Kiki couldn't fall asleep

A young woman's inner voice: It's late! Kiki can't sleep.

We women are human too! We need mental liberation even more!

I'm a playful young woman. Why do I call myself a young woman? I was born in 1983, and I'm 25 this year. Many 25-year-old women are still living the life of a single lady. Many of my female classmates are still unmarried. Honestly, as a member of the post-80s generation, not many girls, especially in big cities like Beijing and Shanghai, have married as early as I have. So, you can understand why I call myself a "young woman," right? It's not excessive self-praise, haha!

I met my husband when I was 21, during an internship at his workplace. He was kind of my senior in the field.

I didn't have much of an impression of him when we first met; he wasn't exactly handsome. Back then, I was still infatuated with boys like the South Korean actress "Yoon." But the longer I spent with him, the more I realized how attractive he was, especially since men are often most captivating when they're at work. His wit, his sharpness, and his decisiveness deeply attracted me… After starting to pay attention to him, I realized he was actually quite handsome. Damn! At the time, he had a woman with him, a very beautiful, charming, but also domineering woman (perhaps it's due to a woman's strong jealousy that I call her that, please understand!). Later, when their relationship was in crisis, I seized the opportunity and won her over! After capturing my husband, I discovered that men need to be "trained," not managed, but "trained"! Managing them will make them resentful, and in the long run, it will inevitably backfire. And conditioning is a process of adjusting, sorting, and gradually managing... slowly he'll come under your control! Haha... without realizing it, he'll lose himself and become completely dependent, submissive, and compliant! (Am I being cunning? A cunning little housewife!)

We got married quickly (damn, cut the Gordian knot! Otherwise, things will fall apart!). Not long after the wedding, we became very familiar with each other, spending every day together. Plus, we were both busy with our own work, so it was quite a long time since we'd been intimate. Even when we did make love, it was always rushed, and often I wouldn't even kiss him on the lips. I remember when we first started having an affair, every secret, passionate kiss we shared around the corner in the office hallway was so intoxicating, so deep, so heart-wrenching. Every kiss made me tremble, his large hands roaming under my skirt, stirring up a torrent of desire within me… Damn it! It hasn't even been a year, and this guy won't touch my lips again! I'm a little annoyed! Later, a very outgoing female classmate from university came to Beijing. She was very alluring, her voice both forceful and coquettish, and my husband was completely captivated by her. After dinner with my classmate, on the way home, my husband seemed exceptionally excited, constantly finding opportunities to kiss me while driving. It felt like that long-lost tenderness had returned! When we got home, we didn't even turn on the lights. We just rolled around and scrambled into each other's arms, then went wild on the floor... That time was truly insane, something we'd never experienced before in our marriage... During sex with my husband, I asked him if he wanted to sleep with my female classmate. He said yes, and I told him to just imagine it! He became incredibly excited! Actually, both of us felt great because the shared emotions made the sex even more intense and exciting, elevating our love! That's when I started to understand. Love needs nurturing, and sex is a game—a game for two people in love! And for the sake of quality, the game can transcend mere emotions. So, humans, these advanced animals, actually invented "exchange games"! This game is indeed intriguing… truly a sophisticated and fun game!

Later, I discovered couples' websites, and when I introduced them to my husband, he was very interested! Finally, I gradually dragged him into it. Since our lives have been enriched with these games, our love life has become more wonderful, and we understand and love each other even more! Honestly, my parents are both university professors, and I was raised with traditional values of obedience and virtue, so we are quite conflicted. But we discovered the secret, and we understood the joy within! Life is short, why not live it to the fullest for our own happiness?

