My Desire for Sexual Happiness

My Desire for Sexual Happiness (Part 1)

I am just an ordinary woman, easily satisfied, living a simple

life, believing that love is everything. I am grateful, still grateful,

enjoying the wonderful world of my husband's boundless love. I have reaped all the sexual happiness I desire, which transforms into beautiful bubbles,

infinitely !

A few months ago, I stayed by the side of a friend who had recently broken up with her boyfriend, silently supporting her. I haven't experienced

true heartbreak, so I can't truly understand

the despair she felt after her breakup, indulging in casual sex with men. I only knew that anything I said at that time would be hurtful, because while she was in pain, I was possessing

what she craved. Women are easily insecure, and women are even more prone to pride, because women are vain! She

always asked me, "Are we proving our love with our bodies, or proving our bodies with our love?" This was a

very complicated question for me, and I could only answer her, "As long as you're happy, it

doesn't matter who's proving whom!"

Her name is Yunyun, two years younger than me. I've known her for almost two years. She's beautiful but proud; maybe all beautiful

girls are proud. Back then, she said she wanted to have several relationships while she was young, while I blankly replied that

I just wanted to find a stable place to settle down while I was young. I found my husband and happiness as I wished, but Yunyun

's life became dissolute after her first man left her. She always said disdainfully, "Love is proven

with the body." Looking at her, I felt heartbroken and wanted to cry. She often told me how many men were infatuated with her,

how much she enjoyed that vanity and that thrilling pleasure. She took recklessly but forgot that she was also giving. In the eyes of many men,

such a woman was just a plaything, and I

knew that even my husband was tempted by her beautiful face and voluptuous figure.

People are always like this; they want to possess anything that doesn't belong to them.

Although my husband had never mentioned his feelings, I was naturally aware of them

. I felt somewhat guilty that he allowed me to enjoy sexual pleasure. But after all, they were friends, and at this time, any thoughts I had would seem like taking advantage of him,

even though Yunyun had long viewed sex as a game. It wasn't until I went to work in a white-collar job and read many members' stories that

I gradually gained the courage to try and do something for my husband.

When we returned from our vacation in September, I told my husband my idea. I could see a mixture of surprise and

doubt on his face. I knew it was a risk, because Yunyun was a friend in my life, and I knew

how satisfying it would be for a woman who craved love to conquer her best friend's husband—women are vain! Yunyun had said

more than once that I was lucky, and her eyes were always full of envy when she mentioned my husband. Although it was a risk, I also knew that there was

a high probability that she would be willing to be sexually intimate with my husband. My husband, of course, didn't object to my idea. He just kept telling

me that if I felt even a little uncomfortable, I shouldn't force myself, because he was always worried that I would get hurt.

In the days that followed, I started frequently inviting Yunyun to my house for meals. She always loved my cooking, saying it tasted

like home. She said she wished she could move in with me. I started to feel suspicious, and

seeing my husband chatting happily with her added a sour feeling that made me feel depressed. I began to hesitate.

Could I really watch the man I loved touch another woman and be crazy about another woman's body?

Two months passed. I had no heart for taking photos or posting on social media. I still remember the torment I

endured , but no one knew, not even my husband. Until the middle of this month, I was still

hesitant and didn't tell Yunyun anything. On November 18th, my husband went to Hong Kong, and I called Yunyun to come over

and keep me company. She slept with me that night. Women are often more explicit about sex than men. We lay in

bed and started talking about men. She kept talking about her exciting sexual experiences. Later, she started asking me

about my husband and me. When I told her that my husband often made me urinate uncontrollably, she seemed very excited and asked me

what it felt like. I told her, "I wanted to die at that moment."

She said, almost to herself, "I've never felt that way when I orgasm."

There was a hint .

Then she laughed and asked me, "Do you have any porn on your computer?"

"Yeah, a lot, all downloaded by my husband, but it feels weird that I've never watched them with a girl." I

was a little embarrassed.

She laughed again, "What's so weird about it? Just watch some. You can't sleep anyway. See what

kind of movies your husband usually watches." I turned on the computer and randomly clicked on a movie. Japanese porn doesn't have much of a plot; it always starts

like that. We watched it while gossiping about which woman had pretty breasts, and then kept

fast-forwarding until we finished the movie. I thought it wasn't good and turned it off. Who knew she'd insist I watch another

one? I clicked on another one, but it was censored and had Chinese subtitles. Judging from the dialogue, it was a South Korean film, and some

scenes didn't start with sex. Later, when the two beautiful female protagonists started touching each other,

I actually felt a little awkward. I don't know when, but Yunyun and I stopped talking. She was silent, which made me

even more embarrassed. My mind was a mess. It was the first time I'd watched a film like this alone with a girl, and I didn't know whether to

turn it off or continue watching in this awkward atmosphere.

