[I was slept with by my best friend's husband in front of my own husband][Short story][Author: 2257626708]

Author: 2257626708
Word Count: 12028
Xiao X is my best friend. She's five or six months pregnant. Because she had a miscarriage before, she's always
worried, so I often visit her to comfort her. Her husband, H, is forty years old this year,
five or six years older than Xiao X and me. Actually, H and I have known each other for a long time. Before he met Xiao X, he had feelings for me,
but I had just broken up with my ex-husband and didn't dare to easily accept a relationship again. Besides, he wasn't single at the time,
so I kept my distance from him, hoping he would back off. With the appearance of X, he faded from my sight, and he and
X gradually got along. X really liked him, and their relationship was very good and progressed quickly. I was genuinely
happy and blessed for X to get out of her pain and find happiness again. After a long six-year wait, they finally entered
the hall of marriage. I was happy for them and wished them well.
The three of us have always been very close. They gave me encouragement and careful
care during my most painful and confused times. They treated me like family, very kind and caring. Our friendship deepened. We
often joked and talked about everything. H learned from X that I had a very close male friend, whom I
always called "brother." We lived in different cities, but we always tried to be together; sometimes I would go to my brother's place, and
sometimes he would come to mine. So H often joked with me, saying, "Oh, brother, you're so attractive!
You must be amazing in that area. No matter how far away, I'll come all the way to get your semen." He even emphasized the word "semen" in his mouth. Whenever he
said that, I would retort, saying he was just jealous and envious, jokingly calling him a sour grapes. Then
X would laugh and say we were a pair of rascals, always talking inappropriately and never serious. H heard from X that my brother
had visited, so he said he would tell him next time my brother came, and he would treat him to dinner and drinks. He's a very
hospitable person who enjoys drinking with friends. Every time he offers to treat me to dinner, I say I don't have time; my brother rarely
comes to see me, and we don't want to waste his time. Besides, my brother can't outdrink you, so let's save
some for you. He says, "You're our family's youngest sister, and we, representing our family, should show our sincerity by treating you to dinner."
Seeing my insistence, I say, "Okay, we'll all get together when my brother comes."
In November, my brother, on a business trip, made a special detour to see me. I asked for his opinion, and he agreed to
have dinner with X and H, but he said the time shouldn't be too long, and we should drink less alcohol, as he really wanted to be
inside me soon. I agreed and notified X and H to pick me and my brother up. When we met
, H was very enthusiastic, saying that since it was our brother's rare visit and it was our first time meeting, we should have a good time
. X, heavily pregnant, chimed in, saying that if we wanted to have a good time, we should go to the Little Red House Hot Spring Resort. When I heard this, I
was also a little tempted. I had been to that place before; it was very unique—you could eat, play games, soak in hot springs,
and even relax in private rooms. My brother had come all this way to see me, and this kind of hospitality would help him relieve his travel fatigue,
which suited me perfectly. My brother, of course, didn't mind at all. So we went to the Little Red House Hot Spring Resort together.
We ate together. H ordered a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and he and my brother each poured themselves a full glass. I drank beer, and
X, because of her pregnancy, drank water instead of alcohol. We chatted as we drank. My brother was a bit older than H, but he looked
much younger. In my eyes, my brother was very handsome, which was why I secretly wanted to introduce him to X and H.
During the meal, H, for some reason, using my status as family, kept urging my brother to drink
. My brother's alcohol tolerance wasn't as high as H's to begin with, and coupled with his travel fatigue, he gradually couldn't keep up. Seeing the situation
was getting out of hand, I quickly joined in to help my brother. More importantly, because my brother and I were in a hurry to get home, we
drank quite quickly. H was also a quick drinker, and she drank just as fast. Before long, all three of us were a little tipsy
. Seeing that we were all pretty drunk, X suggested going to a hot spring to sober up. She said she
wasn't feeling well because of her pregnancy, so she would take a taxi home early. H, who had been drinking, couldn't drive and shouldn't go home
that night; they could just stay in a private room. H readily agreed without hesitation. Seeing the situation, my brother and I
couldn't insist on going home, even though we really wanted to enjoy our time together.