All this rambling introductory remarks are simply to find some logic and explanation for my indulgence! I received a good university education, was born into a family of highly educated intellectuals, and lived in the prosperous 1980s. I have a kind and honest husband, and a great career that I love… but I'm incredibly playful! The more extraordinary and exciting the game, the more I want to try it! Maybe I really am slutty, shameless, and perverted! But my shameless husband likes it even more and drives me crazy! Do you like it? Let me tell you a story about my first time playing with a single man with my husband:

It was when we first saw other people's 3P pictures online. My husband and I blushed and our hearts pounded. During sex, we imagined for the first time what it would be like with another stranger, and my husband was very excited. Needless to say, I was even more excited… Later, my husband said, "Why don't you go find someone you like online?" We searched for a long time. It wasn't until the appearance of the person from "Small Town Stories" that things changed. He claimed to be from Dalian, had stayed in Beijing after graduating from university, and had recently gotten married. He recounted discussing "swapping games" with his wife, only to be scolded by her! He seemed very genuine and endearing, and through several exchanges of letters, I gradually became more prepared to accept it. He frankly told us that he had once had a threesome experience, and it started off very frighteningly because both parties were cautious, fearing it was a scam, so the whole process didn't go perfectly. What he said seemed very truthful and credible, and through our correspondence, I found his character to be trustworthy.

We didn't chat on QQ; I've never liked chatting with strangers online on QQ. We've always communicated through email. Finally, we decided to take a significant step forward! That morning, I went online and sent him a short message: I said, "If you have time and are willing to come to my house tonight!"

He didn't reply until noon, saying he was very willing, but he wasn't sure if my husband could handle it if we were to meet in person. He didn't want anything unpleasant to happen! Actually, by the afternoon, I was a little hesitant. I was also a little scared, not so much about whether my husband could accept it, but about whether I could really let go!

He sent three more messages, which I didn't reply to at first. Later, my husband encouraged me, saying, "If it feels good, go for it; if not, how about we have some tea and chat?" Anyway, we didn't know each other!

We arranged for him to come to my place after dinner at 8 PM. I gave him the address of our neighborhood; he also lives in Zhongguancun, and we live near Peking University, so it's quite convenient. I specifically told him: no scallions or garlic for dinner, and he had to shower before coming, appearing clean and tidy in front of me! (I'm a bit of a fussy, fastidious woman!) We made him shower beforehand so we wouldn't spoil the special atmosphere by showering at my place again!

At 8 PM sharp, he arrived at the gate of our neighborhood as agreed, and my husband went out to meet him. When my husband went out, he saw a tall young man at the gate, wearing glasses and looking quite refined. Because it was winter, and I don't know if it was the cold weather or his inner panic, my husband said he saw him shivering in the wind... When my husband led him home, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV, not looking at him. Actually, my heart was pounding, after all, I might be so close to a strange man in a little while... I was uneasy...

He stood awkwardly at the door, and my husband said, "Change your shoes and come in!" He took off his shoes, his eyes fixed on me. It was very warm in my house at the time. For the game, I was wearing a black sheer nightgown, mid-length, like a baggy maternity dress, with black open-toe stockings on my legs and ordinary gray cotton underwear (because the underwear would be taken off in the game, so I didn't deliberately find something sexy to wear).

I glanced at him sideways; he seemed surprised. I asked what was wrong. He said, "I used to only see pictures online. Seeing a real person today, and a living one at that, feels like a dream!" I said, "You're so sweet!" My

husband said it was hot inside, so he took off his coat. After taking it off, he timidly sat down on the sofa. My husband handed him a cigarette, but he said he didn't smoke. My husband lit one for me. As I exhaled a smoke ring, I glanced at him again; he was still staring at me blankly… The three of us paused for a moment, then burst into laughter!

My husband brought out the red wine he had prepared and poured it for everyone. He turned off the TV (watching TV is distracting and the atmosphere isn't right!), and we also turned off the main light in the living room, lighting a few large candles... Enya's songs were playing softly from the stereo... The atmosphere softened considerably, filled with an ambiguous feeling...

I reclined on a small double sofa opposite them, my legs, clad in black stockings, swinging back and forth, my pointed black high heels, specially worn for the game, swaying to the music. He looked at me with a dazed expression... I stood up and swayed into the bedroom... Both men silently stared at me as I walked into the bedroom...

My husband entered and asked if the game could continue. I said, "If you're willing!" "No regrets later! And no talking about this!"

My husband ran out with a lewd grin, as if he were the one sleeping with someone else's wife, not someone else's! Damn it!

