The enjoyment of women in Shanghai

Having grown up in Shanghai, I don't consider myself a conservative or old-fashioned woman. Life in Shanghai moves
at a fast pace , and most women get married around my age. I'm 32, married for two years, and
work in finance at a commercial bank.

I had three boyfriends before, during university and after starting work, all relationships were genuine, but due to various reasons—
location , workplace, etc.—we

only ended up together because my husband was approved by my family.

My husband is quite outgoing. We're the same age, and we're compatible in many ways. We can talk to each other, and
our values are largely the same, so we've rarely argued in the years we've been together.

It's like a couple still in the early stages of dating. We go home together after work, sometimes I wait for him because he works in architectural
design and often works overtime. Fortunately, our workplaces aren't far, so we usually cook dinner together. Takeout options in Shanghai
are everywhere,

but we prefer to eat at home—it's healthier.

Considering having children, our parents also remind us to eat more nutritious food.

In the evenings, we'll go for a walk or watch TV together at home. My husband is romantic and likes to recreate
scenes from adult films. Sometimes he'll secretly fill the bathroom with hot water and flower petals, and when the time is right, he'll pull me into
a bath . He says he loves watching me emerge from the water like a lotus flower, it excites him greatly. His penis also gets
very erect during the bath. Actually, I had a few romantic baths with my second boyfriend before, all in hotels. Back then, we were young and
carefree care about anything, always making a mess of the hotel bathroom. But at home, I don't dare to be so unrestrained,
and I'm afraid of the hassle of cleaning up.

My husband likes to lick my whole body after the bath. I'm not tall, 160cm,

but I have a pretty good figure, quite curvy. My breasts aren't big, but they're still shapely. All my previous boyfriends
have approved of me because I have fair skin, so I guess most men would like that. The only slightly awkward thing is my husband
's previous boyfriend, who was 180cm tall and a sports student.

During our intimate moments, he would try to lick my nipples while thrusting, but he could never reach them, which was frustrating.
He could only kiss my nipples when I was on top of him. Thinking back on that position now still makes me feel hot.
He has the most impressive penis.

My husband is on the thin side, about 176cm tall. During foreplay, he would have me lie on my stomach and start licking from my shoulders, slowly moving down to
my ankles, and finally targeting my sensitive areas. He said that this was to push all the blood in my body to my sensitive areas, making my
labia engorged, and only with engorgement would I become wet. Each time it would last for more than ten minutes, and I would usually close my eyes and enjoy it.

To be honest, I sometimes recall the actions and scenes of my ex-boyfriends and make comparisons, but of course I wouldn't tell
my husband (later he told me he actually loved hearing that). When my husband starts licking my genitals, I really enjoy it. I
've said before that I'm not a conservative person, and I'm willing to accept a man's soft tongue roaming around there. Sometimes I even wish
their tongues could be longer. When he starts going fast, I can't help but moan. Some people say they don't like being given
oral sex, but I think most women enjoy it.

Just relax, immerse yourself in it, and focus all your attention on the sex. That area will be especially
sensitive , a little itchy, and a little tingly. Basically, you need to have the mindset of being served, like paying someone to give you
a massage. It's strange; sometimes I fantasize about my favorite male celebrity, or
the 90s guy in the office, or even a manly client. I feel even more aroused when I fantasize about other people.

My husband licks me until I say I want it before he stops, and in the middle he deliberately says lewd things, like "
Do you want it?", "Does it feel good?", "Where does it feel good?", "Is it my pussy?", and I have to answer each one to be satisfied. Then he goes straight
in, that anticipation, that smooth and slippery entry is really comfortable, like a back scratcher slipping into a cotton coat in winter
and finding the desired spot. When he starts to thrust hard, I close my eyes, open my mouth and
scream . The louder I scream, the harder and more vigorous he becomes. We often reach climax together while screaming.
After orgasm, I lie still for a while, partly because I'm tired and partly to feel the lingering contractions in my lower body, and then
I hold him and slowly fall asleep.

Life went on uneventfully for over a year. If it weren't for our parents' reminders, we wouldn't have realized we were pregnant
. We hadn't used contraception after getting married, but hadn't conceived. My husband and I didn't think much of it, but I was certain
we were fine because I had a miscarriage before—my third pregnancy. Of course, I never mentioned it to my husband, but
pressured by our parents, we went to the Red House Hospital for a checkup.

