[A peculiar experience my husband gave me]

My Husband's Unique Experience with Me

This was a unique experience that left me feeling deeply, excitedly, and

joyfully .

I owe my discovery of this website, becoming a loyal reader and able to share my feelings, all thanks to my

husband. He brought me into this virtual online world, allowing me to boldly experience and enjoy

life. Of course, I also want to thank the moderators.

Couple swapping was something I had never heard of before, let alone actually done, before I knew about the internet

. Here, I saw success stories and saw hope, and I dreamed of

trying . But as a woman raised in a traditional environment, I couldn't tell anyone about this dream; I could only

fantasize and indulge in it.

Perhaps because of our many years of marriage and deep understanding, my husband sent out information about couple swapping after obtaining my consent

. Instantly, messages flooded our inboxes like a tidal wave. The emails from people wanting to participate in the swap were dazzling

. Looking at those blush-inducing, heart-pounding, and exciting words, I saw exciting scenes flashing before my eyes

. However, precisely because of the virtual nature of the internet, very few couples could actually commit to this exchange,

which kept us from fulfilling our wish.

Then a message appeared that I found laughable: an unmarried young man wanted to participate in our game,

saying he could be both an actor and an audience member. It was this ridiculous message that turned my dream into reality. My

husband then discussed the topic with him, and I occasionally chatted with him on QQ. Gradually, we found

common ground and a shared desire (the pursuit of sexual pleasure). When we felt the conditions were right, we

arranged to meet on the weekend. He was of medium build, fairly well-proportioned, and somewhat thin; his appearance was acceptable to both of us. Having sex with a stranger in front

of my husband was something I had never dared to imagine, much less do, but with my husband's encouragement, I accepted this unheard-of threesome game. After meeting, being strangers, I was initially a little reserved, but we were both adults and knew how to get into our roles. While I was showering, he suggested to my husband that we spend some time alone so I could break free from societal constraints. My husband politely declined, trusting I would reciprocate. However, he later maintained his composure and avoided us for the time being. 　　After leaving the bathroom, I wore a t-shirt and underwear, showcasing my mature, alluring figure to the fullest. He leaned close to me, and we sat together on the computer, looking at passionate conversations on an adult forum, occasionally discussing interesting anecdotes. 　　He placed his hands on my thighs, gently caressing them, and lightly kissed . I felt his warm breath and rapid breathing, and involuntarily responded. I arched my back, tilted my head back, and offered him my fair skin from my neck to my full breasts. Everything felt so natural and harmonious. He kissed me, his hands slowly roaming over my body. I also caressed his body; his taut muscles appeared more agile, youthful, and powerful compared to my husband's somewhat overweight physique. 　　To appear mature and composed, I refrained from touching his genitals. 　　His mouth moved to my breasts, sucking on my right nipple like a hungry infant, while his hands kneaded my other breast. His mouth was so powerful; as he sucked, I felt as if milk was being drawn out, my breasts spasming, accompanied by the warm breath, and I felt my whole body swell, like a burning hot balloon soaring into the vast sky. Forgetting all restraint, I reached for his genitals with both hands. Wow! Such a hard, hard penis, as hard as iron, proud and erect, like a rocket about to launch, welcoming my arrival. 　　I grabbed it, squeezing it hard, while my other hand grasped his testicles. My lips slid to his chest, licking his skin with my tongue. He yelled, forcefully dragging me away from the computer desk, and we both fell onto the bed, eagerly embracing each other. I cupped his penis in my hands and slowly licked it from top to bottom with my tongue. His glans was red and slowly oozed fluid. I smeared this fluid on my nipples and let him lick it clean. 　　Just then, my husband came in. Seeing our passion, he was extremely excited, his penis bulging as if . I also felt very hot and wet down there; fluid had already flowed out. He looked at my husband and then inserted his large, long penis into my vagina, thrusting violently until it reached my G-spot. Then my husband started sucking on my nipples. Wow! So good! Mmm, ah, oh… I kept moaning, simultaneously sucking on my husband's penis with my mouth, swallowing and spitting it out rhythmically. I heard my husband and him making excited sounds, and I felt waves of heat gushing from my vagina—my orgasm had arrived. 　　Then he pulled out his penis, and my husband took over. He teased my breasts, and my husband got excited. He inserted his penis into my vagina and started thrusting nine times shallowly and once deeply. He also squatted down above my head and put his testicles in my mouth . I held his penis with my hand, stroked it, and sucked his testicles with my mouth. 　　At this moment, our cries of pleasure rose and fell... My husband and I both reached orgasm at the same time. My husband yelled "Wow!" and ejaculated a lot of semen. He was also very excited. He pulled me up from the bed, made me kneel on the bed, and inserted his penis into me from behind. Ah, ah, with his rhythmic thrusting, looking at my breasts swaying and bouncing , I cried out loudly, "Mmm, ah..." Without missing the opportunity, I sucked my husband's still erect penis into my mouth, swallowing and sucking it. Oh, ah... He penetrated me very deeply, each thrust hitting my uterus. Ah... I yelled to my husband that I was going to ejaculate. Ah, I felt a hot stream shooting out from deep inside my vagina, hitting his penis, while my mouth was sucking on my husband's penis. At that moment, the rhythm of his thrusting inside me obviously increased. Oh, he also ejaculated forcefully, and my husband's penis, which was in my mouth, also ejaculated again. I accidentally swallowed it all . 　　At that moment, I felt like a carp spirit whose essence had been drained, slowly collapsing onto the bed, completely unable to move. Lying there, I slowly savored the feeling of being fucked by two men. My husband gave me a familiar feeling, while he gave me a fresh, strange, and unfamiliar feeling. It was precisely these two feelings, one familiar and one unfamiliar, intertwined that gave me an unprecedented second orgasm.

