3P is an experience that is hard to describe.

For many years, our married life has been harmonious. However, for the past year or so, I've felt an intense sexual desire. After one encounter, I want another, but my husband is already feeling sexually exhausted. He loves me very much, but my frequent unsatisfaction makes me very irritable at work during the day. This continued until after the Spring Festival this year. One evening after work, he mysteriously told me, "I'll find you another one." I didn't understand at first and asked what he meant. He said another muscular man. I was furious, feeling like he was playing a trick on me. I angrily turned away and went to sleep, but I couldn't calm down. We've only ever seen three or more people together in porn; I never imagined I would actually do it myself. To be honest, my strong desire can only be satisfied by two men, or even more. The feeling after an orgasm is so comfortable and exhilarating, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily. I haven't felt this way in a long time… In the following days, he brought it up again and again. I am very grateful to my husband. He has completely abandoned traditional Chinese values and put my physical pleasure first. I am truly grateful to him. He asked me what kind of man I liked, and I said someone like you, but he had to be sexually strong, otherwise it wouldn't be worth it. That day after get off work, he said he'd take me out for Western food, to meet a random friend. That's when I met LZ. In the dimly lit restaurant, suggestive music filled the air. It wasn't crowded, and we found a window seat. Outside, there was a parking lot and lush greenery. I could see our black Nissan Teana and the cars coming and going. My husband gazed at me tenderly, but I didn't dare look at him. I didn't understand this man I'd been with for so many years, and even doubted whether he truly loved me. But his eyes told me he cherished me deeply. I waited anxiously. Then, my husband received a phone call saying he was here. A moment later, a young man in his late twenties was standing next to us. He wasn't handsome, but he was of average build, around 1.75 meters tall and weighing over 70 kilograms. Thankfully, he wasn't unpleasant to look at. He gave me a friendly look, and my husband reciprocated. It was obvious that at that moment, my husband's attitude, especially his, was crucial. I was like a rabbit; any hint of displeasure from him, even a slight sound or glance, would send me into a frenzy. I couldn't be open at that moment because I'm not really open, even though I'm quite promiscuous in bed. I smiled and continued sipping my iced coffee. They were talking, from trivial matters like whether they were busy with work to the restaurant's setup. Finally, my husband quietly asked LZ if she had any experience with this before. He vaguely said she had once, and it felt okay. He said the woman first needs to relax and enjoy herself, and then looked at me. I lowered my head and remained silent, just smiling. In my heart, I wondered, could this man satisfy me? My husband bluntly said she was very strong and engaged, so there shouldn't be any problems. He was just worried about whether I and she could satisfy her. LZ said it mainly depended on the coordination between the two men. I looked around; the waiters were all busy with their own things, and no one noticed our quiet conversation. I stuck out my tongue. My husband patted my back, signaling me to calm down. LZ kept glancing at me, and I felt he had a good impression of me. I consider myself a mature young woman, with the kind of allure that's popular these days. Perhaps, like many others, a meeting with strangers doesn't necessarily mean immediate sex, and we were no exception. My husband suggested we reschedule for another day, perhaps to a nicer place, or maybe just my place. He agreed. He whispered in my ear, "I want to ignite your passion even more..." On my way home, I asked him, "Are we crazy? Why does a simple sexual encounter have to be a threesome?" He asked, "What do you mean?" I asked him, "Won't you regret it? In that situation, could you accept my wantonness being 'trained' by someone else?" He was silent for a long time, then quietly said, "Why do you always have to think so clearly? Do I need to interrogate your soul? We live to be happy, and there are many ways to be happy. I think the devastation of the tsunami has made us realize what 'living for the moment' truly means." Yes, why do I have to think so clearly? My husband finally said, with a hint of resignation, "Actually, I'm selfish. I wanted to see how you were with other men. I wanted to look at you with appreciative eyes and feel your emotions." The following days were quite busy with work, and we barely had sex. Sometimes I thought about it, but seeing him show no interest and wanting to go to sleep, I stopped myself. But I really did want it; several times I even dreamt of being aroused by several men engaging in sexual activity.On Saturday evening, my husband came home from get off work and said he wanted to take me to the beach, and asked me to come along. That is, LZ. The beach in