We had no choice but to go along with her. After seeing X off, we went to the hot spring. I bought a swimsuit, and they changed into their swim trunks. We went down into the hot
spring. Soaking in the warm water was incredibly comfortable. Looking at the flowing water and the small bridges through the misty steam,
my heart was filled with bliss. I suggested we go for a red wine bath. It was a hot spring with only enough room for three or four people. The water was
misty, and as we entered the pool, a faint aroma of red wine filled the air. We closed our eyes and enjoyed the
comfort. My brother quietly took my hand in the water and gently pressed his fingers against my palm. It felt
so ticklish and comfortable. Looking at my brother's body so close to mine, I wanted to hug him tightly and get close to him. But because H was there
, I was too embarrassed to get close to my brother. However, our eyes conveyed a strong desire.
I playfully splashed around in the pool, when suddenly my foot slipped, and I almost fell. Just then, H happened to be
next to me and caught me. I felt his hand pressing against my chest. My swimsuit was thin, and I
could vaguely see my nipples. Through the swimsuit, I could feel the pressure of his fingers; it seemed like he was deliberately
pressing lightly. I froze, startled. His hand remained on my breast, not immediately leaving. When H and I
came to our senses, we both blushed. I glanced furtively at my brother; thankfully, he didn't seem to notice
our reaction. I dared not move my upper body. In a panic, I extended my leg underwater and gently kicked towards Huo, simultaneously
leaning my upper body backward towards my brother. This moved my upper body away from H's reach, but an unexpected situation
arose. I clearly felt my kick land on H's groin. I hurriedly pulled
my leg back, but H reacted faster, grabbing my calf and preventing me from pulling it back. He even
gently pulled me into his arms, and I clearly felt my foot pressed firmly against his hard erection.
Seeing me lean towards him, my brother also moved forward to catch me, his hand naturally resting
on my chest. My head rested on my brother's shoulder. Looking at H, he seemed completely unfazed, his eyes slightly closed...
With his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened, he seemed to be enjoying a red wine bath, his hand underwater showing
no sign of loosening its grip. I was incredibly worried, afraid my brother would discover something, yet I dared not move. I remained in this awkward position
, leaning against him, one leg pulled up by him, my body stiff. My brother seemed to notice my stiffness
, assuming I wasn't comfortable in the atmosphere, or that my body was aroused. He knew I
was extremely sensitive; even just seeing him, or even hearing
him on the phone, would make me very aroused, even in the street. To
ease my tension, or perhaps to soothe my desire, his hand on my chest began to gently
circle my nipples, his lips moving to my neck, rubbing against my neck and cheeks.
My emotions were instantly aroused by my brother; I reached out and hooked my arms around his neck, my lips involuntarily
kissing him. Seeing our movements, H started to act too. By touch, I think he
pulled his thing out of his tight swim trunks and pressed it against the sole of my foot, while his hand moved up my
leg and thigh.
My body, which had just been soothed by my brother, stiffened again. I felt both ashamed and scared, thinking H was too bad and too
bold. You see, my brother is incredibly possessive. Even though we live far apart, his control over me is stricter
than that of anyone living next to me. Whenever I go out or come home late, he demands voice messages and photos
to prove what I'm doing. He's also said many times that I can find another man when I need to,
even saying he wants to have sex with another man. But I don't believe he's sincere. How
could he let another man touch me? Today, I've been eagerly awaiting my brother's visit, and we've been desperately wanting to
relieve our longing. If H's boldness upsets my brother, I feel like dying.
Before my brother noticed anything, I wanted to escape this awkward situation immediately. I told him, "We've been soaking
for almost an hour and we're tired. Let's stop and rest." My brother probably sensed my
discomfort and nodded, glancing at H. At that moment, H released my leg and said, "Okay, we drank too much today,
we can't soak for too long. Let's go upstairs." My leg was finally free, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but
for some reason, I felt like I had lost something.
The three of us came out of the hot spring. As I got up, I secretly glanced at the two men beside me.
Both of them were throbbing, making no attempt to hide it, and their expressions seemed to carry a wicked,
indescribable meaning. After washing up, we went upstairs to a private room. The room was spacious and grand, but
embarrassingly, there was a huge double bed in the middle, about 2.5 meters wide. I looked at the two men again,
both acting as if nothing had happened. My heart suddenly started pounding, and a strange feeling
arose within me—an unspeakable desire, a vague sense that something was about to happen.