The results were good. The doctor said whether we could conceive depended on various factors. This female doctor, around forty years old, even
suggested that in our situation, there was no need to worry. She advised us to try different environments and positions—basically, to have more
unusual sex. If there hadn't been so many people around, she probably would have suggested we have more outdoor sex. I was really shocked by her advice.

But from then on, perhaps because we had the goal of conceiving, our sex life became a little tiring.
Each time, I felt my husband's erection was insufficient, or he lacked focus, or his energy was limited; sometimes he would even go
soft halfway through. The reason was unknown.

However, my husband and I are both reasonable people. We immediately sit down and talk about any problems, which is
a major reason for our stable relationship. We are honest with each other and discuss solutions. My husband quickly
came to two conclusions: First, the purpose has changed. Previously, sex was purely for enjoyment, a unique
sensual pleasure between men and women. Now, the main purpose is to conceive, losing the most primal pleasure of sex.

Second, after being together for a long time, we naturally become familiar with each other. Our bodies and vision become memorized, our cells become familiar,
and the stimulation is lost, because sex requires sensory stimulation.

I completely agree with the first point. As for the second point, while I think it makes sense, perhaps it's because women
are different . Although I also feel that the passion isn't as intense as when we first met, I often fantasize and compare myself to my exes,
so it's not too bad.

But I completely agree with my husband because I love him, and he loves me even more.

Moreover, I think he's a man, and his analysis is more rational and objective. I will respect him, especially in matters of sex,
because men are ultimately the dominant ones. I definitely need to understand his thoughts, so we discussed and immediately prepared to make improvements.

First, we removed the intention of getting pregnant. Although our family is quite traditional, neither of us
got married with the goal of having children. So, although there is some pressure, we let nature take its course. After all, we are both capable of having children and
want to return to simply enjoying the pleasure that sex brings us.

However, we haven't found a suitable solution for my husband's second point. As for the doctor's suggestion of having sex in the wild,
we've tried it occasionally, including in Uniqlo fitting rooms—we'd actually done that before the Wangfujing incident—
as well as on the playground and in classrooms of our alma mater, and in the library and study rooms where I used to go with my first boyfriend, though
only at night or during school holidays.

But it seems these experiences aren't enough to completely resolve this familiar situation. My husband seems unable to return to his previous
vigorous state, and we've gradually started arguing. My husband has also become somewhat depressed. We tried to discuss it,
but found that men and women have different perspectives. I feel that this small negative factor doesn't affect our sex life, but my husband says
he cares a lot because men care about the quality of sex. He considers sex very important, even to the point that it affects his life
and work. After hearing him say that, I can understand him and feel sorry for him, but we can't find the
beautiful passion and intimacy we once shared, until one day I discovered a secret.

One weekend, a client gave me two tickets to Wang Jie's concert. My husband is also a fan of his, so
we went to the Shanghai Stadium to see Wang Jie perform, even though his popularity isn't what it used to be
. The venue was still packed .

Many people in their 20s, especially those who like older men, were chanting Wang Jie's name like crazy.

The last song, "A Game, A Dream," was almost a sing-along for the entire audience.

Back home, my husband was incredibly aroused. He quickly stripped me down to my underwear and kissed my
entire body . When he finally penetrated me, I could clearly feel his penis throbbing powerfully. It had been a long time
since I'd felt like this, and I was swept up in the excitement. I climbed on top of him and started rocking. He kneaded my breasts with both hands while thrusting
upwards . I kept moaning, and he teased me with questions like, "Is it deep? Is it good?
" As I answered, I suddenly called out Wang Jie's name, and we both paused instinctively.

I realized I'd called him by the wrong name and felt apologetic. But then I felt my husband's penis throb,
hard as a stick. He asked, "Baby, do you want Wang Jie to fuck you?" I didn't dare answer, so he thrust into me harder,
urging me to answer. I suddenly felt something strange and yelled, "Mmm, I want to try!" He was so manly. Unexpectedly,
my husband became excited and his movements quickened, thrusting dozens of times. I
felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation down there, and yelled, "Wang Jie, I want you!" My husband clearly felt the stimulation, his breathing quickened, and he asked
if Wang Jie was fucking me well. I said, "Yes, so deep, so good. I love this position. Faster, Wang Jie,
a little harder, please."