I whispered to her, "Do you still want to watch? Let's turn it off, it's a bit weird."

"Look, look, these two women are very pretty," she said.

She continued, "Do you find it disgusting?"

"It's okay, I think it's quite beautiful when it's girls with girls, but I'd find it disgusting when it's guys," I

replied .

"Let me ask you something, what if—I mean, what if—you had to try it, would you dare?" Her tone

seemed a little serious.

"…………" I didn't know how to answer her.

In the movie, a girl was slowly licking another girl's nipple with her tongue. The soft

moans made me feel an indescribable shyness. Good heavens, I was watching porn with a female friend and

I actually felt something! This feeling was different from anything I'd felt with any man before. It wasn't an eager

demand or desire; it was like being touched in a sensitive spot, becoming incredibly soft yet too embarrassing to talk about. I

subconsciously squeezed my legs together.

"Can I hug you?" Yunyun asked.

Without waiting for my reply, she hugged me from behind. I felt her body was very hot. I didn't speak,

my heart was pounding faster and faster, I felt dizzy, and I started to feel confused. What was I doing? What would happen next?

The moans of girls from movies kept echoing in my ears, and I clearly felt my body beginning to crave something. But

what was I craving? I felt Yunyun move her arms away from my chest, and she gently stroked my back.

Her hands were so soft, her fingertips gliding across my skin as softly as the wind, completely different from a man's hand.

What was wrong with me? I seemed to be somewhat intoxicated, but a feeling of shame kept haunting me. Yes,

it was the feeling of shame. I started to come to my senses, and I remembered what my initial purpose was.

I turned and grabbed her hand, mustering my courage and trying to appear calm, saying, "What are you doing? Testing me, or do you really want it

that much ? If you're really that thirsty, I'll lend you my husband."

She pulled her hand away and said disdainfully, "If you want, sure, but I need you

here ."

She looked serious, not like she was arguing with me, so I quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Okay, I'll bet you.

Don't leave tomorrow; wait for my husband to come back."

"Okay," she still said dismissively.

I shut down the computer, and we remained silent, waiting for my husband to come home the next day…

I'm not even sure if I'm really doing this for my husband or if I have ulterior motives, because I know that if

I were there watching them being sexy, I wouldn't just be an observer. It wasn't until the next day, after the three of us had our fun, that I

realized Yunyun was much more open-minded than I thought. I know that such experiences are nothing special for white-collar workers;

many members have experienced similar excitement countless times, but for me, it was so unforgettable. That

wonderful feeling is probably hard to come by again. If you haven't had a similar experience, you may never understand, and might even find it

unbelievable. Bubble wrote it down, still rambling, because every word contained

the feeling , and Bubble felt heartbroken if even one word was missing.

(II)

When I opened my eyes in the morning, it was bright sunshine again. Southern cities are like this; you can't see fallen leaves or

snow-covered landscapes. Yunyun was still sleeping. She looked so well-behaved while sleeping, like a child. I always feel sorry for

women like this. She is clearly a lovely girl, yet she lives such a miserable life for a man who doesn't appreciate her. I stared at her, somewhat

lost in thought . Perhaps God has arranged many paths for everyone, but the path to happiness is rare.

Afraid of waking her by tossing and turning in bed, I quietly got up to take a shower. Thinking of

the promise I made with Yunyun last night, I felt a little depressed. The sound of running water made me feel a little dazed, and as my hand slid across my skin, I couldn't help but feel sad.

Perhaps, just tonight I'll witness my husband's hands, which have caressed me a thousand times, caressing another woman.

And this woman is my good friend, a more beautiful and alluring woman than me, and more importantly, she can give anyone

the novelty they crave. I start imagining my husband's excited and stimulating expression. Aside from a slight ache in my chest, I don't feel the same

desire I had last night while watching porn. I don't know if the sunlight is making me more awake, or if the dark desires in my heart only dare

to hide in the night.

After showering, I casually put on my husband's t-shirt and habitually went to the kitchen to boil milk. My husband said I

need to drink milk every day, so I obediently force myself to drink it every day. Today, I can't help but

think of my husband, with a touch of sadness.

