lifting me up and flipping me over without me even feeling it. Turning my head, I saw my husband. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew he had seen everything. He was still sitting there, cigarette dangling from his lips. I didn't know if it was shame or excitement, but a certain emotion filled my chest. My man was watching me being played with, and I was shamelessly reaching orgasm… I felt a surge of love from my husband; I knew he loved me this way, loved me letting my truest self shine through. But it was difficult; I could only turn my emotions to the sheets. That's when I realized my fingers were so sore. He leaned closer, kissing my nipples and groping them. He gently stroked my breasts, occasionally lightly touching my nipples. My nipples were very sensitive; each time he touched one, my whole body trembled, just like my husband's when he ejaculates. His face drew closer, a simple face bearing the marks of hardship. I suddenly felt an urge to kiss him, but wouldn't that be foolish? He gently nibbled on my earlobe… Oh my god! Heavy breathing filled my ear, and I felt dizzy. Like a broken doll whose soul had been rippled out, my body had vanished, leaving only the sound of his breathing, the heavy breathing… The dizziness persisted, spreading like ripples, then starting again, constantly expanding. This man had found my weakness, my most vulnerable spot. Besides telling me my feet were beautiful, he had found my most vulnerable place. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear. Uncontrollably, I blurted out, "I like it!" I think I still retained a sliver of rationality. If this person were my husband, I would have hugged him tightly and shouted, "I love you!" I could feel his genitals rubbing against my waist, very hard… I thought he was doing it on purpose; perhaps he wanted me? Just then, he reached for my genitals with one hand and gently stroked my hair with the other, saying, "You're so beautiful, so very beautiful… Has anyone told you you're beautiful?" Then the hand that was stroking my hair left, and he gently took my hand and touched his genitals through my small underwear. I was probably startled! This was the first time I had ever touched the genitals of a man other than my husband. I snapped out of my reverie and immediately withdrew my hand. He didn't force me; he moved away, gently pushed my legs apart, and began kissing my genitals. It was a fusion of shame and pleasure. I tried to pull my legs back slightly, leaving them half-open, but he gently pushed them completely apart, exposing my entire vulva to a stranger. His tongue swirled around my clitoris, while waves of sensation washed over me. With the climax, my legs, which had been slightly tense, relaxed completely, and I opened them wide, wanting to get closer, closer… Then I finally made a sound, beginning to moan unrestrainedly. All shame was cast aside; I only knew I wanted more, I wanted more, I wanted him to give me more pleasure. I don't know if I said "I love you," but I think I at least said "Give it to me, give it to me again…" It wasn't because of how beautifully he licked me, but because my legs were open, I was opening my legs to welcome this man. I was exhausted, almost breathless… He returned to my ear. The constant, intertwined pleasures, all sorts of different pleasures, made me forget everything with his kisses… I don't know why I reached out and pulled a dildo from his underwear. At first, I just gently touched him, feeling his hardness, the throbbing of his penis, its thickness. Gradually, I started to go crazy, rubbing him recklessly, my mind only focused on making him ejaculate, to ejaculate as much semen as possible. His hand finally penetrated my vagina. With the movement of his fingers, I became more and more excited, and I could feel his excitement too. I was going crazy, feeling myself twisting my hips forcefully on the bed, constantly moaning and panting. The climax came, I arched my back, and almost instantly, I had another climax. I was so tired, I couldn't hold onto his alluring penis, and I couldn't arch my back anymore. I was so tired, I don't know how many climaxes I had experienced together... I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't, I knew I couldn't. It seemed like time had come, or did he think I had enough? In fact, I was satisfied, although this satisfaction wasn't the perfect satisfaction of penetration. But I knew I'd have my husband later, and I'd want him to penetrate me once or twice. If he refused after the masseur left, I'd rape him… But right now, all I could think about was the masseur's erection. I knew my husband was coming. I closed my eyes, afraid to look at him. No matter what, I'd done so many shameful things in front of him. My husband looked down and asked if I wanted the full service… I didn't know. I knew I should say no, but damn it, all I