A while later, my husband came in alone. He said he had already discussed with "Small Town Story" what to do. I asked, "What should we do?" My husband said, "We'll do it all at once!" After saying that, he hugged me tightly in his arms, and his hot lips immediately enveloped my small mouth. His wet tongue rolled around in my mouth... My husband took off my underwear, let my head rest on his lap, and covered my body with the blanket. My husband bent down and we kissed passionately... His hands kneaded my breasts... My heart began to race... My hips swayed, my breathing quickened...

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands pry my legs apart, and my heart skipped a beat! It was him, "Small Town Story." He buried his head under the covers, completely naked, frantically licking my feet... my calves... my thighs...

down to my groin... I trembled all over, lying softly in my husband's arms, desperately trying to entwine my tongue with his... When I opened my eyes for a moment, I saw my husband staring intently at me, probably surprised by my arousal. I quickly closed my eyes again, clinging tightly to my husband with both arms, probably to hide my uncontrollable arousal…

“Small Town Story” had already licked my vulva with his tongue, his long tongue dancing between my labia, and I couldn’t help but moan… I twisted my hips rapidly… my thighs tightly clamped around “Small Town Story’s” head… the

pleasure was unbearable, I suddenly threw off the blanket and saw “Small Town Story” covered in sweat, whether from being under the blanket or from licking my vaginal fluids… his wet face looked incredibly sexy! My husband turned me around, “Small Town Story” knelt in front of my face, and my husband, behind me, pressed down on my buttocks and thrust his already hard penis into my vagina… Ah! So good! I happily took "Small Town Story's" clean, white thing into my mouth...sucking hard...

I knelt down, sucking "Small Town Story's" penis, while my husband thrust into me from behind...The only sounds in the room were the sucking sounds of my penis and the wet, squelching sounds of my husband's big penis hitting my genitals...

Please tell me...is this a threesome? It was truly a mind-blowing moment! A woman, having one man thrusting into her from below and another sucking on her from above, it was so blissful, so exciting, so stimulating, so satisfying!!! Being loved and manipulated by two men at the same time is something any woman would want, especially me, an incredibly playful little slut! I shouted loudly without restraint, pleasurably enjoying every part of my body…

revealing the inner thoughts of a young woman: It's late! Kiki can't sleep.

We women are human too! We need mental liberation even more!

I am a playful young woman. Why do I call myself a young woman? I was born in 1983, and I'm exactly 25 years old this year. Nowadays, many 25-year-old women still maintain the life of a single lady. Many of my female classmates are still unmarried. To be honest, as a member of the post-80s generation, not many girls, especially in big cities like Beijing and Shanghai, get married as early as I do. So, you can understand why I call myself a "young woman," right? It's not an excessive self-praise, haha!

I met my husband when I was 21, when I was interning at his company. He was probably my senior in the workplace.

I didn't have much of an impression of him when we first met; he wasn't exactly handsome. At that time, I was still obsessed with the type of boy that South Korean actress "Yoon" liked. But the longer I spent with him, especially since men are often most attractive when they're at work, his wit, his sharpness, and his decisiveness deeply attracted me... After I started paying more attention to him, I realized he was actually quite handsome. Damn! At the time, he had a woman with him, a very beautiful, coquettish, but also very domineering woman (perhaps it's due to a woman's strong jealousy that I call her that, please understand!). Later, when their relationship was in crisis, I seized the opportunity and won her over! After capturing my husband, I discovered that men need to be "trained," not managed, but "trained"! Managing them will make them resentful, and in the long run, it will inevitably backfire. And conditioning is a process of adjusting, sorting, and gradually managing... slowly he'll come under your control! Haha... without realizing it, he'll lose himself and become completely dependent, submissive, and compliant! (Am I being cunning? A cunning little housewife!)