early winter wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined, especially at night; the newly lit streetlights seemed to shiver in the sea breeze. My husband parked the car at the hotel, helped me into the hotel with his hand on my waist, and I felt the warmth of his hand. He whispered in my ear that he was already in room 410. I was surprised and asked, "You arranged this?" He said, "I feel you've been very tired lately, and I wanted you to relax." At that moment, I couldn't say anything more. I felt like a bird on a perch, wanting to be free but bound by something. I understood that the desire to be free stemmed from a week of suppressed emotions in my busy life, while the constraint came from my fear of not knowing my husband's true thoughts. When I opened the door, I saw LZ watching TV. He stood up naturally, like an old friend, and said, "I just arrived too," while keeping an eye on me. On the coffee table next to him were several wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. Honestly, a woman my age wouldn't be conquered by an unmarried young man, neither outwardly nor inwardly, because sex is a necessity of life, not something mysterious. At this moment, my biggest doubt about LZ was: Is he up to the task? Yes, is he up to the task? This is a question every woman involved in or about to engage in a threesome considers. My husband is right; I always like to think things through calmly. Now that we're in this room, it's not a matter of backing down. I smiled and greeted him. The ambiguous lighting in the room and the furnishings on the bed made me feel a little aroused. Reading LZ's recollection, my memory is hazy. My husband said that this kind of matchmaking had been discussed on several dating websites and chat rooms; perhaps without meeting in person, I wouldn't have any recollection. Meeting LZ was our third meeting with the people involved. Once, it was a couple who were planning a swap. But after meeting, the man kept scrutinizing me, spoke somewhat arrogantly, and when they finally reached an agreement at the hotel, they parted ways and never contacted each other again. My husband said he wanted to find a man who appreciated me as much as he did. He and LZ hit it off immediately after meeting, probably because he found LZ acceptable, especially since LZ's gaze wasn't unpleasant to me. Most people conflate sex and love; sex without love is unacceptable, but what is the point of love without sex? I'm the kind of woman who can accept sex without love. Frankly, at this age, most women are thinking about sex; spring is almost over, no need to worry about where the flowers have fallen. After each relaxing sexual encounter, I look incredibly youthful and radiant in the mirror, with a girlish shyness. The night was like a wildly blooming rose. The three of us sat casually drinking together. My husband would occasionally put his arm around my waist. I can't hold my liquor; a little alcohol will knock me out. When my husband kissed me again, I moaned softly and fell into his arms. He gently pushed me against him. I couldn't deny the stimulation of contact with a stranger's body, especially his masculine scent. I wrapped my arms around LZ's neck and kissed him first. My husband had already gone to the bathroom to shower, and we lay on the bed, frantically caressing each other driven by desire. His penis was already very hard… That night, when a woman is facing two men, the slightly intoxicated feeling made me abandon all unacceptable notions; enjoyment was enjoyment. My husband's scent, movements, and the sensations he gave me were all familiar. He was as tender and indulgent as ever, letting me moan. I went to shower. My husband had already stripped me down to just a small bra. That day, I had deliberately chosen a sexy black leopard-print knit bra set; my 34D breasts are the main reason I always like to wear tight clothes. I was positioned in the middle of the bed, anticipating the feast of love. My legs were pressed tightly against my husband's body, and he was kissing my eyelashes and eyelids... Immersed in his wet, passionate kisses, I felt a warm current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but breathe a little louder. Another part of him was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly below, while my breasts were firmly grasped. My breathing became increasingly heavy as the warm current below moved closer to my sensitive areas. Just as I was about to reach my limit, a hard object was inserted into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it, forcefully probing its arrival with my tongue and accepting its fierce assault. Waves of inexplicable sensations came from my lower body. I felt my legs trembling. He was already holding my little bud in his mouth, like a pear blossom gently trembling in the spring drizzle. That warm current was constantly pounding on my sensitive nerves, making my sucking even more intense. I heard a voice moaning and panting loudly; it was so familiar yet so strange. My body writhed joyfully amidst waves of intense stimulation, yet also agonizingly awaited its arrival, almost pleadingly yielding, trying to