"You look so sexy like this, your hair is wet, and the sunlight is just right on the short downy hair on the back of your neck. If I were

a man definitely wouldn't be able to resist wanting to sleep with you, haha." I don't know when, but that girl woke up and stood

behind me, laughing as she spoke.

I wanted to turn around and yell at her, but when I turned around, I saw her shirtless, wearing only a pair of cartoon-patterned

panties. I was stunned.

"Get me one of your pajamas, please," she complained. "It's a bit cold."

I snapped out of my daze, poured her a glass of milk, and handed it to her. "Wait a minute, have some milk first, I'll go get it for you."

I hadn't expected her breasts to be so beautiful. I only knew they should be quite large, but I didn't know they were so light in color, with

small, pink nipples sticking out. Would my husband, who's obsessed with breasts, be obsessed with hers too? I

couldn't help but compare my own breasts to hers. She was wearing a nightgown that usually reached almost to my knees, but it only covered her

thighs. Her height of nearly 1.7 meters was something I dreamed of. Facing such a woman, I started to feel a little annoyed.

How could I be friends with a woman like this? I, who am naturally petite, felt a strong sense of inferiority.

Who told me to only befriend pretty girls since I was little? Vanity! All women are vain!

"You know what? Ever since I met you, I've always wondered if my height is the problem. Petite

girls always make men want to protect and cherish them. Thinking about it, it's true. Sometimes when I see you, I really want to take care of you, even

when you're being a bit willful, I can't help but give in to you." She leaned against the wall, slowly drinking her milk.

"You're overthinking it. I envy you! I wish I were 10 centimeters taller, so I could charm

countless men, haha." "Wanting to be taller is true, and charming even more people is also true, I'm very honest."

"Charming for a while is not true, it takes a lifetime. I think you're perfect as you are. Even I, a

woman, like you, let alone men." She seemed very serious.

"You will be happy too." I didn't know what to say.

"Hehe," she said, "which 'happiness' are you talking about? I guess someone like me can't find happiness, so I choose

a different kind of happiness—sexual happiness, the kind of sexual happiness, haha." She whispered "sexual happiness" in my ear,

which felt strange.

Just as I was about to say something, the phone rang. Yunyun quickly ran into the living room, saying, "I'll

answer it for you." It was my husband calling. He always calls a lot when he's out, asking all sorts of questions, as if I were

a child who couldn't take care of herself. He probably didn't expect Yunyun to be in our house. He asked some polite questions but didn't say much more

. I only heard Yunyun say into the phone, "Your wife is fine. Come back quickly today, we're all waiting for you

." Then she hung up.

"Why did you hang up? I still need to talk to him," I said, a little annoyed.

"He said he'll be back this afternoon. Oh, what are you saying? I just wanted him to worry a little so he'd come back

sooner . Have you forgotten the bet we made last night? I was serious," she pouted.

Should I be happy? Because everything seems to be going smoothly, and my initial idea is almost

realized without much effort. But why do I have this lingering ache in my heart? That day passed both slowly and

quickly The two women, with bare legs, nestled on the sofa chatting and watching TV, but never mentioned what they had agreed on the night before.

Around 3 p.m., my husband came home. As soon as he entered, he saw Yunyun wearing my nightgown, her smooth,

long legs exposed. I secretly glared at my husband, full of jealousy. He saw it; I wonder if Yunyun

saw it too. My husband greeted her and went into the room to change. I followed him in.

"Why was Yunyun the one who answered the phone this morning? Did she stay out with you last night and not come home?" my husband asked while

changing .

"Yeah, I talked to her until very late last night. Honey, she agreed to what I told you last time. She

said it's today. What should I do?" Actually, I regretted it a little. I had hoped my husband would say no, that

he only wanted me.

He hesitated for a few seconds, forcing a calm expression, and said, "I obey my wife's every command. She

can't be dissatisfied in the slightest."

That's how men are; they want something terribly but act like someone begged them to do it.

My usually honest and straightforward husband was playing tricks on me at this moment, which made me even more worried.

"I really want to do something for you. You've always indulged me all these years, but I'm afraid you'll

stop loving me because she has a better figure than me. I'm conflicted. But...but, it feels like something so easy to do

shouldn't be missed. It seems like you're taking advantage of someone else, which means I'm taking advantage of someone else too. I..."

I didn't want to face this problem myself; I wanted him to decide for himself whether or not to do it.

"Silly girl, I'm more than ten years older than you. What kind of beautiful women haven't I seen? We discuss everything in our family.