could think about was that hard thing I'd just been holding. This damn man was testing me, but I couldn't refuse. Damn it, I just couldn't say no. My husband asked again, but I didn't answer. I couldn't say yes, but I couldn't say no either. I didn't know what my husband and the masseur did. They didn't speak; I guessed they shook their heads or nodded? I turned away, eyes closed, my back to them. The passion was still there, but I couldn't bear to see my husband, nor did I want to look at the masseur again, afraid I'd blurt out "yes." My husband returned to the bedside and began kissing me, whispering in my ear, "Juanjuan! I love you, you're so amazing!" Just then, I noticed the masseur had climbed on top of me from below… He first gently parted my legs with his hands, just as tenderly and skillfully. My legs weren't unopenable, but this time was different; this time he would use his… God! His massive body pressed down on me, and I felt so scared. After kissing me once more, my husband pulled away, abandoning me. I was so afraid. Was this really going to happen? Was this right? He started kissing my nipples, my earlobes, and then I knew nothing more. I only knew that his penis was rubbing against my clitoris, rubbing and rubbing. I knew I was wet; I could even feel my vagina opening, waiting, anticipating. My body was ready, and that penis I loved so much was ready too, but… I turned my head, and my husband was smoking, I don't know how many cigarettes he'd smoked… In my dazed state, I thought about my first time with my husband, and what would happen afterward, and what would happen afterward. How long is that instant? I only know that in that instant, everything about my husband and me flashed through my mind like lightning, so clear, so dear. I love him so much; he is my only man. I know I love him, but I never realized how deeply I loved him. To me, my husband is more important than everything else in the world combined. When that person entered me, I could clearly feel my lower body being breached by a force; a hard, large penis was inserted into my vagina. I felt a sense of despair, even sadness. I had lost my uniqueness, and from then on, I had no pride left… I turned my head towards the wall, not wanting to look at my husband, thinking I might as well just die. I didn't want to see anything except that wall covered in vulgar wallpaper. There are no excuses. I've lost my virginity. Right now, a completely unfamiliar penis is freely entering and exiting my genitals—I can comfort and explain myself when fingers are inserted, but this is a penis, capable of ejaculating semen that could give birth, the penis of a man other than my husband… If it weren't for politeness, I think I would have pushed this person away, rushed into the bathroom, poured out all my grievances, and then locked myself in there forever until I die of old age. That's why I advise those who want to try it to know when to stop. Doing half a round is enough; it's enough to reach unprecedented heights, enough to satisfy all your fantasies. The feeling of being penetrated by a stranger is really exhilarating, like being forced into rape. Even though it's voluntary, it still feels like rape, being forcibly penetrated. Of course, it depends on luck, that is, whether there's a man who truly loves you willing to be with you… I feel nothing, although the sound of water is still coming from my genitals, and I can feel that penis I was just infatuated with thrusting inside me. But sex isn't just about gentleness… Just as I was about to shed tears, my husband came up behind me, gently stroking my hair and turning my head. He gazed at me for what seemed like an eternity, without saying a word… and then he began to kiss me. I had never kissed like that before; it felt like a separation of life and death. Do you know what it feels like to kiss with all your might? In my husband's kiss, I felt an intense jealousy that could burn the heavens and earth, along with fear and boundless desire… I couldn't tell which feeling was stronger, but I knew that the sum of all these feelings was love. Nothing else could do this. Ignoring his actions, I hugged my husband and kissed him passionately, letting him know that I would never let him leave again. A strange penis was still gently inserted into my lower body; the feeling was incredibly new! Suddenly, my husband pushed me away. I had never seen him undress so quickly before, as if the world would end if he waited any longer. His penis practically jumped out of his underwear, red and shiny, its rounded glans beckoning and calling to me. My desire was rekindled.I swallowed my husband's penis, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the glans. I wanted it in my mouth, I wanted it to feel good, I wanted to give everything to this penis I would always love. With my husband's in my mouth and another penis inserted