In the time that followed, he lay flat on the bed, and I nestled against his chest, savoring the moment. He said, "Let's see how long

it takes to get hard." I, however, was lazy and started stroking his penis with my hand, thinking that

might speed things up. Sure enough, it started to react, and I felt a surge of pride, but he pulled my hand

away, preventing me from touching it. So I gave up, resting my head on his chest and chatting with him. Perhaps because of

that experience, our conversations were more natural now, and we no longer hid our sexual topics. I told him about my online relationships without any reservations

.

That was the year I first went online. Driven by curiosity about the internet and a longing for the opposite sex, I became engrossed in the world of "Middle Age" on

Bihai Yinsha . I met several mature men from other places (all more than ten years older than me). At

their age, they had all experienced the Cultural Revolution, the Down to the Countryside Movement, and the first college entrance exams and job hunting after the Great Leap Forward

.

It was precisely these turbulent life experiences that led them to waste the prime of their lives. Although they are now successful in

their careers , they suffer from sexual pain. Their wives are either frigid or going through menopause,

showing no sexual desire for them. The monotony of life and the yearning for passion drove them to the internet to seek excitement.

Perhaps by chance, we became friends, close friends of the opposite sex who could talk about anything.

When they talked to me about sex, they felt so young, so passionate, so full of energy and

impulse, so eager to have sex with women. I, too, was in a specific period of yearning for mature care,

so we hit it off and exchanged phone numbers, switching from online to telephone communication. Telephone communication is

a transformation from indirect to direct communication, turning the virtual world of the internet into a real feeling. So,

during about sex, we couldn't help but try having sex over the phone, and simultaneously maintained this "intimacy" with several men.

However, they were not satisfied with this kind of spiritual nourishment; they wanted to experience me firsthand, the one who captivated them.

Thus met in person and had sex for the first time.

He was the one I was most infatuated with, and I was her one and only. Online, we

felt like we'd known each other forever. He was successful in his career but lacked a fulfilling sex life; our shared interests and pursuits made us friends.

After a business trip, he made a detour to see me. In our previous interactions, his mature

baritone voice and rich life experience had led me to fantasize about his appearance (tall, imposing, strong,

handsome).

However, the internet is ultimately an illusion, and meeting him in person felt like a shattered mirror;

he couldn't match the image in my mind, and a strange disappointment welled up within me. During our subsequent conversations, we rediscovered our connection;

that familiar feeling suddenly returned. We both felt a longing, but neither of us expressed it.

Time was running out; the time for our breakup was drawing near. He seemed to have made a huge decision and

said to me, "Let me take a good look at you." Without waiting for my response, he turned my body towards him, staring intently

at me. Out of politeness, I turned my eyes back to him. He repeated everything he had said to me on the phone

, his rapid breathing making it all too familiar. We couldn't help but embrace.

