My wife's first date with a single man

This morning, my mind was unusually clear. Listening to Teresa Teng's songs, I slowly began to recall last night's sexual experience. There were still some marks on my body from last night, and my vagina was still a little uncomfortable and sore.
It wasn't my first time with another man, but this time I went out alone with him to a hotel, with my husband's consent, of course. I know my husband loves me very much; as long as I'm happy, he's happy. I feel very happy by his side. Let's call this man Z for now. He was a friend my husband added, and then added me on QQ. Last night, I don't know why, I had a strong urge to have sex. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex with my husband in a long time, or maybe it was because I'd been receiving a lot of sexual signals lately, and I was stimulated and tempted. I want to say that I'm not a woman with a particularly strong sex drive; usually, once is enough for me, and it's usually my husband who insists. But last night was different. My husband sensed that I really needed it, so he found me someone.
From chatting on QQ to actually making love, it only took about three hours. I want to say that sex is sometimes a strange thing. Men rely on sight, women rely on touch, and then two unfamiliar bodies ignite together, engaging in the purest form of sex, not because of feelings, not because of anything else, just because you happen to need it, I happen to need it, and then it happens inexplicably yet naturally. My experience last night was just like that. Z seemed very interested in me. During the video call, I was wearing a bathrobe because I had just showered. Even without taking it off, a bathrobe should make a man's imagination run wild, right? What would my body look like under that robe? All sorts of fantasies can arouse any man's interest, and I think Z was no exception. When we met, it was almost 10:30. It was windy and a bit cold. I didn't act overly enthusiastic at the beginning. Hugging is something reserved for lovers; for two unfamiliar people, politeness is enough. We exchanged a few pleasantries and tried to find topics to talk about to avoid awkwardness. We bought some barbecue and then went to find a nearby hotel.
Thinking that going to a hotel shouldn't seem too awkward, especially since it was so cold, he naturally took my hand. His hand was warmer than mine; I felt a slight warmth from it. Thinking about what was about to happen filled me with excitement. I was already aroused; I could feel my juices overflowing from my underwear. The hotel was surrounded by all sorts of cars; I imagined all sorts of erotic scenes inside—cheating on mistresses, one-night stands, sweet couples. Where did I fall? It was hard to define. Stepping into the hotel, it felt much warmer; the air conditioning was set very high. The receptionists were mostly asleep—well, it was past 11 pm. We got a single room and went up. I forgot to describe Z's build; he was about 1.7 meters tall, not very tall, and of average height. Compared to my husband, he was definitely much shorter. A northern man and a southern man—they were certainly different. While he was taking a shower, I ate some barbecue and chatted with my husband on QQ for a bit. My husband was very concerned about the size of Z's penis, probably wanting me to have more pleasure. A little while later, Z came out, still shyly wrapped in a towel. I later learned it was his first time with someone else. He lay down on the bed and we started being intimate. He slowly undressed me and kissed me. This time, to my surprise, he kissed my earlobe, which tickled me. My husband had kissed my ears before, but it hadn't been this ticklish. Z's hands roamed over my body, from top to bottom. My breasts were quite full and felt great to the touch. I could clearly feel his greed and pleasure. Slowly, his hands moved to my genitals, which were already overflowing with lubrication. He caressed me wantonly, sometimes penetrating, sometimes withdrawing, driving me wild. I desperately wanted a big penis to enter me immediately, to fill that inescapable emptiness. I reached out and touched Z's penis; it was hard. I thought it was time. I gave him a condom, and after he put it on, he thrust in powerfully. I was instantly filled, he on top, me on the bottom – this was the first position we tried. Z had probably been suppressing his desires for too long; he was very excited, and I felt each of his thrusts was powerful. I freely released my desires, enjoying the pleasure of being a woman. Later, we tried doggy style, but I found that Z's penis kept slipping out, so we had to give up. His penis was thick but not long enough; during his thrusts, I always felt something was missing. In the end, he surrendered first, while my desire was still burning, and he stroked me with his hand. At that moment, I missed my husband's penis a little, because my husband's penis could penetrate deeply, which would feel very comfortable and pleasurable. After a while of tenderness, when Z's penis was aroused, we started our second round, this time me on top and him on the bottom. This was a sex position Z had never tried before, which made him even more excited. I felt his penis become harder and thicker, my vagina was slowly being filled, and I moved up and down vigorously on top of him. My eyes were a little dazed, my breasts jiggled in the air, my hair was falling loose—everything felt so real. He held my buttocks, helping me move up and down, my hands resting on his chest. I like this; my husband knows that. Besides, my husband's chest is more developed than his, and it feels better to touch. I like touching men's chests, haha. Being on top gives me a feeling of conquering a man; sometimes I like this position. Perhaps the intense piston-like movements made my vagina feel a little uncomfortable; the sensation wasn't very noticeable during the act, but later, as the desire subsided, I felt it deeply. Finally, after more than ten minutes of intense activity, Z ejaculated again. Z said he was very satisfied because his wife had just given birth, and he hadn't experienced such a tight vagina in a long time. Hearing this made me very happy. I think I need to continue exercising to maintain this tight feeling and make my husband happy.
This reminded me of my first time with my husband. I was very afraid of sex then because it hurt so much, and it wasn't until many times that I gradually got used to it. This time, I felt that same feeling again. It's a bit of a shame that Z's penis wasn't long enough to penetrate deeply, which made me, who's used to deep penetration, feel a little uncomfortable. I'll stop here. I'm going to wait patiently for my husband to come home, and then we'll go wild together. I'm going to give him oral sex to make it up to him. Husband, I love you.
This reminds me of my first time with my husband. I was very afraid of sex then because it hurt a lot, and it took many times to gradually get used to it. This time, I felt that feeling again. It's a bit of a shame that Z's penis wasn't long enough to penetrate deeply, which made me, who's used to deep penetration, feel a little uncomfortable. I'll stop here. I'm going to wait patiently for my husband to come home, and then we'll go wild together. I'm going to give him oral sex to make it up to him. Husband, I love you.

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