A crazy night of "sleeping together without changing partners" after the apocalypse.

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A week has passed, but the lewd and stimulating images keep replaying in my mind, and my husband feels the same way. He asked me to write a memoir, and while writing it, I realized that although I'm a graduate student, my writing skills are not something to be proud of, especially since it was my first time writing this kind of article. Fortunately, with my husband's revisions, the final draft was released for everyone to see, hehe.

I'm 31 years old this year, petite and delicate, pitifully only 156cm tall, and my weight has always been maintained between 90-95kg. Fortunately, my female characteristics are still pretty good. In my husband's words, I have broad shoulders, a small waist, and a big butt. It would be perfect if my waist and legs were a little longer. My husband has been doing my threesome for several years now. At first, I thought he was crazy, but later I understood that he might really be doing it for my own good. But I've always felt that my husband is good enough and doesn't need any extra stimulation. This year, my husband took me to a few couples' dating forums, and I would occasionally look at the stories and photos there, but I never thought that these things would actually happen to me. At the end of the year, my husband and I are going to Phuket. I promised him that we would have a SPA with the opposite sex, and I agreed to take off my clothes in front of other men and be half-naked on the beach. But I think that's abroad, where we won't run into acquaintances or cause trouble. In China, at most, I can only accept traditional Chinese medicine massage with the opposite sex. Although I have fantasized about threesomes and swapping, I really can't do it. I can't accept it because of all the considerations.

However, the Mayan doomsday prophecy changed everything... On December 20, 2012, amidst various doomsday promotions and events, my husband suddenly asked me again:

"Honey, tomorrow is the end of the world. How about I find a single man for a threesome with you? If it really happens, we won't do it. If it doesn't, we'll try it."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Sure, let's find a couple. You haven't slept with any other woman in all these years we've been married. You lewd guy, I want to see how you do it with other women. You always say you love me, but I'll let you do something to betray me in front of me, humph!"

My husband immediately said, "Honey, you want to see me sleep with other women? Forget it, you'll get jealous. Besides, I just feel like I can't satisfy you alone, and I can't give you a sandwich experience, so I wanted to find a man."

I got angry: "You actually did it? You really want me to be jealous?!" My husband quickly came over to comfort me, saying he was doing it for my own good. Hehe, I love seeing my husband like that. After my anger subsided, seeing my husband's obedient demeanor made me feel truly happy.

Since having a child, we only let the baby sleep with my mother-in-law on Friday nights. Our reason is that we've been busy all week and need a night's rest, but more importantly, we want to be able to make love without the baby's interference. Thinking about making love with my husband again tomorrow night, I suggested we stop staying at home. If the world doesn't end, we'll have a good time. My husband was happy to hear that. Then my teasing curiosity kicked in again, so I told my husband to find a couple. The conditions were that they hadn't contacted each other before, they had to be a married couple, around our age, and also a virgin. They had to bring their ID cards and marriage certificates to prove they were indeed a couple. They also had to contact each other now through online forums. If we found someone, we couldn't exchange phone numbers or show photos. We'd arrange a meeting place. If they agreed, we'd see if we could actually meet. If we were destined to meet, we'd see if we were satisfied with each other. If we were, we could try having sex without switching partners.

I thought to myself that this was putting my husband in a really tough spot. I'd seen that most of the people on the forum were single men; couples were either very experienced, or their first time was often difficult. Besides, even if we could connect with a couple, they'd probably think it was fake and wouldn't agree to meet up without exchanging phone numbers. After coming up with an idea, my husband wasn't too desperate. He said, "Okay, let's go to a sauna tomorrow night. If we can't get a match, I can find you a male massage therapist, but you have to get an oil massage and be naked." I readily agreed and started dreaming about my first full-body oil massage on this apocalyptic night.

Then my husband and I went to the forum, browsing posts and looking for people. We searched for members based on the following criteria: couples, located in Beijing (because it's impossible for someone from out of town to come temporarily), aged 25-35. If we saw someone online with a QQ number, and their height seemed similar to ours, my husband would add them on QQ. The conditions for accepting were: apocalyptic rebirth, and no switching partners. I got accepted quickly, but after chatting, they were mostly single men or asking for photos. Half an hour later, I got bored. My husband hugged me and said, "Tomorrow we absolutely have to take our clothes off and get an oil massage!"

Just then, QQ sent another system message with a dolphin flashing – someone had accepted my request.

"Hello,"

my husband said. "Hello."

"This is our first time. Have you had any experience?"

My husband replied, "It's our first time too, so we want to have sex without switching partners."

"We also want to have sex without switching partners first, but we don't want to show you photos first. Will you still go?"

My husband said, "We don't want to give you photos first, and we don't want to exchange phone numbers. Will you still go?" My husband looked at me, and I felt my heart race.

"Sure, if we decide not to go at the last minute and make you wait, don't blame us."

Husband: "No problem, let's arrange a place. We want to go to a sauna, we can meet at the buffet restaurant, and if it's not suitable, we'll just say goodbye. What do you guys think?"

"Okay, let's go to a bathhouse."

Husband: "Great, how about the XXX Club near Lianxiang Bridge? Let's meet at the buffet restaurant, and if we're satisfied, we can go to a hotel." My husband looked at me again, and I felt a little hot.

"Sure, I know that place, it's brightly lit at night. I've never been inside, is it expensive?"

Husband: "I called and asked. I went there a few years ago. We are male 34, 174/74, female 31, 156/94. What about you?"

"Male 30, 175/72, female 29, 160/98." My husband looked at me again and asked if I was satisfied. I said, "We're not changing, what's there to be satisfied or not satisfied with?" My husband said, "I need to see their bodies, are you satisfied with their height and weight?" I said, "What's the use? I also need to see their looks."

Husband: "Okay, see you tomorrow then. Also, to prove we're husband and wife, remember to bring your marriage certificate."

"No problem, see you tomorrow!"

Husband: "Okay, we should be at the buffet around 7 pm."

"Okay, if you can't find it when we get there, contact me via QQ. We're logging off now, bye."

Husband: "Okay, bye."

... My husband looked at me and said, "Honey, are we going again?" "Why not? If we go and don't want to, we can just ignore them and go to sleep!" But I couldn't fall asleep for a long time that night.

The Mayan prophecy was ultimately proven to be just a legend, but our first experience of couples meeting was gradually unfolding. All day at work, I kept thinking about whether or not we should meet, but I always felt that the other person wasn't serious. And to prevent my husband from continuing to communicate via QQ, I changed the password for this special QQ account, but after a whole day, the other person didn't say anything.

After work, I took the company shuttle bus. When the shuttle bus arrived, my husband had already driven to pick me up. After getting in the car, my husband first asked if I had chatted on QQ again. I said that the other person hadn't said anything all day, so I guessed it wasn't serious. My husband wasn't disappointed and said that was perfect timing for me to get an oil massage, hehe. We arrived at the XXX Business Club quickly. My husband and I changed into slippers, got the keys, and went to the men's and women's shower areas separately. While showering, I wondered if the other person would actually come. While washing my genitals, I started masturbating. Hehe, after washing my genitals very carefully, I thought that I might have a man give me a full-body oil massage later. My husband had said that the masseuse might insert his fingers into my anus during the oil massage, so I also used my fingers with shower gel to carefully wash my anus. While showering, I also looked for women who were about 160cm tall, weighed over 90 pounds, and were 28 or 29 years old. I saw several, but I felt that they were not the other person.

When I was changing into my yukata, the waiter handed me disposable paper underwear, but I didn't wear it. My husband insisted, saying that way the masseuse would know what was going on when she took off my pants. Just thinking about it made me excited, so I went to the buffet restaurant wearing only my yukata, without anything underneath. Since it was my first time there, the buffet felt very luxurious. There was even a handsome guy playing the piano. My husband had already arrived and found a seat towards the back. After we sat down, he asked me to check if the other person was online on QQ. I took out my phone and checked—no. We started eating, trying all the delicious food until we were about 80% full. Then we got some fruit and sat down. It was crowded, and it was already 8 pm. My husband said he'd go book an oil massage first, and I said okay. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I took it out and felt a surge of excitement and nervousness—the other person was online.