And I'll be honest with you; you personally helped me find your friend. That's

the important reason I want it, not because of who that woman is," he said.

"So that means you're going to make the decision, but she insists I be there too. I'm afraid I

won't be able to handle seeing it with my own eyes." I was telling the truth.

"Let's just relax and see how things develop. Don't overthink it." With that, he opened the door, took my hand, and

led me out.

Things often don't go as planned, so we really don't need to do

anything . My husband is right

. Yunyun seemed to know what we were talking about in the room; her eyes looked a little strange. My husband didn't say much,

quietly watching TV, while Yunyun and I chatted idly. The time before it happened was

very awkward; everyone knew what was going to happen but pretended to be calm. I thought my husband, that lecherous man,

must be full of anticipation, and Yunyun must be too, because her friend's husband would go crazy for her,

her vanity must be strongly satisfied. I, I always had this suspicion. I had no expectations. If I had to

say I had any expectations, it would be that I didn't have to witness this madness.

I knew Yunyun was expecting this, and she finally took the initiative to bring it up: "Brother, I

almost , haha." Thinking about last night made me even more embarrassed: "What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense.

" My husband seemed quite interested: "Bullyed? You bullied her while I wasn't home? What happened?"

"We accidentally saw a South Korean porn movie you downloaded, it was about two girls, hehe, it's because your

wife looks so weak, it made me want to bully her, hahaha..." She got more and more excited as

she spoke. "Oh, stop talking, or I'll get angry." I was genuinely a little angry.

"Two girls watching porn at home, really, which one was it?" my husband asked.

I understood what he meant; things seemed to have no room for maneuver at this point. I just hoped I

wouldn't see anything with my own eyes. I turned on the computer, clicked on the porn movie Yunyun and I had watched last night, and tried to excuse myself

.

"I'll go prepare dinner, you two talk." "I said.

But Yunyun grabbed my hand and said, 'Don't run away, it'll be so awkward without you. What are you doing eating so early?'

She insisted I sit beside her, and then it was quiet again. This silence, where I could only hear my own heartbeat and the girl's

moans made me restless. I was afraid to see the person I loved and my friend touching each other intimately. My

mind was filled with those images, and the restlessness I felt last night was gone.

'That girl lying on the bed looks just like you, petite and delicate yet voluptuous. I'm so jealous of

girls like that, both jealous and fond of them,' Yunyun whispered in my ear.

I could feel her breath on my earlobe, so light it made me tremble. I couldn't speak,

I could only force a smile, as if something was awakening the desire from last night. I

began to realize the real reason Yunyun insisted I be there."

Yunyun turned to her embarrassed husband and said, "Brother, if I bullied your wife, would you be angry?"

The despicable husband smiled but didn't answer her, instead saying to me, "Girl, don't be afraid, your husband is here."

I couldn't utter a word; my heart was pounding faster and faster. Yunyun pulled my right hand onto her smooth

leg and then tightly intertwined her left hand's fingers with mine. I felt my breathing

quicken; I didn't know what to do. She turned to the side and gently pinched my earlobe with her right hand,

whispering in my ear, "I really like you." Her voice was faint, making my body go weak.

When she licked my earlobe with her tongue, I was completely overwhelmed. The thought of being taken advantage of by a woman

sent —shame, so much shame, yet why was there also a faint, lingering desire? She

slowly kissed my lips; they felt so soft, so sweet. She searched for my tongue,

and I closed my eyes, our lips intertwining. I was completely exhausted, limp on the ground. Her hands

roamed over my body, I felt her fingertips gliding over every inch of my skin until she gently massaged my breasts.

I forgot about my husband beside me, I forgot that there was a man I loved watching my female friend taking

liberties with me. How could things have turned out like this? Everything that should have been in my control had now become Yunyun's initiative.

She slowly embraced me, and I heard her breathing quicken. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, constantly brushing

against my body, so soft. What a stimulation this was! I heard myself start to moan, and I opened my eyes...

I opened my eyes and saw my husband's loving gaze. He was just looking at me intently, his eyes only for me. I thought I

should be braver, so I tried to respond to Yunyun, but I started to get distracted. I kept looking into my husband's

eyes. I should be braver. Finally, I gritted my teeth, grabbed my husband's hand, and placed it on Yunyun's chest. Yunyun

actually cried out. Her hand on my chest tightened, and my husband seemed even more excited

by . He started kissing me, kissing me passionately.

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