Suddenly, my husband asked, "What's your favorite position?" I said, "This is my favorite." He suddenly asked, "
Did your ex-boyfriend often use this position?" I snapped out of my daze, hesitated, and whispered, "Yes." He then asked, "Which one?"
I said, "My last boyfriend." Unexpectedly, he started thrusting into me even harder, as if he suddenly had inexhaustible
strength . I had never seen him so forceful and rapid before. A few minutes later, he ejaculated profusely, shooting all of his semen into my vagina.
When the semen flowed out, I was surprised to find that there was a lot, much more than ever before.

Afterwards, I snuggled against my husband. His chest was still heaving, and his breathing was rapid. He stroked my nipples
and asked, "That was your favorite position. How come I've never heard you say that before? Did your last boyfriend always
fuck you like this?" I said, "Yes, because that's when he penetrates the deepest." He said, "Tell me about the times he fucked you." I thought
he was angry and deliberately said, "No."

He said it's all in the past, and besides, he doesn't mind my past. We've just never talked about it.
Today 's the perfect opportunity. He said
, "Go ahead and tell me, I won't be angry. You know we love each other." Seeing his sincere, childlike anticipation, I recounted my sex life with my last boyfriend a few times. He even asked for
details , like how he licked me and whether I licked him. I just told him everything
honestly because I'm not good at lying and I'm straightforward.

When he heard the detailed account of our sex in the hotel room, especially when he heard me kneeling on the floor giving my ex-boyfriend deep throat,
his penis suddenly became erect. He looked at me affectionately, and I knew
it needed my kiss. So I bent down to give him oral sex. To my surprise, it was so hard! I
looked back at my husband in confusion.

He looked smug and enjoyed himself, even asking me whose penis was bigger compared to theirs. I said yours. He said to tell
the truth, and I said it seemed to be my last boyfriend. Upon hearing this, he immediately pounced on me, forcefully spreading my legs and thrusting straight
in. His movements were precise and ruthless. Because I had just mentioned my last boyfriend's penis and the crazy scenes from before,
I quickly got aroused and soon started moaning. My husband seemed even more excited, asking while thrusting, "Is mine
bigger or his?"

I blurted out that his was bigger. "Who fucks you the most comfortably?" "He fucks you the most comfortably." "Who fucks you the most?" "He fucks you
the most Do you want him to fuck you again?" "Yes, I want it so badly." I lost my mind for a moment, completely immersed in
lust. He then asked, "How about the three of us fuck together?" I didn't have a concept of three people at the time, thinking, "
How can three people fuck each other?" But my mouth had already blurted out, "Yes, I want it, I want three people." After hearing this, my husband
thrust a dozen times in a row and ejaculated again.

After things calmed down, my husband asked if I felt good. I admitted I felt very good, especially when he mentioned my ex-boyfriend
, which gave me a strange thrill. Thinking about past scenes and people brought back indescribable feelings—a little shy, a little
wanton , a little guilty, but mostly sexually aroused. But I definitely didn't want a threesome; I didn't even know what a threesome was at that time.

My husband said that when he heard me wanting my ex-boyfriend to have sex with me, and thought about our past, his penis suddenly
got incredibly hard, and he immediately felt the urge to ejaculate. It was an irresistible feeling, a very strange feeling, but it really
happened .

However, he didn't know anything about threesomes; he'd only seen similar scenes in porn, but he didn't expect it to be so exciting.

Later, we looked it up online and found that most men have this fantasy to some extent—
the fantasy of a third person joining in. Especially in recent years, with more and more Chinese people being exposed to Western culture and a large number of
loyal fans of Japanese adult films, many are eager to try it out. Even on self-shot websites, people upload their
photos or videos for others to enjoy. As a young couple in Shanghai, we seemed to be far behind
the times. While feeling ashamed, we felt we had found the best way to solve our second problem.

But my husband didn't immediately implement the plan because neither of us knew much about it. He said it would be better to understand it more clearly first.
Then I searched online for relevant forums, such as 1+1 Club and 69 Paradise, as well as other adult forums. My husband would browse them for an hour every
night , and sometimes I would watch and discuss them with him. Whenever we saw a new story,
we would have passionate scenes. It really felt like a new world.