"We're here! Are you here yet?"

I showed my phone to my husband, my hands trembling so much I could barely type. My husband took the phone and said he'd come.

My husband typed, "We're almost finished eating. We thought you weren't coming since you hadn't been online." He didn't send it immediately, but asked for my opinion first. "Should we send it like this?" I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. He pressed send.

We nervously waited for a reply on QQ. "Really? We're finished eating too. We've been looking for you guys for ages, but there are so many people, I can't tell, haha," came the message.

My husband and I looked at each other, then looked around. He said, "Don't move, you'll give us away." I was so excited; my heart was pounding. My husband asked for my opinion, and I said, "Whatever you say." He asked, "So, are you going to meet them?" I still said, "Whatever you say." Actually, I was more curious to see what kind of people they were. My husband said, "Okay, let's look for them." He looked up and slowly searched, and I did the same. We were looking for a table with one man and one woman. This couple? This couple? Finally, we spotted a couple nearby, a man and a woman, staring at their phones on the table, glancing around every now and then. Afraid of making eye contact, I looked away at the watermelon on the table and said to my husband, "Maybe it's that couple?" He glanced over furtively and said, "If it really is them, they're quite good-looking, don't you think?" I looked up again, and this time my eyes met the woman's. Startled, I quickly looked down, but she also avoided my gaze. My husband said it seemed to be them; they probably recognized us too. Just then,

another QQ message popped up: "Is it you?"

We looked at our phones, and when we looked at them again, all four of us made eye contact. My husband took my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, don't look like cowards." Seeing that the two of them were holding hands, he said, "Let's be proactive and go over." I said no. The two of them were talking to each other, probably discussing whether to come over. Then the woman waved to us, and the man waved back. My husband asked, "What should we do? Should we acknowledge them?" I said I'd listen to you, and my husband waved to them too. Then the two of them stood up, held hands, and walked over to our table. The woman seemed a little embarrassed and stepped back slightly.

From now on, I'll refer to the man as M and the woman as W.

M spoke first: "Hello, my wife and I were guessing it was you, but you were just eating and not looking around, so we thought it wasn't you. Turns out it really is you."

My husband had them sit down at a four-person table, the two men facing each other, and the two women facing each other. I secretly observed the woman; she was fairer than me, had medium-length hair, and was quite pretty. After our eyes met, she smiled at me, and I thought I shouldn't seem too shy, so I smiled back.

Then my husband spoke: "So, are you satisfied with us? Hehe." This guy got straight to the point.

M said, "We're satisfied. If we weren't, we wouldn't have come. How do you treat us?"

My husband threw the topic to me, and I said, "I think it's pretty good, it's just..." I didn't know what to say next. M said, "We've always wanted to see what real people who want to play this kind of game are like. It doesn't necessarily have to be intimate. Chatting together is also nice. Anyway, my wife is already very excited, right, honey?"

W chimed in, "Go away, what are you talking about? I don't know which of you two suggested it, but I think he's crazy, always saying it's for my own good."

I quickly added, "Yeah, he (my husband) is like that too. Men are just crazy."

Then the four of us looked at each other and no one said anything. M said she was going to get some fruit, and my husband said he was going to get some drinks. Then it was just the two of us women left. I carefully observed her, and she carefully observed me.

W took the initiative again, asking me, "Do you really want a threesome?"

I quickly replied, "No, no, it's all because my husband told me."

She continued, "What's going on later? Like, sharing a room without swapping partners? But I'd be quite interested to see you two having sex."

"Ugh, I'd be happy to watch you two too," I answered, and then we smiled at each other.

The two men returned one after the other, discussing their next move—whether to book a room together. They said they had no objections and asked us. My husband said to listen to me, but I said he should decide. Finally, my husband suggested booking together, but preferably a two-room suite, and asked if they had any. We asked the staff, and they said they had such suites, though they were a bit pricey, and that we'd split the cost equally. At this point, W took out our marriage certificate from her small bag to show us. We'd all forgotten about it, so we just showed them our ID cards and checked that our home addresses matched. So the four of us went to the room. It was very luxurious, befitting a five-star spa. Both bedrooms had large beds, the living room was spacious with a large sofa, and the bathroom was also large with a bathtub. The four of us sat together on the large sofa, each holding one side, the two women on the inside and the two men on the outside. Suddenly, I realized I wouldn't be getting an oil massage today; something even more exciting might happen… After watching TV for about half an hour, I couldn't even remember what we were watching. None of us spoke. My husband gently held me, his fingers occasionally lightly pressing my nipples; I felt quite wet down there. Then W went to the bathroom, and I went too when I came back. Inside, I noticed the bathroom glass was transparent, with a curtain outside—thankfully, it was drawn. After urinating, I washed my genitals with warm water. When I came out, the three of them were still the same as before, so I sat back down in my husband's lap.

At that moment, I wondered if someone would suggest playing a card game or stripping, like in novels, and then I wondered why I even had such a thought.

Finally, M spoke to us, saying, "We brought a box of condoms, did you bring any?" My husband quickly replied, "Yes, Okamoto. We brought a box too, just in case you forgot, haha." M and W looked at each other and laughed, saying, "Really? We're Okamoto too, we're on the same wavelength!" W continued, "What's wrong with you? Everyone says to boycott Japanese goods, but you still insist on using small ones." M said, "After trying them all, Okamoto is still the most comfortable, right, buddy?" My husband replied, "Yeah, ever since we used Okamoto, Jissbon feels too thick." The two of us women gave them disdainful looks.

M continued, "Should we stay in the living room or go back to our respective rooms? Or should we go to the big bed first? Or should you do it first and we watch? Haha."

My husband looked at me and asked what I thought, and I replied that I'd go with whatever he wanted. My husband said, "How about we go back to our respective rooms first? We can leave the door open so we can hear each other, and whoever is more proactive can go to the door to watch." I didn't expect my husband's suggestion to be so conservative.

M said, "Okay, wife, what do you think?"

W said, "I knew you guys were only good at home. You're all so timid and hesitant outside."

I quickly asked them, "Do you usually call each other 'wife' at home?"

W said, "Yes, I call him 'husband,' haha. What do you call each other at home?"

My wife said, "We call each other 'darling.'"

At this moment, W stood up, walked to the table, and asked everyone, "How about a bottle of wine? To liven things up?" The suggestion was immediately agreed upon by all three of us. After making a phone call to order a bottle of wine, she sat back down.

My husband stood up, looked at the two room doors, and said, "Looks like these rooms are designed for couples who don't switch rooms. The two rooms are diagonally opposite each other; you can see from one bed to the other." Sigh, my husband really is… The doorbell rang, and W immediately got up to open the door. A waiter brought a bottle of wine. W asked the waiter to open it, and the waiter left. Four wine glasses were on the table. W poured two half glasses, then turned back with one in each hand. I thought she would give the glasses to her husband, but unexpectedly, she walked towards us. My heart skipped a beat.

W handed me the glass and said, "Come on, sister, let's have a drink." I felt embarrassed to refuse, and being a little excited myself, I said, "Okay." We lightly clinked glasses, glanced at each other, and drank. After the glass of wine, I felt a slight coolness, but my skin felt a little warm. W turned around and brought the wine over, saying, "Another glass, please." She poured me half a glass, and then poured herself half a glass. After putting down the bottle, she said to me, "Cheers!" I echoed, "Cheers!" We clinked glasses, and just as I was about to drink, she stopped me. Then she put her arm around mine and said, "Sister, let's have a toast together!" This excited me again, and we ended up drinking it down arm in arm. After drinking that glass, I felt my skin getting warmer.

W took the glass from my hand, put both glasses back on the table, and sat half-sitting on the table with her legs crossed, saying to us, "I think you two men are both so pathetic. Neither of you takes the initiative. At home, you keep asking for this and that. When it comes to real occasions, you're doomed. Don't you think so, sister?"