He was filled with excitement and passion, his hands roaming over my body, searching for what he desired. His lips,

his tongue, his rapid breaths, and his hard erection pressing against my lower abdomen overwhelmed me. I yielded and fell onto the bed.

Everything felt so natural, like a couple separated for days. We began our first time.

When my mature, voluptuous body was revealed before him, he couldn't control himself. He cupped my breasts in his hands and

suckled them passionately, with such force and abandon. I felt a strange excitement and stimulation,

responding to him, responding to him, my gentle lips brushing against his ear, my hands

caressing his body. I felt a warm current slowly flowing from my lower body. He lifted his head, his lips moving to

my face, his hands sliding down my lower abdomen to my genitals, encountering the newly released fluid—his long-awaited

fluid couldn't resist inserting his penis.

Perhaps it was the lubrication of long-awaited love fluid, but he seemed twenty years younger, thrusting so fiercely,

once , twice… Oh, ah, I couldn't help but let out cries of pleasure,

hooking my legs tightly around his back, my vagina contracting rhythmically. Ah, I heard him shout, his body

slamming heavily, then he collapsed on top of me—he ejaculated… We lay quietly on the bed like that.

After a while, he apologized, saying he was too excited and couldn't control himself. Yes, it was too fast; I didn't

have time to fully savor it. Perhaps that's the difference in age.

But I still didn't let him go, slowly licking his chest, between his breasts, occasionally sucking hard

. Each time I sucked, he would excitedly and comfortably utter an "Oh," and his penis would respond.

Then I slowly licked down his abdomen, reaching his penis, and took it into my mouth, licking the glans with the tip of my tongue. I

sucked hard, spat it out, sucked again, spat again, while my breasts swayed

in front of my chest with the movement of my head. All of this excited him again, and his penis quickly became hard. I seized the opportunity to sit

on him, moving up and down, back and forth, three circles to the left, three circles to the right. It felt so good! Oh, he couldn't help but suck on my swaying breasts

again , and we orgasmed almost simultaneously. Afterwards, he said that

he hadn't had two orgasms in such a short time in many years.

When I told him this, he got excited too, and his penis returned to normal. I sat on him and repeated the actions I

described , and he followed my rhythm, thrusting hard from below. My husband held my

breasts from behind and kissed my lips. Wow, it was so exciting!

Then he placed me on the bed, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and thrust his penis

into uterus was being pierced. I wanted to dodge, to escape, but I was too weak to run. I

looked to my husband for help, but he used his strong hands to hold my hands firmly on the bed,

greedily . At that moment, I felt only the pain after intense stimulation; my body felt like it no longer belonged to me.

Later, they switched positions, and my husband was on top. I was numb with excitement and didn't know

how many times they switched. They knelt on the bed and made me suck their penises, but how could I suck two

swollen penises at the same time? I could only alternate sucking, perhaps sucking from left to right, occasionally letting both penises...

They were incredibly excited when they met, making noises. He asked if we could insert it together. Good heavens, that

means vagina and anus at the same time! I quickly shook my head, saying no, no. He then told my husband, "You go first,"

but my husband insisted. So I knelt on the bed, my mouth on my husband's penis, and he entered me from behind, gripping

my waist with both hands and thrusting hard. Oh, oh, I let out an even louder scream than before. He said, "Scream, scream,

even if you scream the house down, no one will care."

He thrust harder and harder, while I felt like I was standing on a mountaintop, about to jump off, experiencing

the thrill of bungee jumping. Ah, ah, I was sweating profusely, feeling myself about to ejaculate again. As the fluid, like urine,

gushed from my vagina again, he thrust even harder. Oh, oh... the climax came, and semen gushed from his

body . Ah, so beautiful! How synchronized it was for all three of us to reach orgasm. And I, too,

collapsed motionless onto the bed once more.

That night, I slept between two men. My husband placed my hands on their penises, one on each side.

When I touched them, my hands recoiled as if electrocuted. I was afraid—afraid they would get hard again, afraid

they would send me to another climax.

At dawn, we enjoyed another threesome climax.

Yes, it was a unique and unforgettable experience. Although we didn't fulfill

our wish , it gave me a different kind of sexual experience—so stimulating, so exciting. I sincerely

thank my husband for creating this opportunity for me. Thank you! My dear husband!

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