grasp something, my body twisting endlessly on the edge of emptiness… What is desire? It is an endless, unwilling wait at the threshold of climax; a rainbow about to fall above a small boat on a beautiful lake. The moment he entered, I felt like I was the only woman in the world, as if centuries of waiting had been for this moment. The writhing of my hips, even the yielding of my entire body, could not express my excitement and gratitude. I thanked men, thanked all men. It was our first time together, and I could see he was completely unable to adapt to my intense reaction. Just as I was about to be completely conquered by him, he suddenly pulled away from my body with tremendous force, and I was thrown back into the empty valley. He said somewhat dejectedly that it was too hot inside, and he couldn't withstand the suction she gave me… A familiar force slowly lifted me from the valley, and we became more and more intertwined. My whole body seemed to float in the sky, losing its own strength. My face was flushed, exhaustion permeated every corner of my body, and the lingering disarray and satisfaction after the feast made the room feel somewhat decadent. Even a sunny man like LZ probably never imagined he would give up so inexplicably. Everyone has their own characteristics, and every woman has different characteristics in bed. Different moans and cries, even with the same pleasurable response, have different effects on a man. After showering, he, as radiant as the sun, kissed me into his arms. His lower body, having undergone a brief test, was already accustomed to an opponent like me. I teased him with my tongue, gently biting and nibbling at his hard, smooth, swollen skin. His comfortable breaths reignited my passion. Before me was no longer a foreign object; it was a gift bestowed upon me with boundless adoration and longing. I greedily kissed it, teased it, occasionally stimulating his scrotum and cleavage. I could feel his increasingly intense throbbing and unease, and the occasional, rapid trembling of his thighs. If I were fortunate enough to be a man's opponent, I would do my best to be a good one. And so it was now. He poured all his passion into me, a warm current gushing forth, enveloping my mouth, cheeks, and breasts… In the hazy night, the three of us, like close friends, half-embraced, left the hotel. The internet is truly magical; it can transform bodies that were complete strangers just hours ago into such intimate companions. He kissed my forehead, asking if we would have another chance to meet. I glanced at my husband, simply smiled, and answered. This is a chaotic world, and perhaps some people enjoy this chaos; my husband is one of them. After breaking up with LZ, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how much pleasure I had that night, I couldn't be too blatant because of another man's presence. To be honest, I was a little tired but even more excited. Certain parts of my body were still indulging in those stimuli regardless of the situation; clearly, the extra stimulation was making it impossible for my usually restrained nerves to calm down... His energy exceeded my expectations. He asked me if I was satisfied with that guy, and I vaguely said it was alright, mainly because you were there, my husband, and that made me feel really good. He drove with one hand, and with the other, he pressed me against his genitals, right below the steering wheel. I could feel it still throbbing, as if it were about to burst forth. He leaned forward, wanting me to pull it out, the car still speeding along the wide road… I asked worriedly, "Is this okay?" I was afraid the car would veer off course because of his arousal and my stimulation. He didn't answer, but pressed my head back down. I obediently took it in my mouth, working as usual, my mind blank. I was willing to risk my life for this moment, if it really needed to. He didn't back down because of my cooperation; he became even harder. I hesitated. I shouldn't be responsible for myself, but at least for him. A man had already gone this far for me; I couldn't let him pay the price for my wantonness. It was unnecessary. I quickly looked up from under the steering wheel and kissed him, no longer yielding to his pleas. I loved him. I have no recollection of going up the stairs to get home. He pushed me onto the bed, and that night, it was our first time in years. I've forgotten how many times we went at it, but he said as many as ten.I don't know anymore, because all my nerves and blood were focused on my lower body; I was constantly busy dealing with his ebb and flow. When a threesome ends, who really benefits? Some say the woman, some say a certain man. In truth, the story continues every day in different ways, leaving one feeling either joy or loss; only the person experiencing it truly knows. Men are always trying their best to satisfy both the woman's and their own senses; women are simply pursuing something in a daze. A mature woman seeking this feeling is merely trying to numb her disillusioned spirit. It's just a simple exercise that doesn't require much mental effort.

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