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, or perhaps feeling it was just a matter of letting things happen naturally, I agreed, saying, "That's right! It only works at home."

W took two steps closer to me, suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck, and said emotionally, "Sister, forget about them, since we're here, I want to go a little crazy, okay?"

I didn't know what she meant by "crazy," but I felt a little moved. I looked into her eyes and replied, "Okay."

Suddenly, she walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. I couldn't decide whether to pull away or accept, but in the end, I accepted. Soon, our tongues intertwined, and we kissed passionately with our eyes closed for several minutes. Later, while kissing her hands, she touched my body, and I unconsciously, perhaps even actively, touched her. I wondered, what's wrong with me? Is this the scene I wanted?

After we separated, we looked at each other, our faces flushed. She glanced back at M, and I glanced at my husband. The two men were stunned by the scene, sitting there watching our performance.

After staring at me for a second, W, as if gritting her teeth, pulled her hands back from my neck and removed her nightgown top, revealing her firm breasts. Before I could react, her hands moved under my shirt and pulled it down as well. Involuntarily, I clutched my breasts. Suddenly, she grabbed my pants and squatted down, exposing me completely naked to everyone. This was something I hadn't expected at all; I was the first of the four to be naked. A mix of shyness and excitement washed over me. Since it was already like this, I lifted my legs and pulled my pants off completely. Now I was facing W and M, with my husband slightly behind me. Good heavens, I was completely naked, my genitals exposed to them. Was there any need to hide my breasts?

W then sat back down in the middle of the sofa and raised her legs towards me. I understood her meaning and pulled her legs down by the crotch, stripping her naked too. At this point, the two men on either side of the sofa were still fully dressed in the pajamas provided by the bathhouse, while the two women were completely naked. W stood up again and kissed me. We kissed and touched each other, our backs, breasts, shoulders, buttocks, inner thighs... just like that, touching each other. Suddenly, she pushed me down onto the sofa, straddled me, and started kissing me from top to bottom, from my mouth to my neck, from my neck to my chest, then my breasts, my navel, my lower abdomen, and then she touched my pubic hair. Then she squatted down in front of the sofa, spread my legs, and began to lick my clitoris and labia with her tongue, just like my husband does when he gives me oral sex, occasionally sticking her tongue inside.

My body quickly became hot. Usually, whenever my husband gives me oral sex, my legs would unconsciously open and close, and this time was no exception. One moment I wanted to open them wider, and the next I felt it was too stimulating and wanted to close them. My hands wanted to touch my breasts hard one moment, and then stretch them back as far as possible the next. I closed my eyes, thinking, "How did it happen so quickly? Why didn't I object? Is this what I secretly wanted?"

Suddenly, she began to attack my clitoris with all her might, waves of pleasure washing over me. Unlike my husband, her tongue was sharper. I didn't dare look at the two men beside me. I wanted to attack W, but this passive enjoyment felt so good. I hoped she would continue. W mounted me again, kissing me with her mouth covered in my fluids, asking, "Is it good, sister? Is it as good as your husband's?" I opened my eyes and looked at her, saying, "It's so good, keep going." "Keep going" is something I often say to my husband, and I didn't expect to say it out loud. Upon hearing this, W put her left fingers in her mouth, moistened them with saliva, and then inserted her index and middle fingers together. Her right hand went around my back and hugged me tightly, while her mouth kept kissing my mouth and ears. Under this stimulation, I quickly felt pleasure in my genitals. Was I about to climax? I wanted to control myself, but I also wanted to release myself. "Yes, release it, don't think about it anymore," I finally groaned loudly, the room filled with my lewd cries. I opened my eyes and looked at my husband; one of his hands was already in his pants. I glanced at M, and like my husband, one of her hands was also in her pants. At that moment, I really craved a penis to enter my body, whether it was my husband's or M's.

W seemed to read my mind. She slowly withdrew her fingers and gently massaged my genitals, saying to them, "Which of you men will go first?" Oh, so now only the "man" and "woman" were left in the room. After hearing W's words, M, without waiting for my husband's consent, stood up and said, "I'll go." M took two steps to me, and W, as if pulling down my pants, squatted down and pulled off M's pants. His penis sprang out. W grasped it and sucked on it a few times before saying, "Go ahead." M spread my legs with both hands, and with his left hand, he guided his penis into my vagina. Because it was already very wet, there was no resistance at all, and a feeling of fullness washed over me. I excitedly exclaimed, "Oh!" With a soft moan, M grabbed my heels with both hands, forcefully spreading my legs and thrusting rapidly. I cried out, "Ah, ah!" When I opened my eyes again, I saw W had taken off her husband's shirt from behind. I looked at my husband next to me; he was closer, his eyes wide as he stared at what was in front of him. Perhaps this was the sensory stimulation of a threesome he wanted. Whatever, he had said so many times that he wanted me to experience it, and it was too late to say anything now… My husband ultimately decided not to post the rest of the story on the forum. In short, from that night until the next morning, the two men each ejaculated five times, and I enjoyed it a total of six times, all without using a condom. Our "unchanged sex" on our doomsday night was truly insane!

Unexpectedly, my memoir received unanimous praise, which only fueled our excitement. Since the post was published, my husband has been checking the forum every few days to see if there are any comments, and I sometimes secretly check it myself, which has added a lot of extra fun to our relationship. I've been getting a lot of QQ friend requests lately. My husband and I want to take some time to prepare for our Spring Festival holiday, so we haven't been paying much attention to the new friends we've added. Please forgive us.

Many friends were disappointed that I didn't publish the second half last time. The main reason for not publishing it was that the second half contained detailed descriptions of the exchange, which I felt I couldn't write well—my writing style certainly isn't as good as those classic erotic novelists—and my husband thought it was too lewd and might get censored. Now, seeing everyone's positive feedback, after discussing it with my husband, we decided to rewrite it and publish it to share our crazy night of the

apocalypse with everyone. My husband's requirement was that it be erotic but not obscene, haha, another high standard for my writing. This time, I'll share it from a different perspective, focusing not on the detailed scenes of that day, but on my psychological feelings at the time. Now, please follow my feelings and return to that crazy night of rebirth, from the moment M entered my body… I was already aroused to the peak by W's teasing, eagerly anticipating a joyful lovemaking session. Because I'm nearsighted with a prescription of 600 degrees, and W had already taken off his glasses, I could only make out the outlines of the three of them; the details were actually unclear. I still didn't dare open my eyes, occasionally squinting to feel their presence. My whole body felt incredibly hot. Was I more excited or more shy? I still can't answer that, but the feeling was wonderful and strange—a feeling one needs in life.

When W pulled his finger out of my vagina and asked who would go first, my heart and vagina both tingled with excitement. I didn't open my eyes, but lay on the sofa, legs spread apart, waiting, wondering if it was my husband or M. I really didn't know. One second I hoped it was my husband, the next I hoped it was M. I secretly squinted slightly and saw M standing in front of me, W sucking on his penis, so I couldn't see its size. My legs were spread, my genitals completely exposed to M. I didn't feel shy, but rather excited. I turned my head slightly to the left; my husband had already put his hand in his pants. I wanted to call him over to fuck me, but I also wanted M's penis to enter immediately.

Then I heard a "smack," probably W slapping M's buttocks, and at the same time I heard W say, "Go." I felt my legs being pulled down and spread apart, then my waist was grabbed and the angle adjusted. Immediately afterwards, a penis was inserted, completely different from the feeling of W's fingers before. It completely filled my vagina, hard, warm, and slippery. I don't know if it was W's saliva or my own secretions that were more, but I think after a few rounds of thrusting, my own secretions must have been more. After more than ten rounds, I felt an even greater heat throughout my body. My eyes were tightly closed when M wrapped his arms around my back, holding my shoulders and pressing them against my body as he began to thrust rapidly. I couldn't help but spread my legs apart, then felt it was too deep and wanted to close them again, then wanted to spread them apart comfortably. I kept changing positions, trying to adjust my posture so that he could penetrate deeper. M's speed increased, and I could no longer control myself and cried out loudly, "Ah, oh!" I hugged M tightly with both arms, bent my legs, and pounded my feet against M's buttocks in rhythm with his movements, hoping that he could penetrate deeper each time.