into my lower body, I knew this was what people called a threesome. But was this really it? Because at that moment, my mind was only on my husband. Although I was starting to feel pleasure in my lower body, I thought it was all from my husband, from that penis in my mouth. But less than a minute later, my husband pulled back, withdrawing the penis that belonged only to me from my mouth. My automatic reaction was to reach out and grab it, but my husband took a step back. I didn't know anything else; I only knew I wanted his penis, wanted to eat it, wanted it to stay in my mouth forever. I cried in desperation. My husband immediately leaned over and kissed my face, wiping away my tears, but I knew he was deliberately keeping his lower body far away from me. Probably afraid that person would hear! He whispered, "I can't take it anymore..." The man, contrary to his previous gentleness, began to exert himself more forcefully, while my husband kissed my earlobe. Enveloped in his love, the shame I felt earlier had vanished. However, his penetration was incredibly pleasurable, very pleasurable, though clearly much less intense than the caresses he had given me earlier. They both left me almost simultaneously. I barely noticed him pulling out; I only realized my husband was gone. Disappointment enveloped me, like suddenly having to answer a phone call halfway through sex. My disappointment stemmed from my husband no longer kissing my earlobe, having nothing to do with whether the man continued. I even wanted my husband to pay him off and get rid of him so we could just stay in bed and make love a hundred times over. My husband gently patted me; I knew he wanted me to turn over. I obeyed; I always listen to my husband. Then I felt him supporting my hips; I knew he wanted me to lift up so he could enter from behind, our favorite position. I like this. I like anything my husband likes… Right now, I really want my husband's big cock, I want him to thrust into me hard, keep thrusting until he kills me. I want it so badly, I want it right now. I want it so badly, my husband's cock is so hard, just like that, pressing against me, filling me completely, even my heart is filled. But my husband didn't move, he just stopped. When my husband's cock pierced into my vagina, the feeling was completely different, like a hot current flowing in, from deep inside my vagina straight to my head, my limbs and bones were all tingling and soft. I gasped, this is it… the familiar hardness without even looking, the love I could feel intuitively. My husband didn't move, I felt satisfied without him moving, if he moved I might reach orgasm immediately. My heart cried out, "Honey, please move! It's so itchy inside, why won't you penetrate me?" The man then knelt before my face, gently supporting my limp head, and tenderly asked, "Is it comfortable?" I almost screamed, "Yes! Penetrate me! Please penetrate me!" I knew the reason my husband wouldn't move was because he couldn't hold on... Then the situation changed; the masseur was watching my husband and me make love, watching his hot, red penis penetrate my vagina.This was another feeling, the feeling of being watched by a stranger. This feeling made me even hotter, and I wanted my husband to thrust into me harder, without any mercy. We were locked in a stalemate, with my husband occasionally making a slight thrust, and at those moments, my nerves felt like they were being burned… The man just gently stroked my hair, touching me lightly, doing nothing. His condom was off, and his penis was drooping, completely unlike its previous grandeur. It wasn't completely shrunken; the length remained the same, but it was soft, and the two testicles hung there fragilely and helplessly. Many people think that women like hard, lively penises, but they don't know that a penis resting right after sex evokes even more tenderness. Women love vulnerable little creatures, just like I like it when my husband kisses my breasts, feeling a maternal instinct rise from within. At this moment, I felt the same way about these two drooping testicles. Although this man was physically strong, he had such a vulnerable side, making me want to kiss it. I tried to extend my buttocks backward, and although my husband seemed to have controlled himself, he didn't thrust into me as forcefully as before, just gently and slowly. The more I couldn't have it, the more my desire intensified; my heart felt like it was being weighed down by a huge rock. The man began to caress my breasts, kiss my earlobe, and murmur praises of my chest… My husband started moving, shouting as he thrust, "Eat his, Juanjuan, eat his." Although not as vigorous as before, the thrusts felt millions of times more pleasurable. My husband's penis was inside me, rocking me back and forth, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Then it exploded! My vision blurred, like