We got married quickly (damn, cut the Gordian knot! Otherwise, things will fall apart!). Not long after the wedding, we became very familiar with each other, spending every day together. Plus, we were both busy with our own work, so it was quite a long time since we'd been intimate. Even when we did make love, it was always rushed, and often I wouldn't even kiss him on the lips. I remember when we first started having an affair, every secret, passionate kiss we shared around the corner in the office hallway was so intoxicating, so deep, so heart-wrenching. Every kiss made me tremble, his large hands roaming under my skirt, stirring up a torrent of desire within me… Damn it! It hasn't even been a year, and this guy won't touch my lips again! I'm a little annoyed! Later, a very outgoing female classmate from university came to Beijing. She was very alluring, her voice both forceful and coquettish, and my husband was completely captivated by her. After dinner with my classmate, on the way home, my husband seemed exceptionally excited, constantly finding opportunities to kiss me while driving. It felt like that long-lost tenderness had returned! When we got home, we didn't even turn on the lights. We just rolled around and scrambled into each other's arms, then went wild on the floor... That time was truly insane, something we'd never experienced before in our marriage... During sex with my husband, I asked him if he wanted to sleep with my female classmate. He said yes, and I told him to just imagine it! He became incredibly excited! Actually, both of us felt great because the shared emotions made the sex even more intense and exciting, elevating our love! That's when I started to understand. Love needs nurturing, and sex is a game—a game for two people in love! And for the sake of quality, the game can transcend mere emotions. So, humans, these advanced animals, actually invented "exchange games"! This game is indeed intriguing… truly a sophisticated and fun game!

Later, I discovered couples' websites, and when I introduced them to my husband, he was very interested! Finally, I gradually dragged him into it. Since our lives have been enriched with these games, our love life has become more wonderful, and we understand and love each other even more! Honestly, my parents are both university professors, and I was raised with traditional values of obedience and virtue, so we are quite conflicted. But we discovered the secret, and we understood the joy within! Life is short, why not live it to the fullest for our own happiness?

All this rambling introductory remarks are simply to find some logic and explanation for my indulgence! I received a good university education, was born into a family of highly educated intellectuals, and lived in the prosperous 1980s. I have a kind and honest husband, and a great career that I love… but I'm incredibly playful! The more extraordinary and exciting the game, the more I want to try it! Maybe I really am slutty, shameless, and perverted! But my shameless husband likes it even more and drives him crazy! Do you like it? Now, let me tell you a story about my husband and I's first time playing with a single man:

That was the first time I saw someone else's 3P pictures online. My husband and I blushed and our hearts pounded. During sex, we imagined for the first time what it would be like with another stranger, and my husband was very excited. Needless to say, I was even more excited… Later, my husband told me to just look for someone I liked online. We searched for a long time. Then someone named "Small Town Story" appeared. He claimed to be from Dalian, had stayed in Beijing after graduating from university, and had recently gotten married. He talked about discussing "swapping games" with his wife, but she scolded him severely! He seemed very genuine and cute, and after several exchanges of letters, I gradually became more prepared to accept it. He frankly told us that he had once had a threesome experience, and it was a very frightening start because both parties were very cautious, fearing it was a scam, so the whole process didn't go perfectly. What he said sounded very true and credible; our correspondence suggested he was trustworthy.

We didn't chat on QQ; I've never liked chatting with strangers online on QQ. We always communicated through email. Finally, we decided to take a significant step forward! That morning, I went online and sent him a very short message: I said, "If you have time and are willing tonight, you can come to my house!"

He didn't reply to my email until noon. In it, he said he was very willing, but he wasn't sure if my husband could handle it if we were to face him directly. He didn't want anything unpleasant to happen! Actually, by the afternoon, I was also a little hesitant. I was a bit scared, not so much about whether my husband could accept it, but about whether I could really let go!

He sent three emails in a row, which I didn't reply to at first. Later, my husband encouraged me, saying, "If it feels good, go for it. If not, just have a cup of tea and chat! We don't know each other anyway!"

We arranged for him to come to my house after dinner at 8 pm. I told him our neighborhood address. He also lives in Zhongguancun, and we live near Peking University, so it's quite convenient for us. I specifically told him: no scallions or garlic for dinner, and he had to shower before coming, so he could appear before me clean and tidy! (I guess I'm a bit of a fussy, nitpicky woman!) I made him shower beforehand because we didn't want him to shower at my house and ruin the special atmosphere!