On New Year's Day this year, my husband finally brought up the idea of taking action. I asked him what he wanted, and he said he wanted to try a threesome. He
had fantasized and simulated for so long and wanted to try it for real. He quoted Chairman Mao, saying that
the best way to know the taste of a pear is to taste it yourself.

Although I am not a conservative woman, I still hesitated at the thought of being naked in front of strangers.
After all, strangers don't know the situation and I would be scared. My husband was very understanding and said that we could try to find some
single men in Shanghai, get to know them in detail, and get to know them for a while. If we felt a connection
, we could do it. We would treat it as a pleasant experience, like dessert after a meal, to add fun. The premise was that it would not affect our work or life, and it
would not affect our love. We would treat him as a male prostitute, specially to bring me a different kind of pleasure and
experience than mine. It would be a service.

I sensed my husband's sincerity and rationality, and I couldn't bear to discourage him or disappoint him. At the same time, I started
fantasizing about a handsome man offering me oral sex, caressing my inner thighs, and kissing my nipples and neck.
I did have a glimmer of hope, so I agreed to his plan. Although my husband was as happy as a child,
hugging and cuddling me, he still rationally considered all possibilities, such as the single man's age, education, and work
background especially whether it would affect our lives. Later, I realized some of these considerations seemed unnecessary, because Shanghai
has a population of over 20 million, and meeting the same stranger twice isn't easy; you might
never meet them again in your lifetime, as long as you don't exchange addresses, workplaces, or other information.

I must say, Shanghai's efficiency is truly world-class. I didn't expect to find a suitable person in less than a month,
with a huge pool of single men to choose from. Suddenly, I felt a surge of
pride .

In fact, I was still using the same criteria as my third boyfriend; I genuinely liked him. My husband
later managed to get this secret out of me.

I selected three tall, handsome men: a 30-year-old lawyer, 178cm tall; a 26-
year-old physical education student from Shanghai Normal University, 183cm tall; and a 35-year-old fruit vendor from Shandong, 177cm tall, but very robust.

My husband created three separate QQ groups for each of them to chat with, using
newly registered QQ accounts—a request from him, as he doesn't use QQ much now, but
he doesn't want to easily reveal his old account. My dear husband is indeed rational and cautious; I applaud him.

After a week of chatting, mostly in the evenings because of work during the day, I gradually leaned towards
the fruit vendor. He was talkative and witty, often sending me roses in the group chat intentionally or unintentionally, and would casually call me
" little sister" or "baby." I didn't know how to respond, but it felt comforting, like I had gained another
man who cared about me.

He often asks me what fruits I like to eat, saying that women should eat more papayas, which are good for the skin and body. He
also knows how to keep things in check when telling slightly suggestive jokes, like "I'm so tired today, my wife drained me dry last night, and my penis
has lost a little weight today."

I even asked my husband how much his penis weighed, and he told me to listen to his nonsense and show him a picture. Surprisingly,
he actually posted a half-body photo in the group chat. Sure enough, Shandong produces big men; his chest was incredibly robust, and his underwear was bulging
. Just thinking about his size makes me shudder and my body heat up. My husband
teased me, asking if I was staring at his penis. I blushed and said, "So what if I did?"

Regarding the fruit vendor, he claimed to be a descendant of the Liangshan heroes, only that his ancestor ranked relatively low among the 108 heroes
, and nobody knew, only that his surname was Lu.

As for the other two, they're not bad; one is refined and organized, and the other is young and energetic, so my husband has
temporarily listed them as backup options for me to enjoy later.

Finally, we arranged a time to meet with Mr. Lu. We originally planned for May Day, but his three fruit shops were having
promotions and he was too busy, so we decided to have dinner together on the weekend after the holiday.

While waiting, my husband remained relatively calm, but I was a little nervous and excited.
I kept picturing his half-body photo and my own tight underwear, wondering about the shape and size inside.

My husband said we'd find out tonight.

Dinner was at Raffles City Changning, a buffet. Mr. Lu personally brought a basket of seasonal fruit: imported
dragon fruit, Australian mangoes, and mangosteens.

There were also some dried fruits I'd never seen before, which all looked expensive. He also brought two bottles of Australian red wine, which I figured were for setting the mood. I didn't expect a northern man to be
so thoughtful—a real pro!

