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At my first party, I was filled with fear and dread. I didn't even know how to dress myself. That evening, I had no idea what I wore or how to dress properly before getting into the car. In fact, I didn't even know where the party was. When I arrived, I saw a couple inside, who seemed to be the hosts.
They introduced me to the other guests, but my husband already knew them. I noticed they weren't nervous at all; they were completely at ease. They spoke naturally, as if it were a casual gathering of friends.
I felt abandoned; even my husband didn't show any concern or attention. After a while, they seemed to be anticipating new topics and activities, while my mind went completely blank. Later, I wondered what I would become in a little while. Then, I suddenly thought I should leave quickly. If I didn't stop now, I didn't know what would become of me.
But soon I realized that wasn't the case. After half an hour, when there was nothing left to talk about, and after having a drink, the host couple suggested getting down to business.
I wanted to leave at this point, but I couldn't. I knew that if I left, my marriage with my husband might end. I loved my husband too much; I couldn't do that.
I thought to myself: This must be an old-fashioned gathering, where everyone finds a partner and then goes to their own place for a tryst. I would be alone with a strange man; I would go crazy. However, the way these people exchanged themselves was truly unusual; they started right there in the guest room. This was a scene I had never seen before.
Everyone began to undress. It wasn't as terrible as I had imagined, because everyone was undressing, and I felt it would be impolite not to. I followed suit, taking off my clothes until I was completely naked.
The room was dimly lit and warm, but I trembled uncontrollably. And everything began in this state of dread.
Everyone had taken their positions in the living room and started having sex. I had never imagined such a scene in my life, and I began to watch them with curiosity. I saw two people not far from me, embracing and caressing each other; their actions made my heart pound. My face and body began to burn like fire, and I forgot I was watching others; instead, I was doing what they were doing.
Vaguely, I noticed a man approaching me. He said something to me, but I can't remember what he said. Then his hands reached out to me; it was as if he had a hundred hands and a thousand arms. He touched every part of my body, but I didn't really feel anything. I watched the couples having sex, their passionate movements, and I couldn't help but feel aroused. His hands only made me hotter.
Yes, I must have had some reaction, because I was unknowingly sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued to caress my breasts and my thighs. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sexual arousal than before. I stopped watching others' actions and focused on my own. I ignored my partner's appearance and name; I knew he was a man, a man with a very developed genital system. I let him enter me, feeling his thick, hot penis, penetrating deep into my vagina.
Then, I happened to see my husband. He was naked and tightly embracing another woman, a beautiful woman I didn't recognize. She was straddling my husband, her legs spread, twisting and writhing. I guessed my husband's penis was inside her, and both of them looked extremely satisfied, practically in ecstasy.
I felt like I was in heaven too. I began to drift into a dazed state. I hugged the man tightly, mimicking the woman in my husband's arms, desperately rubbing and stroking his penis with my vagina.
After a while, the man picked me up and placed me on the sofa. He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs high, and then thrust his thick, hard penis deep into my vagina, pumping wildly. His movements took me to places I had never been before. I didn't know if he was enjoying me or I was enjoying him; I seemed to be on a series of waves of pleasure.
When it was all over, I lay weakly on the ground, closed my eyes, and recalled the pleasure of having sex with the man. I couldn't believe that what I had been so afraid of was now reliving. I was no longer afraid; I felt an incomparable pleasure, a pleasure my husband had never given me.

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