The three of us were exhausted from drinking and soaking in the hot springs, so we didn't chat much and just lay down on
the bed. I wanted to sleep next to my brother, but he was afraid I'd fall off, so he let me sleep between them
. Lying between the two men, I had a surreal feeling, as if everything that had happened today had been
pre-arranged. It was supposed to be just a meeting, a hot spring soak, a rest, and then my brother and I were going
home. How did we end up drinking so much, having that kind of thing happen in the hot springs, and now
I'm sleeping in the same bed with two men for the night? While I was still lost in thought, H next to me soon
began to snore softly. Seeing that H was asleep, my brother moved closer to me, and we were face to face
. We couldn't resist any longer. My brother held me tightly, kissing my lips and swirling his tongue in my mouth. I was most afraid of
his teasing like this; I instantly became wet, leaking a lot of fluid. I immediately lost control,
passionately responding to my husband (I call him "brother" in front of others, but when we're alone, I call him "husband,
" and he calls me "baby," so I might switch between "brother" and "husband" later), licking his lips
in circles, involuntarily letting out moans. My brother couldn't control himself either, putting my
hand inside his underwear. I felt his already rock-hard penis, which was already very
wet and slippery. My brother whispered in my ear, "Baby, I want you so much, my penis wants to fuck you,
I want to put it inside!" As he spoke, he pulled down my pants and played with my labia with his fingers, my juices instantly
enveloping his fingers. My husband's actions excited me so much I wanted to scream, but I was afraid of waking H,
so I desperately suppressed it, letting out low moans.
My husband was playing with my pussy, clearly not satisfied. I knew he wanted to insert his penis into
my little pussy. Usually at this time, either my brother would be on top of me, or I would be on top of him,
but now, afraid of waking H, neither of us dared to make too much noise. Then, my brother suddenly flipped me over,
making me lie on my side facing H, my buttocks facing his penis. He used one hand to reach under me
, grabbing one of my breasts, and the other hand to hold my plump buttocks. I lifted one leg up to make it easier for
him to penetrate. Seeing that I was ready, he withdrew his hand from my buttocks, held his already
hard penis, and with a "plop," thrust it into my already overflowing little pussy. I felt my little pussy
suddenly fill with a warm, full sensation. It had been over a month since my husband's penis had penetrated me, and I
was so excited my body trembled slightly. I lowered my legs, which had been raised, and tightly clamped them around his penis. My husband continued
to hold my buttocks, his penis slowly and powerfully thrusting in and out. Because I was so wet, my pussy
was very lubricated, and even though my legs were tightly clamped, his penis still thrust in and out smoothly. I
closed my eyes in ecstasy, reaching back to hug my brother's thighs, helping him thrust deeply into
my flower. The only sound in the room was the wet, squelching sound of his thrusting. My husband's face was pressed against my plump
back, his thrusts becoming more and more intense. I felt more and more wetness below, the sound growing louder and louder.
My cunt was so turned on I felt like I was going to heaven, my body writhing uncontrollably.
In my hazy state, I felt something kneading my nipples. Suddenly, I realized something was wrong.
My husband had one hand on my buttocks and the other on my shoulder. I looked down and saw H, who
had been woken up by my brother and me. His face was flushed, his eyes bloodshot, greedily staring at my breasts. Sometime during the night
, the belt of my bathrobe had slipped open, revealing my white, full breasts, my two nipples already
erect under his hands. It turned out H had been kneading my nipples the whole time. I snapped awake,
my eyes wide with shock, my mouth agape but unable to scream. I only saw H give a lewd smile, seemingly unfazed,
his gaze sweeping over my body, continuing his greedy kneading. I suddenly realized that my brother
had also seen this scene. What should I do? What should I do? Will I lose my brother? Will these two men
clash? Although I feel closer to my brother, H is my best friend's husband. We've been together for so many years, and
he's been very good to me. I don't want either of them to get hurt. A lot of thoughts raced through my mind in that instant
, but I clearly overlooked one thing: my brother was still thrusting hard! My brother wasn't angry; instead, he seemed
excited. His penis became even harder, and he thrust even more violently. H clearly realized that my brother was
n't angry with him, and he became bolder, lowering his head to suckle my nipple gently. My vagina, uncooperatively,
became increasingly wet… At this moment, my brother didn't care about anything anymore. He suddenly lifted my body, making me lie flat,
and straddled me, his large penis greedily and forcefully thrusting into my vagina
. I felt a large, hard penis filling my vagina, making it feel swollen and full
. Sometimes my brother thrust slowly, sometimes quickly and forcefully, making me moan loudly with excitement. Then
I felt something hard and hot rubbing against my face. Opening my eyes, I saw that my husband's penis
had become incredibly large and hard. It was the first time I'd ever seen his penis; it was as thick as my husband's, big and hard.
