Threesome is an experience that's hard to describe.

For many years, our married life has been harmonious. However, for the past year or so, I've felt a surge in my libido. After one time, I want it again, but my husband is no longer able to satisfy me. He loves me, but this constant unsatisfaction makes me very irritable at work during the day.
This continued until after the Lunar New Year. One evening after work, he mysteriously said to me, "How about I find you another one?" I didn't immediately understand and asked what he meant. He said another hunky guy. 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'd actually do it myself.
To be honest, my desires are so strong that only two men, or even one more, can satisfy me. The feeling after an orgasm is so comfortable and refreshing, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily. I haven't felt this way in a long time... In the following days, he kept bringing it up again. I was very grateful to my husband. He completely abandoned traditional Chinese values and put my physical pleasure first. I was truly grateful to him.
He asked me what kind of man I liked, and I said, "Someone like you, but he must have strong sexual ability, otherwise there's no point."
That day after work, my husband said he would take me out for Western food and to meet a friend. That was the day I met LZ. In the dimly lit restaurant, ambiguous music drifted in. It wasn't too crowded, and we found a window seat. Outside, there was a parking lot and lush greenery; I could see our black sky and the cars coming and going.
My husband gazed at me tenderly. I didn't dare look at him. I was a little confused about the man I'd spent so many years with, even doubting whether he truly loved me. But his eyes told me he cherished me deeply.
I waited anxiously. Then, my husband received a phone call and said, "He's here." A moment later, a man in his late twenties was standing beside us. He wasn't handsome, but rather well-proportioned, about 1.75 meters tall and weighing over 70 kilograms. Thankfully, he wasn't unpleasant to look at.
He looked at me amicably, and my husband also appeared amicable. Clearly, at that moment, our attitudes, especially my husband's, were crucial. I was like a rabbit; any displeased sound or glance from him 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 restaurant decorations. Finally, my husband gently asked LZ if he had ever had a similar experience before. He vaguely said he 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. I wondered to myself, could this man satisfy me?
My husband was very frank, saying, "She's very strong and dedicated, there shouldn't be any problems. My only concern is whether you and I can satisfy her." LZ said it mainly depends on how well the two men cooperate.
I looked around; the waiters were all busy attending to their own business, and no one noticed our quiet conversation. I stuck out my tongue, and my husband patted my back, signaling me to calm down. LZ kept glancing at me; I felt he had a good impression of me. I considered myself a mature young woman, with the kind of allure that's popular these days.
Perhaps like many people, meeting strangers doesn't necessarily mean sleeping together immediately. It was the same for us. My husband suggested that we make time to meet again another day, at a nicer place, or maybe at my place. He agreed. My husband whispered to me, "I want to ignite your desire even more..."
On the way home, I said to 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 promiscuity under someone else's guidance?"
He was silent for a long time, then quietly said, "Why do you always have to think so clearly? Do I need to interrogate my soul? We live for happiness, and there are many ways to be happy. I think the devastation of the tsunami has made us realize what it means to enjoy life while we can." Yes
! Why do I have to think so clearly?
My husband finally said with a sense of relief, "Actually, I'm selfish. I want to see how you are with other men. I want to look at you with appreciative eyes and feel you."
The next few days were busy with work, and we hardly had any intimacy. Sometimes I wanted to, but seeing that he showed no interest and wanted to sleep, I gave up. But I really did want to; several times I dreamed of being aroused by several men's stimulating behavior.
On Saturday evening, my husband came home from work and said he wanted to take me to the beach, saying he wanted to go with me, which is LZ.
The beach in early winter wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined, especially at night; the newly lit lights seemed somewhat shrunken by the sea breeze. My husband parked the car at the hotel, supported my waist as we entered, and I felt the warmth of his hand.
My husband whispered in my ear, "He's already in room 410." I asked in surprise, "Did you arrange this?" He said, "I felt you were very tired lately, and I wanted you to relax a bit." At that moment, I couldn't say anything more. I felt like a bird on a perch, wanting to let go yet bound by something.
I understood that the desire to let go stemmed from a week of suppressed emotions in my hectic life, while the constraint came from my fear of not understanding my husband's true thoughts.
Pushing open the door, I saw LZ watching TV. He stood up naturally, like an old friend, and said, "I just arrived too," while keeping his eyes on me. On the coffee table next to him were several wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.
Deep down, a woman my age wouldn't be conquered by an unmarried young man, neither outwardly nor inwardly, because I see sex as a necessity of life, not something mysterious. Now, with LZ in front of me, my biggest doubt is: Is he up to the task? Yes, is he up to the task? This is the question every woman involved in or about to engage in a threesome must consider.
My husband is right; I always prefer to consider things calmly. Now that I'm in this room, it's not a matter of backing down. I smiled, greeted him, and the ambiguous lighting in the room and the furnishings on the bed stirred something within me.
Seeing LZ's recollection, my memory is hazy. My husband said that this kind of dating had been discussed on several dating websites and chat rooms, and perhaps without meeting in person, I wouldn't have any recollection.
Meeting LZ was our third meeting with the person involved; once it was a couple. They originally wanted to exchange partners, but after meeting, the man kept scrutinizing me, spoke somewhat arrogantly, and later, when discussing which hotel to choose, they couldn't reach an agreement and parted ways, losing contact.
