Queen's Making Diary 2

The Making of a Queen - Part 2:
My First Experience with 69, and the place I read the most was, of course, the blog! It was full of articles about threesomes. Reading them got my blood pumping, but it was just something to get excited about, a kind of spice. But when I had sex with my husband, he would ask me if I wanted two men to have sex with me, and I would shake my head. Then he would speed up, fucking me until I was only experiencing physical pleasure, my mind completely blank. Then he would keep pressing me to tell the truth about whether I wanted it, until I said yes. Then he would make me imagine a threesome scene. I really wanted to say, "Honey, you're such a bad guy!"
Next, he actually started looking for suitable men for me, asking what type I liked. After a while, he gave me a QQ number and told me to chat whenever I had time. Actually, I was disgusted at that time. For a while, I felt he didn't love me anymore. Until I met this guy, I was willing to chat with him because he lived in the city where I studied. Chatting with him was very easy; he said my husband loved me very much and just wanted me to be happy. Otherwise, why would he do that?
Okay, and then I slowly started to accept it, chatting with men from different professions. It started with video sex. It was with a college student. My husband had me sit in front of the computer. I was only wearing a white bathrobe, revealing my smooth shoulders and sexy collarbone, my breasts half-exposed. The guy complimented me on my looks and asked if I wanted to see his penis. I could tell it was in a dorm, and I was shocked. Then, because I was typing, my bathrobe started to slowly slide down (actually, watching that big penis being manipulated, the little devil inside me awakened), revealing my nipples. My fingers unconsciously flicked at them. Then my husband appeared, hugging me from behind, gently kissing my neck, lifting me up, and French kissing me. Then I sat on him, and he masturbated me. He zoomed in with the camera, showing my vagina to him. *** was overflowing, and I could see tiny bubbles. I felt uncomfortable. I gripped the computer desk with both hands, raised my buttocks, and my husband penetrated me from behind. Oh, his penis was right in front of me! I moaned continuously, sticking out my small tongue to lick my lips and that unfamiliar penis. I lost all shyness; all I wanted was to seduce these two men. My husband was exceptionally vigorous that day, his fiery penis reaching straight to my core, thrusting repeatedly. My moans grew louder, and he started spanking my buttocks, occasionally kneading my nipples. The two men's penises, the constant physical and verbal teasing, finally brought me to orgasm during my husband's next thrust.
It was a visual stimulation, a primal bodily reaction, a complete surrender to primal desire. Unfortunately, afterwards, I retreated back into my traditional world of morality and personal values.
The only progress was starting to exchange photos with my brother. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Because I felt he was quite knowledgeable about babies. Receiving praise made me impulsive. Okay, I'm easily hooked.
Oh, finally, I'm writing about my brother.

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