Perhaps because they hadn't had sex since I got pregnant, his penis was swollen and hot.
This situation was completely beyond my comprehension. I admit I've fantasized about being fucked by several men, or
being penetrated by men. My husband often uses such scenarios to stimulate me, and when I think about it,
I get excited, sometimes even having orgasms. But the difference between fantasy and reality is too great;
I'm finding it hard to accept this reality psychologically. My first reaction was to quickly turn my head away
, trying to avoid the penis rubbing against my face. My hands weakly tried to push it away, and I repeatedly
mumbled, "No, no, please, don't do this..." But H was excited. He turned
my face around, his large penis rubbing against my mouth. I saw a trickle of liquid flowing from his glans onto
my face, cool and slippery, some already running down my lips. A pungent, salty taste
assaulted my senses. My husband was still below, fiercely fucking my pussy. My resistance
slowly crumbled under this unprecedented double stimulation. In front of my husband, another man's
penis was also teasing and seducing me, but while I felt ashamed, I also felt a desire to enjoy this scene
. My pussy became even wetter... I couldn't help but moan, and my pussy throbbed uncontrollably
. My husband's penis was still thrusting excitedly. He probably sensed the changes in my vagina, and when
he saw what H's penis was doing, he became even more excited, thrusting harder and calling out, "Baby, I'm
going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death!" I felt the intense impact of my husband's penis and enjoyed H's teasing. My husband
's penis knew exactly where the stimulation points of my vagina were. Sometimes it circled inside my vagina,
sometimes it stimulated my vagina with a combination of fast and slow movements. Every time it went deep, I could feel the head of my husband's penis
hitting my cervix, making the flesh of my cervix a little painful, but it was such a stimulating feeling.
This was what I couldn't stand the most. I hugged my husband's waist tightly, letting his penis press in very close. I wiggled my fat ass, seemingly
forgetting the presence of another man, or perhaps deliberately wanting to moan loudly in front of him, "Good
husband, good brother, fuck me to death, fuck this little slut to death, djb!"
As I moaned and breathed heavily, suddenly a large, meaty penis was thrust directly into my
open mouth, silencing my moans. A pungent, fishy smell assaulted my senses even more intensely; it was H
's big penis. He was unhappy with my constant calling him "husband," and in revenge, he thrust his thick, smelly penis deep
into my throat. I couldn't adapt to the insertion of this foreign object and couldn't stop gagging, tears
streaming down my face. But H completely ignored me, gently thrusting in and out of my mouth a few times, then suddenly
and deeply burying it in my throat, remaining motionless until I felt like I was suffocating, before slowly
pulling it out. I gasped for breath, the vomit dripping from my mouth down my neck,
my mind hazy and disoriented. Just as I thought I was catching my breath, the large penis thrust into me again.
And so, my two holes were relentlessly being thrust into by two big men, my body feeling like it was
floating aimlessly in the clouds, neither settled nor rising, feeling like I was dying, yet also like I was ascending to heaven.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt both my holes become empty, my consciousness also
becoming empty, as if my soul had been emptied. Then a pair of strong hands wrapped around my
waist and flipped me over into a doggy-style position. In my dazed state, my mouth and vagina
were filled again, and a new round of assault began.
Then I felt a familiar sensation and taste filling my mouth; I finally realized it was
my husband fucking my mouth. I knew my husband loved it when I sucked his penis. Every time we meet for the first time,
my husband likes to have the baby undress him first. He says it's because he ejaculates too easily the first time, and he's afraid he
won't be able to satisfy the baby when he's having sex with her. He knows perfectly well that I'm a very sensitive person, and often when he touches me lightly...