My husband said he wanted to find a man who appreciated me like he did, and he and LZ hit it off immediately after meeting, probably because he found her acceptable! Besides, I didn't find LZ's gaze unpleasant.
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 focused on sex; spring is almost over, and there's 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 is like a wildly blooming rose. The three of us sit casually together drinking. My husband occasionally puts his arm around my waist. I don't drink much; 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 onto him. I couldn't deny the stimulation of touching a stranger's body, especially his masculine scent. I hugged 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 lower body was already very hard… That night, when a woman faces two men, the slightly intoxicated feeling made me discard 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. LZ went to shower, and my husband had already stripped me down to just a small bra. That day, I had specifically chosen a sexy black leopard print knit bra set; my 34D bust is the main reason I always like to wear tight clothes.
I was placed in the middle of the bed, anticipating the feast of sex. My legs were pressed tightly against my husband's body, and he was kissing my eyelashes and eyelids incessantly… Immersed in his wet, passionate kisses, I felt a warm sensation coursing through my body. I couldn't help but raise my voice a little. He was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly below from the front, and my breasts were being firmly grasped.
My breathing became increasingly heavy as the warmth below continued to move 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 pushing it away with my tongue and accepting his fierce, repeated assaults.
A series of inexplicable sensations surged from my lower body. I felt my legs trembling. He was already holding my tiny bud, like a pear blossom gently trembling in the spring drizzle. That warmth was constantly stimulating my sensitive nerves, making my sucking even more intense. I heard a sound moaning and panting loudly; it was so familiar yet so strange.
My body writhed joyfully in waves of intense stimulation, yet also anxiously awaited its arrival, almost pleadingly responding, trying to grasp something. My body writhed on the edge of emptiness… What was this desire? It was the cusp of climax, an endless, reluctant wait; on the enchanting lake, above a small boat, a rainbow about to fall.
Waiting for his entry, I felt like I was the only woman in the world, as if centuries of waiting had been for this moment. The swaying of my hips, even the welcoming of my entire body, couldn't express my excitement and gratitude. I thanked men, thanked all men.
It was our first time together, and I could see he was completely overwhelmed by my intense reaction. Just as I was about to be completely conquered, he suddenly pulled away as if lifting a thousand pounds, leaving me plunging into an empty abyss. He said somewhat dejectedly, "It's too hot in there, I can't withstand the suction it gives me..."
A familiar force slowly lifted me from the depths of despair, and we became more and more intertwined. My whole body seemed to float in the sky, losing its own strength. My face was flushed, and exhaustion filled every corner of my body. The disarray and satisfaction after the feast made the room somewhat decadent.
Even a radiant man like LZ probably never imagined he would give up so inexplicably. Everyone has their own characteristics, and every woman has different characteristics during intercourse. Different moans and cries, even with the same pleasurable response, all 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 with my teeth, rubbing against 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, a object of boundless adoration and longing. I greedily kissed and teased it, occasionally stroking the two sacs and the crevice below. I could feel his increasingly intense throbbing and unease, and the occasional, rapid trembling of his thighs. If I am fortunate enough to be a man's opponent, I will do my utmost to be a good one, and this moment is no exception.
He poured all his passion onto me, a warm stream flowing over my lips, cheeks, and chest… In the hazy night, the three of us half-embraced each other like best friends as we left the hotel. The internet is truly magical; it can make bodies that were complete strangers just hours ago so intimate.
LZ kissed my forehead and asked if we'd have a chance to meet again. I looked at my husband; he just smiled in response. This is a chaotic world, and perhaps some people enjoy this chaos; my husband is one of them.
After parting ways with LZ, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how much pleasure I had tonight, I couldn't be too overtly affectionate 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 relentlessly stimulating me, and the extra stimulation was clearly making it impossible for my usually well-behaved nerves to calm down... His energy was beyond my imagination. My husband asked me if I was satisfied with that guy, and I vaguely replied, "It's alright, mainly because you're here, I feel really good."
He was driving 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 was about to burst out. He leaned forward, wanting me to pull it out, while the car continued speeding along the wide road... I said worriedly, "Is this okay?" I was worried that the speeding car would veer off course because of his excitement and my stimulation.
He didn't answer me, but pressed my head back down. I obediently took it in my mouth, working as usual. My mind was blank; I was willing to risk my life for this moment, if it truly required it.
He didn't back down because of my cooperation; he became even harder. I hesitated, not taking responsibility 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 own wantonness. It was unnecessary.
I quickly looked up, kissed him from under the steering wheel, and refused to yield to his pleas. I loved him.
I have no recollection of going up the stairs to get home. He pushed me onto the bed… That night, it was our first time in years. I've forgotten how many times we did it; he said ten times, but I don't know, because my nerves and blood were all focused on my lower body. I was busy responding to his thrusts.
In the end, who truly benefits from the threesome? Some say the woman, others say a certain man.
In truth, the story continues daily in different ways, bringing feelings of joy or disappointment, known only to the body's owner. Men are always trying to satisfy both the woman's and their own senses; women, in their aimless pursuit, seek only to numb their own disillusionment—it's merely a simple exercise that requires no mental effort.
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