a rainbow of colors appeared before my eyes. It was coming, I knew it was coming. My husband had reached the very top, my very soul was being pulled out. Yes, I wanted to eat his penis, I screamed in my heart, I wanted to eat it, I wanted to eat it! The man straightened up, his penis right in front of me, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take it in. My body swayed during the thrusting… All I could do was grab it, but even that was difficult. I had to support myself with one hand and hold his penis with the other. It hardened rapidly in my hand, harder than all the penises in the world combined, like a red-hot iron rod… but I couldn't reach it. "Do you like it?" the man groaned, asking me. "Do you like it?" Without hesitation, I shouted, "I like it!" I had forgotten what shame was; I just screamed and yelled, trying to release all my desire. If I didn't scream, I would die. My husband's penis had reached its hilt, so deep I felt like it was going to burst. My husband's thrusts intensified, one orgasm after another. I couldn't see what I was holding anymore; I wanted everything. I think I've gone mad. I couldn't take it anymore, so I put down the dildo and let it dangle in front of my eyes... It was so dark, so shiny, it was begging me to satisfy it, to make it explode, to spray it all over my face. I knew it, I heard that shiny dildo calling to me, as my husband thrust his dildo into my face, it was so beautiful, I wanted to eat it, to swallow it... I shouted, "Dick, big dildo!" The dildo was right in front of me, my husband's dildo was penetrating me. "What?" My husband shouted as if he hadn't heard me. "Dick! Big dildo!" My husband's speed increased, I knew he was going to have sex, he would fill my vagina with lots of semen, flood it. An orgasm overwhelmed me, and there was still a thick, hard dildo dangling in front of my eyes, I shouted, "It's a big dildo, such a big dildo! Fuck me, I want a big dildo to fuck me..." In daily life, or in my mind, I think I am a conservative woman. Actually, I guess most women are like me, having their own cute nicknames for men or their own body parts. For example, I like to call my husband's penis "bangbang"... Oh! When it's soft, I call it "bird." Occasionally, when I'm out, like in the market, if I hear someone swearing, I immediately feel extremely uncomfortable. I think this is a constraint imposed on women by their upbringing! My husband led me into this world of lewd talk. At first, I refused, but later I reluctantly learned. At first, I got worse and worse, having to think about what to say while making love, to the point where I didn't even know where to put my legs. Until one time, my husband brought me to the point of ecstasy, and while he was excited, he told me to shout. Suddenly, without thinking, those lewd words naturally flowed out... Really! When you shout those taboos out loud without restraint, all the rules disappear. But unless my husband calls me, commands me, and I happen to be in the throes of impending climax, I wouldn't normally think of these kinds of inappropriate phrases, even during sex. I'm writing this now just to record the situation… But right now, as I type, I'm truly immersed in the moment, indulging myself through these words, feeling that uninhibited, liberating pleasure. My husband pulled out at the last second, his thick, hot semen shooting onto my back like a rocket… I was so disappointed. He knew I usually take birth control pills, those pills that give me headaches and make me nauseous, all because I loved him ejaculating inside me, filling me with love. I collapsed, panting, feeling my husband gently wiping me with a tissue, tenderly. That man's penis—no! His thick, hard penis was right in front of me, still erect… Although I was tired, I didn't feel satisfied, a void lingering between my legs after my husband's departure. I think I've truly let go. Relying on my husband's love, I dare to do anything, and most importantly, my husband likes me to be this wanton. He wants me to discard all shame and enjoy everything I can grasp at this moment. I reached out and started touching it, just gently caressing it, not intentionally, but this hard, big rod just happened to be right in front of me. I hadn't paid much attention before, but now I noticed that it was really different from my husband's, though different, it was equally adorable. Its back was slightly thicker, especially the inverted triangular cone-shaped glans, which was particularly fun, like a sharp spear that could pierce one's heart. I don't know where the strength came from, but I slightly propped myself up, tilted my head back, and leaned forward to kiss his glans! I didn't really dare to suck it, just used my tongue to circle around his glans, gently touching it. At this moment, I felt his glans twitch twice on my tongue, like an independent little life... It