The feeling of climax was approaching. Ever since experiencing my first climax, I've actively sought out this erogenous zone during sex with my husband, and this time was no exception. M suddenly pulled his hands out from under me and pressed them against my breasts. I don't really like this; it feels like being tortured, so my husband rarely does this anymore. But at this moment, I couldn't break free from M, and I didn't want to, for fear of losing this pleasure. I opened my eyes again and saw W take off M's shirt from behind. This man was completely naked now. I glanced at my husband next to me; he was already beside me, staring wide-eyed at everything happening before him. Maybe this was the sensory stimulation of a threesome he wanted. Whatever, he'd said so many times that he wanted me to experience it, and now it was too late to say anything.

I closed my eyes again, savoring the moment, when suddenly I felt M tremble slightly and slow down. Based on my years of experience with my husband, I knew this man was aroused. I didn't want to stop this feeling, so I hugged M's waist tightly and my genitals responded slightly, saying, "Don't stop, keep going!" M seemed to hesitate. I knew he wasn't wearing a condom, and perhaps he was hesitating about that. Since I got pregnant, I hadn't let my husband penetrate me. At most, I'd let him enjoy himself a few times without a condom before asking him to wear one. But today, I wanted to be even more wild, so driven by desire, I said something against my principles: "Hurry, keep going, cum inside!" Hearing this, M seemed to be injected with an aphrodisiac and sped up wildly, his left hand reaching behind him... He hugged me tightly, his right hand reaching down to grab my buttocks. This position made our bodies intertwine tightly. M's mouth also came over and kissed me passionately. I stuck out my tongue and frantically responded. Finally, after one forceful thrust from M, he stopped. I could feel the throbbing of his penis inside me. Then, his penis quickly thrust a few more times before stopping and continuing to throb. Then, M's hands stopped holding me so tightly. I opened my eyes slightly and saw M gazing at me. M smiled slightly, and I smiled back at him. M lowered his head and kissed me, slowly withdrawing his now-soft penis from my body and turning to my right side. His left arm was still gently holding me, and his right hand gently traced from my breasts and navel to my genitals, cupping my clitoris and gently massaging it.

Suddenly, I felt all my shyness vanish. I reached for my glasses and put them on, carefully observing the people around me. To my right was M, who was snuggling against me. W was squatting between M's legs, sucking on the penis that had just withdrawn from me. Turning around, I saw my husband, whom I'd been with for five years. We exchanged a glance and stared at each other for a few seconds. I couldn't tell if he felt more bitterness or excitement. I was really worried he'd be angry, but I also wanted to tease him. "Honey, if I'm with another man, will you leave me?" I asked him obediently. Although he always said he wanted me to experience different men and even a threesome, seeing it happening right before my eyes must have been quite a shock. I quickly reached out and pulled him. He came over and gently kissed my lips before saying seriously, "Are you angry? I'll have to sleep with you for the rest of my life to feel better!" My husband is always so good to me. He readily agreed, saying, "Okay, I'll let you sleep with me for the rest of my life!"

After we finished talking, W suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, how loving! Do all men have a cuckold complex?" As she spoke, W walked over to my husband, bent down, and kissed him. At that moment, I felt incredibly conflicted. I had just been violated by another man in front of my husband, and he was still holding and touching me. Yet, seeing this naked woman kissing my husband, I desperately wanted him to stop and avoid her. But in the end, he didn't. W then mounted my husband and began to move her body. Although my husband was still dressed, this woman was completely naked.

W, while on top of my husband, pulled off his shirt from behind. Then, W knelt down and pulled down my husband's pants. Finally, all four of us were naked. W's right hand grasped the familiar penis, and then W looked up and asked her husband, "My lord, did you enjoy it just now?"

M smiled and said, "Yes." At this moment, M's right hand began to massage my genitals with increasing pressure, and her left hand also came from under me and grabbed my left breast.

W continued, "Then, sister, let me and your husband have some fun too, okay?" After saying this, W took my husband's penis into her mouth. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. Although I had imagined this scene before, and although it was only fair that my husband should have sex with W after just having sex with M, I couldn't control my impulse. I really couldn't control myself. M's hands were still massaging my two most sensitive areas, but the man who had just given me such a thrill now felt nothing to me. I couldn't help but cry, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

I took off my glasses and tried to wipe away my tears, not wanting to lose control, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, not wanting W and M to think I was a sore loser, not wanting my husband to think I only allowed myself to have sex with others… but I just couldn't control my emotions… Finally, a familiar feeling came from beside me. My husband came and leaned against me, and M also consciously left me and went to W's side. My husband used his usual way of comforting me, wiping away my tears with his forehead. I finally buried my face in his arms and cried out loud. He gently held me and patted my back. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and we pressed our foreheads together.

"Honey, don't cry. I saw you were so excited that I didn't stop you. I know I went beyond what you were allowed to do. I'm sorry," my husband comforted me.

"No, that was what I wanted too. I just felt bad for you and couldn't bear to see you like that with her. It's my fault," I wiped away my tears. I saw M and W snuggling together, watching us. I felt terrible for them and quickly said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Are you angry, sister? If you still want to do it with my husband, you can. I lost my temper just now." After saying that, I thought, what did I say? What will W and my husband think? Sigh.

Fortunately, they weren't affected by my outburst. W said with a grin, "Okay, sister, I wouldn't dare steal your husband. Look how much you've cried." As she spoke, W kissed M, "Sigh, looks like you've hit the jackpot today, getting to sleep with your sister," she said, kissing M as she spoke.

Seeing them being so affectionate made me feel a little better. I glanced at my husband and felt pathetic; I'd already been taken advantage of, and I was acting like this. My husband kissed me and said, "Honey, I really want to do you."

"Really? You're not angry anymore? I saw you looking really angry when you were watching me and M do it; I didn't dare look at you," I started to whine.

"No, I was just really excited. I didn't expect you to be so crazy with other men, you little slut." My husband started calling me "little slut" again; he often called me that when we made love at home.

"I was just seduced by them, sigh. I don't care about you anymore. I bet your heart is already with that pretty girl, isn't it?" I said, glancing at W.

"How could that be?" My husband kissed me again. "My heart will always be with you," he said, pinching my butt.

“Sigh, I can’t control you anymore. If you’re so eager to do it with someone else, go ahead and do it with someone else’s wife,” I said, grabbing my husband’s already erect penis.

At this moment, W spoke up, “Oh sister, I can’t do that anymore, don’t make you cry again. You can keep your husband for yourself. If you still want to use my husband, I won’t be stingy,” W said, kissing M. “Do you find it more enjoyable to do her or me?” W asked, holding M’s neck.

“Hmm, you two feel differently. You’re more horny,” M said, kissing W back.

Then my husband spoke to them, “Sorry, looks like I’ll have to do it with my wife again first, otherwise she probably won’t forgive me when she gets home.”

“No problem, we’ll watch!” W said.

As soon as W finished speaking, my husband suddenly pushed me down, wrapped his left arm around my back, and touched my face with his right hand, saying, "Little slut, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you in front of other people, do you want to?"

By this time, I had completely recovered from my earlier loss of composure, and the excitement and stimulation of desire once again took over my soul. "Yes! I want you to fuck me hard!" As soon as I finished speaking, my husband's passionate kiss came over. I loved my husband even more. I had just been raped by other men, but now my husband loved me so much. This kiss felt different from M's; it was full of desire and full of love.