During the meal, it was mostly the two men talking. I would occasionally chime in. Mr. Lu talked mostly about the hardships and insights he gained from starting his
business , the housing prices and cost of living in Shanghai, and his family and the education of his two children.
He seemed like a very responsible and dependable man. His short hair made him look capable, and his dark complexion gave him
a sense of experience. He also seemed to have more life experience than us. What touched me was that he didn't show any eagerness to go to
the room. It was like an older brother sharing his world and life experiences. He even gently asked
me what kind of fruit I liked and got me drinks and seafood sauce. He was really thoughtful.

My husband noticed this and winked at me several times. I could only smile and keep my head down, eating heartily. My husband clearly understood my
approval.

After the meal, my husband suggested going to the small bar at the nearby Pacific Hotel. Actually, he and my husband had already booked a suite
there on the 26th floor.

The small bar was just a stopover, since we needed to digest after dinner. It wasn't crowded, probably because it was too early.
A few white men were chatting, smoking, and drinking Tsingtao beer. My husband also ordered a few beers, and they chatted while drinking.
I ordered a lemonade. Later, my husband told me that they were actually discussing
how to , while I was oblivious, enjoying the band's English songs and not thinking much
about what was to come. Anyway, we'd come to this point; the die was cast, and we had to go for it. Let them do what they want; with my husband there,
I felt reassured.

Half an hour later, my husband suggested we go upstairs to rest. I followed them up to the large suite on the 26th floor.
Outside was an elegantly furnished living room, and inside was a cozy and comfortable double room with purple sheets—my favorite color.
Outside the window, tall buildings stood tall, and the setting sun cast a gentle glow, making me feel quite relaxed.

A moment later, three technicians arrived, carrying three foot bath basins. It turned out that Boss Lu had arranged a foot bath in advance, and to make matters worse, he
had assigned me a male technician.

Before I could object, the two of them left me and the male technician in the room, while they called two female technicians to
the living room sofa. Reluctantly, I had to obey. Looking at the foot massage technician again, he was in his early twenties, but very cheerful. He
said, "Sister, how about I help you take off your shoes first and soak your feet? I'll go get the medicine." I looked at him, wondering if he always
addressed female customers like that. He blushed and said, "The boss outside told me to be sweet-talking and call you 'sister,' and he'd give me a 100 yuan tip."

What an honest young man.

Next, he poured in the medicine and began to massage me. Surprisingly, despite his young age, his technique was very skilled, with just the
right amount of pressure. When he massaged my fingers, it felt a little ticklish. Later, he had me lie face down and started massaging my back and shoulders,
which definitely made my body feel much more relaxed. When he started rubbing my thighs with his palms, I instinctively clenched my fists,
feeling a tension between my legs.

At this moment, my body started to heat up, perhaps because of the foot bath, or maybe because of the earlier intimacy,
especially when he started rubbing my inner thighs from the outside in. I felt unfamiliar, strong hands gradually
approaching my sensitive areas, feeling both excited and embarrassed. However, I didn't say anything because he was indeed well-trained; he
not only made me feel tingly and itchy, but also comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, feeling
the warmth of the stranger's hands and the friction completely different from my husband's. Slowly, I began to feel a desire.

So when he occasionally brushed against my vulva, I didn't feel disgusted or stop him. Instead, I looked forward to him
touching me more frequently. I knew it was already swollen and wet. At this point, my consciousness would become hazy, and I would just
close my eyes enjoy it. After about ten minutes, his hand left my thigh and began to move down, massaging my calves and
the soles of my feet. It was only when he massaged my soles that I truly touched his palms, which were wet and warm. This was real
skin-to-skin contact.

His fingers were strong and powerful. He would occasionally use his bent middle finger to press against the soles of my feet. It hurt a little, it a little sore, and it was also
a little numb. Every movement seemed to penetrate my heart, clear and very comfortable. When he stretched each of my
toes, I couldn't help but tremble once, because toes are also sensitive. I thought that if he knew the mud in my
underwear , he would be eager to pounce on me.