was so beautiful, the most beautiful part of a man is this. I couldn't help but take it all into my mouth, feeling it throbbing in my mouth, that most beautiful, most beautiful glans seemed to grow even larger. My husband lay beside me, watching me with a smile. I knew he wanted to watch me eat, and the flames of desire that had just died down reignited in his eyes. So I ate even more enthusiastically, stuffing the whole thing into my mouth, pulling it out, and then putting it back in. Sometimes I held it in my hand, punishing the unruly glans with my tongue, watching it swell to its limit, anticipating its bursting open and releasing millions of seeds. My husband reached out and touched my bare shoulder, panting, sighing, and groaning. "Do you like it?" my husband asked softly. I couldn't answer with my mouth full, yet I didn't want to spit it out, so I could only nod while still holding it in, shouting in my heart, "I like it so much! I like it so much!" His testicles were so soft; I could feel what was inside that fleshy sac—that was what I wanted, the source of a man's allure. Everything before me was gnawing at me, and my heart was so itchy, so very itchy. "Do you want to fuck him? I want you to fuck him, fuck him to death!" My husband breathed into my ear, his warm breath driving me crazy, starting from my genitals. I wanted it, of course I wanted it, I wanted to use my own pussy to fuck this incredibly thick cock to death! Fuck this unruly cock to death. I spat out the cock, pushed him down, I couldn't wait a second longer, that empty feeling in my pussy needed to be filled with a cock, and then I couldn't wait to ride on him... I first grabbed that throbbing cock, looked at my husband, and my husband was smiling at me, I sat down. This time the cock didn't have a condom, because my mind was blank except for that big cock. So full, really so full, it felt like the thickest and biggest cock in the world was about to pierce into my stomach. I screamed, wildly moving up and down, using the last bit of strength I had left. I lifted my hips, and then slammed them down, each time hitting me deep inside, slamming into my chest. I never knew sex could feel so good. I loved it so much, I wished the world would stop right then and there, I wished the end of the world would come... Then the climax surged from my lower body and knocked me down. I lay on top of him, panting, panting uncontrollably... It was so wet, I was practically sitting on a huge puddle of sticky love juice and semen, my pubic hair mingling with his. His limp penis slid out of my wetness, and although I wanted to grab it back, I was already satisfied, I couldn't take any more, any more and I would die instantly. I was trembling, the uncontrollable tide surging inside me, I couldn't stop shaking. I dragged myself forward and kissed him, cupping his face and exploring the soul of this stranger, I found myself completely captivated by his penis. The tongue that had just licked my pussy was now burrowing in my mouth, like a little snake. I hugged him tightly, wanting to bury myself completely in his body, in his broad chest, I wanted to curl up in his arms and never leave. He didn't let me go. He swept me up around the waist and laid me flat on my back. In front of him, I felt as helpless as a straw. I spread my legs wide, as wide as I knew.The ultimate limit, wait, wait for him to come and fuck me with that big stick, to fuck me to death. I screamed when he entered me, I screamed! Oh! I thrust my ass towards him, the sound of our bodies colliding almost drowning out the whole room. I wanted him to fuck me, to fuck me hard, without any mercy. He kept thrusting into me, grabbing my legs, exposing my entire lower body. I liked it, I wanted to give him my most precious place, to let him see it clearly. My pussy was right there, he could do whatever he wanted with it, I just wanted him to fuck me hard. He thrust so hard, I only knew that I was constantly swaying my upper body from side to side, I wanted freedom, I wanted that freedom I had never had before. I thought the sex had reached its limit, but it hadn't, another orgasm came, again and again. I screamed, "Fuck me, I beg you!" This was the only plea I could make, and the only thing I wanted. Then he sped up, his entire penis seemingly inside me, and I felt his rod throb inside me. I knew he had ejaculated, all of it inside me. I grabbed his neck, wanting him to press down on me, wanting his semen to melt inside me, to let his raging torrent surge within me. He leaned against the headboard, and I sat in his lap, still playing with my adorable penis. My husband sat opposite us… We were tired, everyone was tired, and it was all over. We were smiling at each other. “Jealous?” I asked my husband, looking into his eyes, as I sat on him. “Look at him, I really like him, I like having him inside me.” “No!” My