My husband began to suckle my breasts frantically. I pushed my husband down, wanting him to give me oral sex. My husband knew my movements too well and immediately squatted down. I spread my legs apart, and unlike when I was with M, I kept my eyes open, watching my husband's movements. I loved this man in front of me so much, wishing that every piece of my flesh could be devoured by him. My husband's tongue was already stimulating my clitoris. I tried to spread my legs apart and used my hands to manipulate my labia. Oh my god, I saw white semen on it—it was M's. I felt a little embarrassed, thinking it was a bit much to let my husband swallow M's semen, but I also hoped he would lick away the fluid still sticking inside me. Suddenly, my husband looked up at me and said, "Honey, I'm going to ejaculate inside you in a bit." "Okay! Ejaculate inside!" I said, holding my husband's head and pressing it down again, hoping he wouldn't stop. When my husband lowered his head again, the stimulation was no longer coming from my clitoris, but from his broad tongue sweeping across my labia, occasionally inserting his tongue into my vagina to suck. I was so moved I almost cried, but this time the pleasure overcame the emotion. I excitedly squeezed my legs together, clamping them around my husband's neck. My husband licked my entire vulva with abandon, occasionally licking my anus.

Finally, my husband lifted his head, climbed on top of me, and kissed me. He likes this; he likes kissing me with his mouth covered in my love juices, and this time there was also M's semen... I didn't shy away from my husband because of the semen; instead, I hugged his neck and welcomed his passionate kiss. I wondered, is this the kind of excitement my husband has always talked about? It's definitely different from the excitement we usually experience when we make love. I'm so excited, so very excited.

My husband said, "Come on, let me fuck you from behind, darling."

"Okay!" I said, then rolled over, knelt down on the sofa with my butt sticking up, and turned my face towards W and M. They were excitedly watching our performance. My husband's right hand was on my waist, and his left hand was probably on his penis. I felt that fullness again. After a few rounds of thrusting, he started to thrust harder and faster, slapping my buttocks with both hands. The "slap, slap" sound drowned out my moans. I opened my eyes and turned on W and M. I was being fucked by my husband with my buttocks sticking out in front of them. At this moment, I didn't feel ashamed. It was as if I wanted to perform for them. My moans started to grow louder and louder. Because it was from behind, it always felt like it was going in very deep. I started to shout "Oh, oh!" loudly, with each thrust of my husband. My husband's speed increased, and my moans couldn't keep up with his rhythm. I saw that M's penis was fully erect again. When I was having sex with M earlier, I was so excited and nervous that I forgot what it felt like. I didn't know if it was his penis or my husband's.

Just then, my husband said, "I can't take it anymore, honey, it's too exciting, I can't control myself!"

"Cum inside me," I moaned, my words muffled, "Don't stop!" "

Is it good, honey?!" my husband asked, slapping my buttocks as he fucked me.

"Yes!

" "Who's better between us?!"

"My husband is better!"

"Then should we let him fuck you too?"

"Yes!" I answered as if it were a natural thing to do.

"We'll fuck you together later, okay?!"

"Okay!"

My husband suddenly stopped after one thrust, his body pressing against my back, his hands grabbing my breasts from behind. I could feel his penis throbbing. After a few more thrusts, he pressed against my buttocks again, grabbed my hair, and made me turn my head. As soon as I turned around, he kissed me.

"I love you, honey!" My husband hadn't said that during sex in a long time.

"Yes, I love you too, darling."

My husband slowly withdrew his penis from me, released my hair, and I lay back on the sofa, sticking my butt out and wiggling. My husband slapped me a few more times and then grabbed my buttocks and pulled them outwards forcefully. Then my husband leaned to the left, and I followed suit, lying on my side in his arms, facing W and M on the sofa. Unexpectedly, in about half an hour, I had sex with two men, and even cried a lot in between.

At this point, I no longer felt the shame I felt after having sex with M, nor the jealousy I felt when I saw W giving my husband oral sex. I proactively said to them, "Don't be a spectator, we're done performing, it's your turn."

W said, "Oh, sister, you've had your fun, trying out both men in a bit. Your sister still wants to have sex with your husband first, and you're still crying?"

Upon hearing this, I realized it was inevitable that I'd have to witness my husband having sex with this woman. I thought I shouldn't be so petty; since I was already here, and I didn't even know their names, I should let my husband have some fun too. So I turned to him and said, "Honey, you're something else! Look how much she's been eyeing you."

My husband quickly replied, "What can I do? You slept with her husband, she's upset."

This guy was actually shifting the blame onto me! I was both angry and thinking I should just let loose and have some fun. So I said to my husband, "Come on, you're going to fuck her to death today, don't embarrass me!"

W chimed in, "Okay, I'll see how your husband fucks me to death, and let my husband see how I do it with other men. Don't you always want to see me get fucked by other men?" W pinched M as she spoke, and M chuckled foolishly.

After saying that, W stood up, walked over to us, gave us a wicked smile, and then squatted down on my genitals, saying, "Come on, let me see if it's damaged." She even spread my labia with her hands as she spoke.

I quickly slapped her lightly, "Go away, I didn't know you were so lewd!"

"Oh, who just got fucked by two men and now I'm the lewd one?!" After saying that, W suddenly licked my genitals a few times, raised her head, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Try your husband's taste first." She stuck out her tongue for me to see.

My heart was stimulated again, thinking that my husband was inevitably going to have sex with her. I really wanted to kick her aside, but I could only wait for it to happen. Maybe it would happen in a few minutes. I was powerless to change what was going to happen. W seemed to see through my thoughts and deliberately used this to provoke me, as if she was humiliating me. But this feeling also excited me. I wanted this kind of stimulation.

W came over and sat between my husband and me, and pushed me aside, saying, "Move aside, it's my turn." I had no choice but to separate from my husband and move aside to make room for them. W pulled my husband's hand and stood up again, "We won't do it on the sofa. We'll go inside. This sofa is covered in her juices." She glanced at me as she spoke. She pulled my husband up and led him into a room. He glanced at me, but without waiting for my consent, he stood up and followed her inside. At the door, W turned back and said, "Come in, we need you to watch."

Sigh, I was about to witness my husband having sex with another woman. W continued, "While we're having sex, you two aren't allowed to do anything, you have to watch attentively." She then pulled my husband into the room. I quickly got up and went in too, and M followed. Inside, there was a large bed (2 meters square) with two sofa chairs. I was just thinking we could sit there and watch when W said, "Perfect, you two can sit and watch, hehe," and then pulled my husband onto the bed. My spineless husband happily followed, but I could sense he was a little worried about me. I thought this might affect the atmosphere, and if he was too nervous to get an erection, I would feel bad for W.

W seemed quite aroused, perhaps because she found the scene too stimulating after watching her husband and my husband have sex, or perhaps because she felt neglected since the two men had sex with me first and she hadn't. She appeared very thirsty and pushed my husband onto the bed to suck his penis. Although watching her suck my husband's penis wasn't very comfortable for me, I was more worried that my husband wouldn't be able to get an erection. This would ruin the atmosphere and make W even more uncomfortable. Sure enough, my husband's penis wasn't very cooperative, and he wasn't as excited as when I gave him oral sex. From my observation, he was definitely thinking about my feelings. I knew I needed to stimulate or encourage him a little.

I quickly said to W, "Sister, you're too impatient. It's not like I'm stopping you from eating. Let my husband rest too. How about I give you oral sex for a bit?"

W stopped swallowing, looked up at me, and then looked at her husband, saying, "Look at him, he can't get hard unless it's his own wife. And look at you, you're much more vigorous when you're with other people's wives than at home."

Everyone laughed at that. Her husband also laughed and said to me, "Wife, your husband is embarrassing himself, people are laughing at him."

I quickly suggested, "I haven't had any water for a while, how about we get some? I'm dying of thirst." Everyone agreed to the suggestion. W got up and called service, ordering four glasses of warm water. At this moment, M said, "Wife, how about you go open the door naked when the waiter comes, just like in Greece?" W said, "Go away, this isn't Greece." It turned out that the two of them had gone to Greece for vacation in the summer, and after returning from the nude beach, they were very excited, and W opened the door naked when she called the waiter.