I always orgasm during sex, and it happens one after another; I'm never afraid I won't orgasm. I know
it's because my husband likes me to wrap myself around him and swallow his semen. The first time, it was especially plentiful
and thick. I don't know how others feel, but I never think my husband's penis is dirty, nor do I find it fishy
. My husband is naughty; sometimes he deliberately doesn't wash himself before we meet and just makes me wrap myself around him. That definitely
creates a strong smell, but when I think about how it's my husband's penis and his scent, I
don't feel nauseous at all. Really, the penis I just wrapped around was freshly washed. At first, I
was a little uncomfortable with the smell, but I don't feel nauseous at all from my husband's strong smell; in fact, I enjoy it. I
don't know why. I also like to eat my husband's semen. I think it has a jelly-like
texture and tastes like rice water. I wonder what other women think of the taste of men's semen.
Beforehand, I was caught off guard and dazed by the two men's ministrations, mostly with
my eyes closed, immersed in my own sensory experience. When I realized it was my husband's penis, I
instinctively and automatically wrapped it around him. He had been thrusting in and out of my mouth, and now I wanted to
serve him, to make him feel as good as before. I was still a little afraid he would hold a grudge later, blaming
me for my loss of virginity. I felt his penis was unusually large and hard today. When I released it
, I saw it angrily erect, the dark red glans shiny from swelling, the tip
slightly split open, looking fierce. A little guilty, I swallowed the fierce glans head
, using all my oral skills to please and serve it. My husband once praised me, saying I was a top student who graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music
with a major in classical instrument performance. I knew he meant I could play the xiao (a type of Chinese flute). And because we're
from different places, he doesn't know my past, so sometimes he'd half-jokingly ask if I had
professional training—which, I suppose, meant I'd been a prostitute. Of course, over the years we've been together, my husband has gradually learned
about my past. He knows I'm a clean woman, that I've had a failed marriage and several
relationships, and that I'm never conservative in my sex life, always open and enjoying the pleasures of sex, but I
've never been promiscuous. I'm getting off-topic; maybe women have an instinct to defend themselves. Let's get back to the present
. I'm diligently wrapping my husband's penis, making him feel comfortable and satisfied. My husband started by kneeling
in front of me while I rubbed his penis. Later, he probably got tired and sat on the bed. Then he lay on his back with his legs wide
open. I bent down and grasped his thick, hard penis,
licking it from his anus upwards to the glans, then downwards, covering his testicles and gently moving them in my mouth
. My husband made soft sounds of pleasure, occasionally moaning. I knew he was
enjoying himself immensely.
Because I was kneeling so low, my buttocks looked even higher. By the way
, I'm a petite woman, rather short for a woman, and quite voluptuous.
My breasts are neither too big nor too small, and because I've never breastfed, they're always perky. I have a plump bottom, which is my husband's type.
My thighs are very firm; sometimes when he touches my genitals, I squeeze my legs together, which makes him cry out in pain. My figure
is complemented by a baby face, with neatly arched, untrimmed eyebrows that my husband says
are beautiful and delicate. I have big, double-lidded eyes and very fair skin. From a young age, I've been praised for being
like a doll with beautiful features. Even now, in my thirties, many strangers still mistake
me for an unmarried woman. My personality is also somewhat naive, pure, unpretentious, and unsophisticated.
While not the glamorous type, I'm a very likable and attractive woman. In my husband's words, he
's like a little baby he wants to hold and cherish the moment he sees me.
That's how my husband named me.
Now, with my petite yet voluptuous body, my plump, white buttocks sticking up high, I'm sure H, who has known
me for so many years, could never imagine me looking like this, so lewd. I could clearly feel
H behind me, gripping my plump buttocks, thrusting harder and harder without any restraint. He
would occasionally slap my plump, white buttocks hard with his large, rough hands, making a loud "slap slap" sound. I didn't care if
the other rooms could hear me; I didn't care anymore. The numb, tingling sensation from the slaps
spread throughout my body, a tingling, electric-like feeling. In my daze, I forgot to wrap
my husband's penis. Sensing my neglect, my husband got up and knelt again, grabbed my hair, pressed my head
down, and began thrusting hard into my poor little mouth.