husband’s smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. “I want you to be happy, to be crazy, to have everything. Otherwise, why did you marry me?” His erection returned. I turned around, kissed him, and then lifted my hips, hugging his strong neck. I half-squatted, my soaking wet vagina holding that hard glans in my mouth. My love juices started flowing again, flowing through my heart. That glans was throbbing inside me. I turned to my husband and asked, "So, how about this?" My husband smiled and nodded... I suddenly sat down, letting the entire penis penetrate me. I paused for a while, until I controlled my emotions. I slowly leaned back into my husband's arms and said, "My vagina is stuffed with someone else's big penis! It's so big, my vagina is so itchy, I want him to fuck me, let his big penis be inside my vagina for you to see, okay... Will you kiss me? I want you to kiss me!" His penis was inside, so deep, and I almost frowned as I said this. "I like it when someone else fucks you, just because you like it!" My husband kissed me, and I lay in my husband's arms, my legs on that man's shoulders, watching his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina with my husband. My husband was outside alone, and the masseur was in the bathroom with me. He was carefully washing every inch of my skin with the showerhead. As he knelt on the floor, touching my thighs, a pang of sadness rose within me… It was time to part ways; he was leaving. I helped him up, groping his body, trying to find something to hold onto as a memento. His penis pressed against my lower abdomen, so warm and hard. I knelt on the floor, sucking on his penis, swallowing it as far as it went, the shower water spraying down my back. The bathroom was separated by frosted glass; though not transparent, one could probably see shadows inside… Perhaps my husband knew what I was doing, perhaps not, but this was my first affair. It was true; I really wanted to make love to him alone, in the most private setting, without anyone disturbing us. “Just one more time, please? Just one more time!” I pleaded, looking up at him. He lifted me up, suspending me in mid-air, his entire penis inside me. My legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I should have felt fear, but I didn't. I just leaned on his broad shoulder… and then I cried. I didn't make a sound, silently enduring the pleasure, enduring the end of an extraordinary encounter, reaching climax almost immediately. It was ridiculous, but I truly believed I could make him remember me this way, this ordinary woman who had once clung to him. As he took the money and was about to leave, I asked for his contact information, then took out a pen and said I wanted to write his phone number on my thigh. So I lifted my skirt, revealing the thigh he had just touched. After he left, my husband and I did it again. I quietly told my husband that I had arranged for my sister to pick up our son, so we could stay there as long as we wanted. In fact, we didn't leave the hotel until the next day, and I've forgotten how many times we came that day. Afterwards, I went to see the masseur separately a few more times. I still felt itchy where I wanted to be itchy, and I was still aroused where I wanted to be aroused. I arched my back and let him caress me. I felt that this person was not only stronger than my husband, but also more agile in licking my genitals, and more patient in caressing me. Many of his delicate touches moved me, and I felt happiness during each orgasm.We could stay there as long as we wanted. In fact, we didn't leave the hotel until the next day, and I've forgotten how many times we came that day. Afterwards, I went to see that masseur separately a few more times. I still felt itchy in the places that were supposed to be itchy, and I was still aroused in the places that were supposed to be aroused. I still arched my back and let him caress me. I felt that this man was not only stronger than my husband, but his tongue was also more skillful when licking my genitals, and he was more patient when caressing me. Many of his delicate touches moved me, and I felt happiness in each and every orgasm.We could stay there as long as we wanted. In fact, we didn't leave the hotel until the next day, and I've forgotten how many times we came that day. Afterwards, I went to see that masseur separately a few more times. I still felt itchy in the places that were supposed to be itchy, and I was still aroused in the places that were supposed to be aroused. I still arched my back and let him caress me. I felt that this man was not only stronger than my husband, but his tongue was also more skillful when licking my genitals, and he was more patient when caressing me. Many of his delicate touches moved me, and I felt happiness in each and every orgasm.

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