Then my husband suggested again, saying, "Why don't you put on some clothes, just wrap yourself in a towel and go open the door? You can pretend the towel accidentally fell off..." This husband of mine gets excited whenever it comes to exposing himself, because he's always wanted to expose me too. W said, "Okay, then let me go. I've already let you try out the two men first, so I'll let you handle this." My husband chimed in, "Great, honey, you try it! Haven't we always wanted to try this? Here's your chance." This guy, although I also have a bit of an exhibitionist tendency, making me do this now really annoyed me.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and my husband said, "Hurry up, honey." It was clear my husband wanted me to go, and M wanted W to go; two cuckolded men are quite something. The doorbell rang again. M said, "Hurry up, or we can go together, hehe." W seemed a little angry because M hadn't told her to go, so W said, "I'm not going, I'll give it to my sister." The three of them looked at me again, and a surge of excitement rushed through me. "Fine, I'll go!" I didn't grab a bath towel, but instead pulled the bed sheet off the large bed, wrapped it around my chest once, and then wrapped it down once more to barely cover my genitals. But since I couldn't wrap it a third time, half of my buttocks were basically exposed. Then, after I got to the bedroom door, I turned back and wiggled my hips at the three of them before opening the door. The waiter was a man, and he seemed a little surprised when I opened the door. I asked him to take the food to the coffee table in the living room. After the waiter put the plates on the coffee table, he saw the pajamas on the sofa and the floor, and probably guessed that we were all naked. However, the waiter didn't seem to dare look inside and turned to leave. I don't know why, but I just wanted to keep him there, so I casually asked, "Could you get us a kettle?"

"Excuse me, miss, if you need more water, you can ask us to refill it."

"Oh, okay. Could you get us some fruit from the buffet?"

"Sure, miss, is there anything else you need?"

"Oh, no, no." I noticed the waiter was staring at me. I was standing in front of the table in the living room, and there was a mirror on the wall behind the table. The waiter could see my back and bare buttocks in the mirror, and I felt very excited.

At this moment, W's voice came from inside the room: "Is the water here?"

The waiter said, "Would you like me to take it to your bedroom?"

"No, no, thank you, thank you," I said quickly. Perhaps because I had taken a few steps, I felt that the bed sheet I was wrapped in was a little loose, so I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.

The waiter said, "I'll go get you some fruit," and walked towards the door. I said "Okay" and followed him to close the door. After the waiter left and closed the door, I followed him to lock it. Then the bed sheet fell off me—I was so excited!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again, and a voice came from outside, "Excuse me, I need to take the tray away." I quickly grabbed the bed sheet and hurriedly wrapped it around myself, but because I was nervous, I couldn't wrap it properly. So I stood behind the door, opened it sideways, and poked my head out, saying, "Please bring the fruit with you later." The waiter probably could see and imagine that I was completely naked, so he didn't insist on coming in. He just said "Okay" and left. I closed the door again. "Yay! So exciting!"

I carried the tray and four glasses of water into the room and saw W already riding on my husband's penis, making piston-like movements. I was furious. "Fine, I went to get you some water, and you didn't even wait for me to come back before you started doing it!"

When W saw me come in, she said lewdly, "Come on, sister, I'm thirsty, give me a glass of water."

She was still sitting on her husband's penis, and she was asking me for water. Sigh, is this the kind of thrill that swapping brings? I picked up two glasses of water and sat on the bed. I gave one to W and held the other to my husband's lips, saying, "Sigh, let me treat my dear husband. You must be exhausted from sleeping with two women in a row." My husband smiled and said, "Darling, you're so sweet."

W rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go away, go away, you sit on the chair. You can only watch." So I sat back down, and W and my husband started making love. Perhaps because my husband had just finished with me, this time it lasted longer. After a few minutes on top, W took over, and then my husband took over. I won't go into the details of the parts where I wasn't involved... But for about 10 minutes, I sat quietly on the chair watching my husband and another woman engage in the most primal human activity. The initial bitterness was gone. I started to learn some of W's strengths and graceful postures, imagining that when I made love with my husband in the future, I needed to pay attention to these details to make it more perfect, so that my husband might enjoy it even more. Seeing my husband working so hard with her, I could tell that while he was very engaged, it wasn't with love. I also recalled my time with M earlier; although she was also very enthusiastic, it seemed to lack love. Thinking back to my own experiences with the two men, while both were exciting, there was clearly more emotion with my husband, and with M, it was more about pursuing pleasure.

Yes, it's different. In this exchange, there's only physical and psychological stimulation; I don't need to worry about emotional issues. Looking at W, it seems she's merely using my husband as an object of desire, and it seems like she's putting on a show for M. Seeing all this, I felt much more at ease. Yes, perhaps we'll do even more crazy things next, but I won't cry about it anymore. Tonight, my husband and I are here to pursue physical and psychological pleasure, to release ourselves. I love my husband, and he loves me just as deeply.

Humans need positive guidance and encouragement, and I'm no exception. After posting my first two posts on the forum, I was thrilled to see so many encouraging and praising comments from friends. Of course, some friends questioned whether they were original. If you have doubts, you can search on Baidu. At least it hasn't been widely reposted recently. :) Recently, the quality of my sex life with my husband has improved a lot, almost like before I had children. The difference is that back then, I was hesitant to discuss the details and feelings of sex with my husband. Now, we can completely focus on ourselves and ask each other to cooperate. We exchange opinions without reservation before, during, and after the act. Now, besides the physical sensations returning to their highest level, the psychological stimulation is much better than before. To use a phrase from high school politics class, it's a double harvest of material and spiritual civilization. I think this started with our crazy night, and it's also related to my recent posts on the forum and the encouraging replies from friends.

Thanks to the attention and praise from so many friends for my post, I feel I should finish it properly. But since a long time has passed, my husband and I will try our best to complete this memoir based on our memories and physical sensations. This is also a process of me constantly striving to improve my writing skills.

Continuing from where I left off, quietly watching my husband and W have sex… I know my husband had been with several women before me, he always says it's been in the double digits, but he's only ever been in a relationship with one, and only I made her feel at home. Now I'm sitting here, quietly watching my husband have sex with this strange woman, along with another woman's husband. I think my husband must have done the same with other women before. I can almost feel him pursuing his own pleasure, and at the same time, he's trying to excite this woman to prove his manhood. But I can still sense the difference between us. Am I just imagining things? Are all beautiful women the same in front of men? My feelings at this moment were different. This difference was a feeling, stemming from the tacit understanding built up over five years of living together, from the harmony brought about by nearly a thousand sexual encounters, from the light kisses we shared every morning before leaving for work, from the embraces we shared every night before falling asleep… Suddenly, W's excited shouts pulled me back to reality, “Oh, handsome! You're so amazing!” Yes, my thoughts were correct. In W's eyes, my husband was just a very “amazing” handsome guy. I secretly observed M beside me; he was watching his lover being dominated by my husband with admiring eyes. At that moment, he was probably hoping his wife would have multiple orgasms. I couldn't help but envy this couple, who were even younger than us. It seems my husband and I need to find more spice in our relationship, otherwise our sex life will be so bland.

My husband began his frenzied thrusting. I know my husband is very vigorous the second time, but he hasn't had a second round since giving birth. Will he pull off a hat trick today? W was already excitedly moaning as her husband fucked her. The sounds of their genitals colliding grew louder and louder as W's vaginal fluid increased. It was such a familiar sound. Her husband looked up at me, and I immediately blew him a kiss to encourage him. He turned W's upper body to the side, so that she was facing me and M. He bent W's right knee against her right leg, making her knee press against her breast. W's left leg was separated by her husband's left knee and kept completely straight. He gripped W's buttocks tightly with his left hand and grabbed her breasts haphazardly with his right. This was the position her husband had said he liked the most. My feeling about this position was that I was completely controlled and violated by the man. Perhaps because both men had already fucked me, her husband didn't ask if he could ejaculate inside her. After a shiver, he stopped, gave her a few more thrusts, and then slowly withdrew his penis from her body. W collapsed onto the bed.

The husband slapped W's buttock hard and said, "Your wife's buttock is just like mine, both are very fleshy. It's so much fun to have sex with women like that." He was saying this to M. It seems that the husband has let loose. There are only men and women filled with desire left here.

M replied, "Right? I can't satisfy her by myself. I need two more men to satisfy her."