I was surprised that I had such thoughts. Soon, his large hands moved to the sides of my neck and began to massage my
cheeks. I felt the warmth and the slight breathing; his breath was unusually fresh, like the smell of fruit. Wait, why do I still feel a pair of hands massaging my feet? I suddenly turned over and turned around, only to have my mouth covered by
fruity lips. It was Boss Lu. 　　He kissed me while using his strong hands to hold my head, making me unable to move. His hands were so strong . At this moment, another pair of hands attacked my vulva, making it even hotter and wetter. Husband! After rubbing for a while, he began to unbutton my jeans, skillfully and quickly. At that moment, I finally understood the plan they had discussed at the bar . It turned out that the foot massage service had actually ended long ago, and they had unknowingly taken over. Boss Lu then released my genitals and said, "Baby, your tongue is so soft. Can I have some more?" 　　Just as I hesitated, my husband quickly pulled off my underwear from behind and inserted a finger directly inside. I was already soaking wet, and I couldn't withstand this double assault. Recalling the fruity scent from before, I couldn't say anything. Lu understood and quickly took over my lips. His tongue went in, and we swirled together. Down below, my husband had already inserted two fingers. It was incredibly slippery there. While he was thrusting his fingers in and out, he was licking my waist with his lips, gradually moving to my navel. 　　I convulsed again, wanting to scream but unable to. Lu began to free his hands to caress my breasts through my shirt. I felt like I was in a state of utter despair, yet my body was also incredibly enjoying and craving more caresses. Finally, Lu unbuttoned my loose t-shirt and let his hands roam freely through my bra. At the same time, he released my lips and began kissing the white skin of my neck and chest. At this moment, every part of my body was being violated by them —tongue, lips, fingers, even my rapid breathing. 　　Looking back now, I truly felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure at that moment. I didn't understand it before, always thinking the descriptions on the forums were exaggerated, but at that moment, nothing but those four words could describe the blissful feeling of being on top of the world. It was a wonderful feeling I had never experienced before , so much so that I couldn't wait for them to undo my bra immediately. Either of them would do, or even anyone else would do, because I desperately needed it. Lu seemed to hear my plea , and in an instant, he untied the bra that had been binding me for so long, and my already erect breasts sprang out. 　　I let out a long breath, as if the desire that had been suppressed for so long had been released at once, and began to breathe deeply. Lu didn't waste a second, and at the right moment, he took one of my nipples into his mouth. It had been erect for a long time due to excitement, and the moment Lu took it into his mouth, I felt its scalding heat and couldn't help but cry out, "Ahhh!" 　　My husband also abandoned his lower body and began to rub my other breast. He deliberately used both his hands and mouth, rubbing and licking around the nipple , but not touching the most sensitive nipple. I cursed my husband in my heart, but I didn't want to directly express my needs. Just as I gave up my restraint and was about to shout, Lu quickly moved his lips to the other nipple, and I was instantly filled. I couldn't care less about being shy and just shouted, "Oh, it feels so good!" I felt like every pore on my body was opening up, and my legs naturally spread apart and kept twisting. 　　My husband exchanged a glance with Lu, signaling Lu to continue what he was doing. He was already kneeling between my legs, his knees crossed, his incredibly hard penis—I wanted to call it penis, not my little brother or penis—rubbing against my vulva. Yes, vulva. I don't know why, but I felt like swearing and desperately wanted his penis inside me. That damned husband just kept grinding, refusing to go in. I wanted to grab his big penis and pull it in, but he slowly asked, "Do you want it, baby?" I answered without hesitation, "Quick, husband , quick, I want you. 　　" He said, "How about letting Lu fuck you?" I hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help answering, "Okay," and quickly added, "Anyone is fine, hurry up, ahhh!"

After hearing this, Lu immediately switched positions with her husband. Her husband started kissing my chin and earlobe, while Lu revealed
his penis in his underwear. I glanced at it with my hazy peripheral vision; the large, shiny glans was noticeably larger than her husband's. Just as I
was imagining what it would feel like to have it inside me, Lu entered me without hesitation. My body was instantly taken over, and I felt an indescribable
satisfaction. Lu didn't hesitate and started thrusting hard from the very beginning. He must understand women very well, knowing that at this moment there was no need for
gentleness, only fast and urgent thrusting. Plus, her husband kept blowing hot breath into my ear.