At 8:00 sharp, he arrived at the gate of our complex as agreed, and my husband went out to meet him. When my husband went out, he saw a tall young man at the gate, wearing glasses and looking quite refined. Because it was winter, and I don't know if it was the cold weather or his inner panic, my husband said he saw him shivering in the wind... When my husband led him home, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV, not looking at him. Actually, my heart was pounding, after all, I might be so close to a strange man in a little while... I was uneasy...

He stood awkwardly at the door, and my husband said, "Change your shoes and come in!" He took off his shoes, his eyes fixed on me. It was very warm in my house at the time. For the game, I was wearing a black sheer nightgown, mid-length, like a baggy maternity dress, with black open-toe stockings on my legs and ordinary gray cotton underwear (because the underwear would be taken off in the game, so I didn't deliberately find something sexy to wear).

I glanced at him sideways; he seemed surprised. I asked what was wrong. He said, "I used to only see pictures online. Seeing a real person today, and a living one at that, feels like a dream!" I said, "You're so sweet!" My

husband said it was hot inside, so he took off his coat. After taking it off, he timidly sat down on the sofa. My husband handed him a cigarette, but he said he didn't smoke. My husband lit one for me. As I exhaled a smoke ring, I glanced at him again; he was still staring at me blankly… The three of us paused for a moment, then burst into laughter!

My husband brought out the red wine he had prepared and poured it for everyone. He turned off the TV (watching TV is distracting and the atmosphere isn't right!), and we also turned off the main light in the living room, lighting a few large candles... Enya's songs were playing softly from the stereo... The atmosphere softened considerably, filled with an ambiguous feeling...

I reclined on a small double sofa opposite them, my legs, clad in black stockings, swinging back and forth, my pointed black high heels, specially worn for the game, swaying to the music. He looked at me with a dazed expression... I stood up and swayed into the bedroom... Both men silently stared at me as I walked into the bedroom...

My husband entered and asked if the game could continue. I said, "If you're willing!" "No regrets later! And no talking about this!"

My husband ran out with a lewd grin, as if he were the one sleeping with someone else's wife, not someone else's! Damn it!

A while later, my husband came in alone. He said he had already discussed with "Small Town Story" what to do. I asked, "What should we do?" My husband said, "We'll do it all at once!" After saying that, he hugged me tightly in his arms, and his hot lips immediately enveloped my small mouth. His wet tongue rolled around in my mouth... My husband took off my underwear, let my head rest on his lap, and covered my body with the blanket. My husband bent down and we kissed passionately... His hands kneaded my breasts... My heart began to race... My hips swayed, my breathing quickened...

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands pry my legs apart, and my heart skipped a beat! It was him, "Small Town Story." He buried his head under the covers, completely naked, frantically licking my feet... my calves... my thighs...

down to my groin... I trembled all over, lying softly in my husband's arms, desperately trying to entwine my tongue with his... When I opened my eyes for a moment, I saw my husband staring intently at me, probably surprised by my arousal. I quickly closed my eyes again, clinging tightly to my husband with both arms, probably to hide my uncontrollable arousal…

“Small Town Story” had already licked my vulva with his tongue, his long tongue dancing between my labia, and I couldn’t help but moan… I twisted my hips rapidly… my thighs tightly clamped around “Small Town Story’s” head… the

pleasure was unbearable, I suddenly threw off the blanket and saw “Small Town Story” covered in sweat, whether from being under the blanket or from licking my vaginal fluids… his wet face looked incredibly sexy! My husband turned me around, “Small Town Story” knelt in front of my face, and my husband, behind me, pressed down on my buttocks and thrust his already hard penis into my vagina… Ah! So good! I happily took "Small Town Story's" clean, white thing into my mouth...sucking hard...

I knelt down, sucking "Small Town Story's" penis, while my husband thrust into me from behind...The only sounds in the room were the sucking sounds of my penis and the wet, squelching sounds of my husband's big penis hitting my genitals...

Please tell me...is this a threesome? It was truly a mind-blowing moment! A woman, having one man thrusting into her from below and another sucking on her from above, it was so blissful, so exciting, so stimulating, so satisfying!!! Being loved and manipulated by two men at the same time is something any woman would want, especially me, an incredibly playful little slut! I shouted loudly without any restraint, pleasurably enjoying every part of my body...

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