My husband immediately said to me, "Honey, look how hard it is for us men. We have to find ways to satisfy our wives."

He quickly told M, "Go on, keep going with your wife. Don't let her recover. Let her experience consecutive orgasms."

Upon hearing this, M immediately got up, went to the bedside, grabbed his wife's legs, dragged them to the edge of the bed, and put them on his shoulders. M's penis quickly disappeared into W's body. Soon, W began to beg for mercy and asked to stop. M initially ignored her, but after a while, W seemed to be very uncomfortable and stopped. It turned out that W's period had just ended. Everyone knows that a woman's first time after her period is still a bit painful. Although W had watched me being gang-raped by two men and had just had sex with my husband, she was very excited and her vaginal lubrication was not small. But continuous sex might be a bit too much for her. The advantages of this four-person swap immediately became apparent. With a husband and wife, if one suddenly feels unwell while the other is already aroused, one person will inevitably be unhappy. With this four-person swap, W suddenly realized that the empty space could be immediately filled by me.

After M withdrew his penis, W didn't ignore him but enthusiastically began to eat it, saying to her husband while eating, "My dear, haven't you always wanted to experience being sucked by two horny women in turn? How about we both serve you?"

M was naturally delighted and asked if I was willing. I directly told my husband, "Honey, how about we both serve you together later?"

My husband immediately said, "Hehe, later it should be us both satisfying you, right? You can have a sandwich today."

My husband's words made me involuntarily clench my anus. Without thinking, I quickly knelt down in front of M's penis, just like W had done. W, seeing me approach, immediately passed the baton to me. Although he had already fucked me, I hadn't tasted his penis yet, and now I was finally going to. Mixed with W's saliva and vaginal fluid, we exchanged penises for a few rounds. M, stimulated by this scene, became incredibly excited. Suddenly, M bent down and picked me up. I felt as light as a swallow. My husband often picked me up like this, and I loved that feeling. But what M did next was something my husband had never done before: he simply threw me onto the bed. The fall didn't hurt me at all; instead, it excited me immensely. I eagerly awaited what would happen next. M flipped me over and made me lie face down, then grabbed my buttocks and made me stick them out. I excitedly squeezed my legs together and wiggled my buttocks towards him, a feeling of fullness washing over me. This was the third time today, the third time in just over two hours—my record. M slapped my buttocks while thrusting forcefully deep into my body. W came over and sat in front of me, spreading her legs. I understood her intention and, without any resistance, began licking her clitoris. This lewd feeling was something I had never experienced before, but at that moment, I just felt it wasn't lewd enough.

My husband also came over and sat down next to us, excitedly watching the three of us engage in our debauchery. I wanted to look up and smile at my husband, but W held my head down. After being raped by the couple for about 10 minutes, M withdrew from my body and helped me kneel back on the bed. M stood up and held his penis in front of me. I swallowed it without hesitation, glancing at my husband with a provocative look as I did so, and occasionally glancing up at M's expression with the same provocative gaze. Initially, I neither knew how to nor wanted to perform oral sex. It took my husband over a year to get used to and be able to perform "deep throat" under his guidance. Now, stimulated by desire, I no longer felt the discomfort I had at first. After I swallowed completely, M suddenly grabbed my head tightly, preventing my mouth from leaving. I knew he was about to climax; he wanted to enjoy a treatment that my husband had never received from me. Although my husband had ejaculated inside me before, it had never happened like this during "deep throat." Before I could even think for a second, I felt M's penis throbbing, accompanied by a salty, fishy taste that filled my throat and mouth. M didn't leave immediately but instead held me and twisted his penis a few more times until I started to feel short of breath. Only then did M withdraw his penis.

This scene unfolded right before my husband and his wife's eyes. This time, I didn't feel any shame or guilt towards my husband. I knew he wanted to see this exciting scene too. Next, like an adult film actress, I made an even more lewd move. I opened my mouth for the three of them to see the mixture inside, then closed it and exaggeratedly swallowed. When I opened my mouth again, the mixture was gone.

My husband, excited by this, pounced on me on the bed and kissed me wildly, saying, "I never knew you could be so lewd! You little slut!"

I blinked at him while kissing him and said, "As long as you don't abandon me, as long as you like it, I'll do whatever you want!"

"Let's both of you do it to you later, let you experience a sandwich, okay?"

"Okay! As long as you can still do it, come on!" I then fiercely hugged and kissed my husband again.

Just then, the doorbell rang again; it must be the fruit delivery guy. My husband urged me to open the door, and M and W also encouraged me this time, saying that I was the star of the show tonight. I was also in the mood, so without hesitation I got out of bed and went outside. Reaching the outer door naked, my rationality returned somewhat, but ultimately I took a risky step: I opened the door but didn't let the waiter in. Instead, I left the door ajar and let him hand me the plate. The waiter seemed to understand as soon as he opened the door, and without saying much, he handed me the plate and left. I almost dropped the plate when I took it with one hand. After the fruit arrived, the four of us went back to the living room to eat some. It was already past midnight. The apocalypse was over; rebirth was on the horizon. As before, we sat together eating fruit without much conversation. It seemed that today we had gathered solely for sex, which was exactly what I wanted—to let go of my moral and ethical burdens.

After finishing their meal, the four of them cleaned themselves of excess fluid and returned to the sofa. My husband spoke first, asking W how she was doing. I think he was mostly concerned for her. W said she was much better, but that I was the dominant one today. After saying that, W asked if my husband and I had ever had sex. My husband answered before I could, saying we hadn't done it many times, less than 100. This guy really exaggerates; it's probably less than 50 times, because I'm always worried about hygiene and only agree when I'm in a really good mood. W got up and took out her small bag, revealing a small bottle and a small box. If I'm not mistaken, the bottle was probably lubricant, and the box was probably a vibrator. Sure enough, W said it was a bottle of Hong Kong Zhaobang brand lubricant, and that it worked very well. Inside the box were three beads, each about 30 millimeters in diameter.

W, carrying some things, leered at me. "Sister, I'm not feeling well today. I'm so envious that you can have a sandwich first." Sigh, I've been incredibly lewd today. I was penetrated by two men, then given oral sex, and now I'm about to experience the sandwich my husband has always wanted me to have but never been able to. "Let me help you prepare," W said, squatting down in front of me. I had my legs crossed, but as soon as she squatted down, I instinctively spread them apart. When did I become so lewd?

This action gave W more to say, "So eager, huh? I actually wanted to eat the sandwich first, but I can only blame myself for letting you try it first, sister."

Hearing her say that, I didn't feel ashamed at all. Instead, I teased her, "Yeah, of course I'm eager to try it if I haven't had it before. Come on, little sister, help me relax my back door first." After saying that, I lay down a little, letting my butt stick out off the sofa, and crossed my legs, raising them and holding them with my hands, thus completely exposing my big butt to W. I thought that seeing my alluring posture, the two men wouldn't be affected by their previous two ejaculations.

W first slapped my butt a few times, and with her slapping, I deliberately made "oh, oh" moans. At this moment, I just wanted to be more lewd to completely relax. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself and said, "Give me a kiss first," and afterwards, I thought to myself how lewd I was.

After hearing this, W said, "Oh, you're in such a hurry, it hasn't even started yet." Then suddenly I felt her tongue lightly brush against my anus, gradually increasing the pressure, like a little snake trying to burrow into my body. After enjoying this for about two minutes, my raised legs got a little tired, so I changed position and lay face down on the sofa, my chest pressed against the sofa, my buttocks raised high. After waiting for a few seconds, W must have opened the small bottle of lubricant, and then I felt liquid dripping onto my buttocks and anus. Immediately afterwards, a finger came in, gently inserting into my anus and bringing in some lubricant. It felt very smooth at first. After a few rounds, it became two fingers. I didn't feel the discomfort I felt when two fingers were inserted during foreplay with my husband. Was it because W's fingers were thinner? I lay quietly on the sofa, trying to relax. I knew that the most important thing during sex was to relax the anus. Suddenly, I felt pressure in my anus, as if something thick was trying to force its way in. This sensation lasted less than a second, then disappeared, accompanied by the feeling of something filling my anus. W had probably inserted a bead. I tried to keep my breathing steady, allowing myself to adjust to the sensation. W, very experienced, used her fingers to make circles around my anus, keeping my buttocks and anus feeling itchy. My husband had said that I needed to use this sensation to replace the discomfort of insertion before we could have sex, and W seemed very experienced. About five minutes later, all three beads were inserted into my anus. I tried to adjust to the sensation, feeling alternating hot and cold sensations inside my body.