I could no longer resist. My moans surged like waves, one higher than the next, until I was completely released. Ah,
oh, so good, I can't take it anymore! Ah, I want to thank my husband, thank men for having such strong genitals,
and even thank God for creating the male penis. At this moment, it brings me endless
pleasure, like an electric current, penetrating my entire body from top to bottom. I can clearly feel the shape of the penis, and
the friction Every friction makes my inner walls full of lubricant, and I can clearly hear
the gurgling sound of the fluid due to excessive secretion. The penis seems to contain endless energy, sending pleasure to
every .

I received these pleasures, turning them into high-pitched moans in return. At that moment, Lu
increased his power, pounding into my vagina with the speed and force of a pile driver. The pleasure rained down
, and finally, at the last moment, he pulled out, a stream of hot semen powerfully shooting onto my belly, my
breasts, and even some reaching my lips. I could smell that strange yet familiar scent of grass,
both sexy and shy.

After Lu finished, he lay beside me, gently and considerately cleaning up the semen. Meanwhile, my
husband was already ready, quickly filling my still-contracting, swollen vagina. Lu kissed
my lips again, sucking hard on my tongue, and my husband began to thrust.

Because he had been holding back for ten minutes and had witnessed me being conquered by a stranger, he must have been incredibly
excited and thrilled. I could feel his penis reaching its peak from the very beginning. I moaned softly,
feeling the temperature, familiar shape, and rhythm of my husband's penis. Compared to Lu's, my husband's penis felt more familiar and
warm, a feeling of home.

My emotions were stirred again, so I started to shake off Lu and cried out loudly. Lu left my
lips and gently took my right hand, making me hold his penis. I was surprised that his penis, which had just ejaculated, was still as hard
as ever. I was amazed by the uniqueness of northern men and started to stroke Lu incessantly. My husband was obviously visually
shocked and started to thrust wildly. I felt a strange penis in one hand and was being pounded by my husband below,
so I couldn't help but start to sway again.

My husband probably realized something and made me sit up, woman on top. I was a little embarrassed, but I still
consciously held onto my husband's erect penis. Because it was wet enough, I sat down all the way down. It was indeed a little unnatural to use
this . My husband gave Lu a look, and Lu quickly took the order and started to ravage my
upper body. My husband obviously wanted me to try my favorite position and experience a different kind of pleasure. Lu
licked my nipples while gently stroking my thighs with his palm, which was both light and ticklish.

I had never experienced such stimulation before. How did he even think of that? I felt myself getting wetter,
and my hand unconsciously reached for Lu's penis. The three of us were now tightly connected as one, each in a different way. My
husband was penetrating me, I was holding Lu's penis, and Lu was stimulating my nipples and thighs with his mouth and hands
. The moment I held Lu's penis, he felt greatly encouraged.

I glanced at my husband, who understood what I meant and gestured for me to hurry up. So Lu stood beside me, bringing
his penis close to my face. I looked closely at the treasure that had just given me unparalleled pleasure, and
at the smooth, mushroom-shaped glans. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, slowly taking it in. The taste seemed somewhat similar to that of
my third boyfriend. Lu tilted his head back comfortably, while my husband was incredibly excited by the scene before him
and began thrusting at an unprecedented speed. Lu's penis kept slipping out of my mouth, becoming even harder.
I felt the waves of pleasure as my husband's glans penetrated to the deepest part of my body.

Ignoring Lu, I had no choice but to release his penis and enjoy my husband's hardness alone. My husband's speed increased, and
my orgasm became more and more intense. Just as I was about to climax, Lu suddenly grabbed the head of his penis and rubbed it against my nipple. My
husband were both taken aback by this sudden visual effect and began to moan at the same time. A few seconds later, my husband powerfully
ejaculated inside me, and I suddenly collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

Lu and my husband lay on either side of me, slowly stroking my body. Lu also helped me brush my disheveled hair.
After a while , they went out and said something in the living room. I heard the door close. My husband came in
and told me that Lu had a few missed calls. A client from an organization wanted to order a fruit platter for a meeting, and he didn't dare to delay, so he went back
to arrange it. He asked my husband to apologize to me. I suddenly felt disappointed. I thought tonight would be another
night of chaos . However, the fruit he brought was perfect for my husband and me to replenish our energy, along with some red wine.

My husband and I lay in bed, eating and reminiscing about what had just happened. I looked at him affectionately and said, "Thank you , honey,
" before snuggling into his arms. It

felt so good, so incredibly good. Better than my ex-boyfriend? You're so annoying, so irritating.
[The End]

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