Then I felt another hand tickling my buttocks, and it was different from the previous one. I instinctively felt it was my husband's hand tickling me, and I slowly turned around to confirm my feeling. My husband gets especially excited when we're intimate, so I figured he wanted to go first. He gently pulled the thin string on the apron, slowly increasing the force. I felt a tearing sensation in my anus again, but thankfully, my fingernails kept sliding around it, adding lubricant as needed. One, two, three aprons—my husband pulled them all out.

Suddenly, I heard him say, "Dude, you go first." I think this perfectly revealed his cuckoldry. He now completely sees me as a slut to be raped by others, deriving psychological stimulation from it. Hearing him say this, I felt no anger at all. Instead, I was thinking about how to better cater to his cuckoldry mentality. Yes, I need to be even more lewd. So I wiggled my hips and said, "Hurry up, who wants to come in first!" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something hard, unlike fingers or a bead, pressing against my anus and gently rubbing against it. Then I saw W pick up a small bottle of lubricant, probably pouring it onto his penis. After rubbing for a while, it made my anus itchy, and then it started to slowly penetrate. Unlike a bead, which only causes a tearing sensation when it enters, my penis provided a continuous feeling. I felt it go in a little and then pull back, adding more lubricant before pushing it back in. This time, the penis didn't pull back but slowly moved inwards. Finally, I felt the sensation of my rectum being penetrated; I knew M's penis was fully inside. M didn't continue thrusting but let me enjoy this feeling for a few seconds, then slowly pulled out and slowly entered again, gradually increasing the speed. Soon, the tearing pain disappeared, replaced by pleasure from my anus and a feeling of heat throughout my body.

After M thrust in and out for a while, he said, "I can't take it anymore, buddy, it's your turn. It's too tight, I need to control myself for a bit." My anus suddenly felt empty, and I felt so itchy. I even wanted to stick a finger in myself, but this feeling lasted less than 3 seconds before my husband's penis entered me. After the treatment from W and M, my husband didn't hesitate at all, thrusting rapidly in and out of my anus, slapping my buttocks as he did so. "Ah, so good, that's what I want to do to you!" My husband rarely makes "ah!" sounds during sex unless he's really excited. Hearing him say that made me very happy, knowing that I was making him very excited. My husband grabbed my waist and slapped my buttocks, his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of my anus. Suddenly, the feeling of orgasm came. Friends who have experienced it should know that anal orgasms are different from vaginal orgasms. An anal orgasm can last for more than 10 minutes with shaking.

I couldn't control myself anymore; my whole body started trembling. I'd only experienced this feeling three times before, and then, due to various reasons, mainly environmental factors, I hadn't been able to experience anal orgasms again. This time, the anal orgasm came at just the right time, and it happened in front of a couple of strangers. This made me feel more relaxed; I was holding nothing back. I felt hot and cold all over, and I wanted to find someone to hug. W noticed my state first and quickly lay down beneath me. I immediately collapsed onto her, trembling all over as I hugged her. My husband didn't slow down; instead, he continued to slap my buttocks harder and thrust into me faster, while massaging my genitals from behind with his hands. This finally exceeded my body's limits; my body seemed to separate from my mind, and the genital orgasm came just in time. An uncontrollable sensation came from my genitals and gushed out. My husband slowed down, slowly withdrawing his penis from my anus. My trembling hadn't stopped; I lay haphazardly on W, while my husband gently stroked me.

A few minutes later, I gradually calmed down and slowly got up from W and lay down next to her. M brought me a glass of water and I drank a couple of sips. My husband spoke first, "Honey, you had a blast today."

W followed up, "Sister, I've never experienced simultaneous orgasms before. This is the first time I've ever seen it!"

M chimed in, "Yeah, it's my first time too. What did it feel like?"

"It felt like I was going to die!" These three are really something. They've all never seen it before, and this is my first time experiencing it!

My husband then said lewdly, "Feeling better now? Time for a sandwich?" This guy really wouldn't give up until he'd worn me out, but I was still really into it, so I replied, "Okay! Who's on the bottom?" My husband immediately sat down on the sofa, and his penis, as if on command, stood up again. I got up, walked over to my husband, bent down and took a few bites of his penis, then straddled him, guiding his penis slowly into my vagina. After sitting down, my husband moved me a little off the sofa so that my buttocks were off the edge, leaving room for me to stand. I straddled him... I slowly lowered myself onto my husband's body, wiggling my hips on his penis, and kissed him before saying, "Are you satisfied?" My husband hummed in agreement and said, "I'm glad you're happy."

At this moment, M was behind me. I first felt his large hands supporting my buttocks, and then his penis pressed against my anus and slowly inserted itself. My anus was now completely lubricated and relaxed, so there was no pain this time. After M was fully inserted, I carefully savored the feeling of fullness. Although my husband had used a vibrator to give me fullness from both ends before, the feeling was different. The two of them started moving. At first, they couldn't quite get the rhythm right, but gradually they did. They started going at it like a windmill, and I was pushed to the peak again. My whole body felt hot and cold, and finally, my vaginal orgasm came first. My husband suddenly hugged my waist tightly, and M cooperated by lifting my legs up. I was being thrust into by the two men in the air. After a while, M moved back and sat on the sofa. This time, I sat on M's penis with my anus. M hugged my waist from behind, and my whole body went limp on M's body. My husband spread my legs from the front and thrust wildly. Finally, after a series of rapid thrusts, my husband's penis stopped and throbbed at its deepest point. This throbbing brought me to orgasm again, and the fluid I spurted out splashed on my husband's face. My husband withdrew his penis with satisfaction and kissed my genitals. At this moment, M pushed me to one side, and my anus, still attached to his penis, turned me to his side. M, in this sideways position, began to frantically penetrate my anus. I excitedly stretched out my right leg, and M simply grabbed it, slapping my buttocks repeatedly. At this moment, M grabbed my breasts from behind, my vulva wide open, facing my husband and W. My vulva was probably still leaking my husband's semen, and my legs were still covered in the fluid I had just ejaculated. Thinking of this, another surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I cried out loudly, "Ah, ah!" Finally, after one thrust, M gripped my breasts tightly, and I felt the throbbing of his penis in my rectum. I actively sought the sensation of anal orgasm, twisting my hips vigorously. Sure enough, I orgasmed with the stimulation before M withdrew his penis. After M withdrew his penis... I rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, trembling and unconsciously twisting my hips and waist, rubbing my breasts against the carpet… This continued for over ten minutes until my body calmed down. I slowly rolled over and saw all three of them grinning at me. I knew W must be envious of the multiple orgasms I experienced during the sandwich, M must feel a sense of accomplishment as a man for bringing a woman to such an orgasm, and my husband was happy to see me so wanton and excited, satisfying his cuckoldry desires and enjoying the many orgasms I had. Thus ended my memories of that night of rebirth. Although we did it again the next morning, and W enjoyed the sandwich, it wasn't particularly special for me, so I won't describe it further. It's worth noting that W and I slept in the same bed that night, while my husband and M slept together. This arrangement was probably because everyone was worried about potential complications. Before leaving, we agreed to pretend nothing had happened and not contact each other again.

The last part, with its excessive details about sex, felt a bit like erotic literature. But I had no choice; to share more of our pleasure that day, I had to express it through vivid details. This is also related to my limited writing skills. Now, my husband and I often think that if one day we could create sex robots that are just like real people—with perfect bodies and powerful sexual abilities, and without causing any disruption to our lives—we would definitely buy a pair and replace them every year.

[The End]

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