My two holes, one in front and one behind, one above and one below, were being brutally penetrated by two men. The room echoed with
the sounds of splashing water, heavy breathing, and groans. From the beginning until now, I've been relentlessly and violently thrust into by these two men
for almost two hours. I feel like my body is about to fall apart, and my soul is about to melt. Just
when I was at the peak of ecstasy, I heard my husband's familiar low moan. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I perked up
and vigorously wrapped my arms around his penis. Suddenly, a
powerful stream of hot fluid shot deep into my mouth. I greedily sucked it in, drawing every last drop of his hot, rice-water-like
semen into my mouth. His penis remained motionless in my mouth as I slowly swallowed his essence. Suddenly, I heard H
roar from behind. After a series of violent thrusts, a stream of hot fluid rushed into my vagina. H also ejaculated, ejaculating
deep into my vagina, into the vagina of the woman he had once pursued, into the
vagina of his wife's best friend.
I am a woman who is particularly sensitive to semen; you could say I have a strong semen fetish. Two men
ejaculated their hot semen inside me one after the other, releasing a strong, lewd smell that instantly stimulated my
body and soul. I let out a long, almost neurotic moan, and collapsed onto the bed in a spasm of trembling
… (This is my first attempt at writing about my own experience after reading other women's accounts; there are some fictional elements.)
Most of it is true, but I feel it's not quite as well-written as I'd like. Many things happened after that day, some too embarrassing to talk
about, and I don't know if I have the courage to continue.
The following account may be somewhat unpleasant, but I'm trying to be objective; whatever it is, is
what it is.
I collapsed onto the bed, limp and powerless, my body convulsing. My consciousness was still somewhat hazy; I
knew I was lying between two men, and although I could hear their rustling sounds, they seemed
very far away.
My chest was still heaving rapidly, my breathing was still rapid, and something warm slowly
flowed from my lower body, sliding down my thighs, but I didn't want to move or clean it.
I tried to calm myself; today's events were too unexpected, leaving me unable to process them.
What on earth happened? Am I really such a promiscuous woman? These two men are
people I'm very close to; how can I face them after this? And what if X finds out about this? If so, how can I face
her? I thought about it a lot, but I couldn't make sense of it.
"You slut, you're done fucking and you don't care about your man anymore? Did you fuck him to death?" A familiar voice, a familiar
tone, reached my ears. This was of course my brother, my husband, my master.
We'd done this kind of conversation, this kind of game, many times before. At this moment, my husband was my master, and I was his little sex
slave.
Almost reflexively, I jumped up and crawled like a little bitch, whispering,
"Master."
"Slut, hurry up and crawl over here to clean up for your master!" My husband's voice was full of authority, and hearing it
filled me with pleasure from the bottom of my heart. For years, my husband had done this to me. I knew that at this moment,
rather than torturing me, he was rewarding me, rewarding me with endless pleasure. I felt like I was being electrocuted
, instantly entering a state of frenzy. I knew my husband, my master, was about to give me so much
sexual bliss again.
I obediently crawled towards my master, not daring to raise my head too high, only daring to look up at my husband with a pitiful
expression. My husband taught me all this; I no longer need his commands. My husband still had a stern
face, but I could always detect a hint of mischief in it. Actually, I wasn't afraid of my husband at all. Especially at
times like this, I was even less afraid. He might physically torture me severely, even causing me physical
pain, but I knew he truly cherished me and would never truly hurt me. Everything he did
was to allow both of us to fully and completely enjoy sexual pleasure, body and soul. Of course, I
would also cooperate and obey my husband, because my thoughts were the same as his. However, I read some BDSM
novels that portrayed women as mindless, soulless puppets; that was purely men's
one-sided fantasy from their own perspective. Anyway, we weren't like that. Being "trained" by my husband was actually
part of our sexual experience, a shared activity and enjoyment for both of us.
"Master, let this little bitch lick your cock." I begged in the most despicable and lewd language, a
tacit understanding we'd reached over time, the kind of thing my husband loved to hear. As I spoke these lewd words, a
tingling sensation ran through my vagina, and I reveled in my subservience before my husband. Then, I carefully cupped his semi-erect cock in my hands
, like holding my most beloved treasure, lowered my head, opened my mouth, and gently took it in.
"Damn, so fucking lewd, you really know how to enjoy yourself, bro!"
The sudden voice made my body tremble violently, and my husband's not-so-erect cock
slipped out of my slightly open mouth. Oh my god, I just remembered that H was still beside me. I was really a bit dazed just now, I'd completely forgotten about this.
I actually acted so lewd and lewd in front of H, it's so embarrassing.
"You slut, what are you daydreaming about? You've been fucked by a thousand men and pierced by ten thousand, what are you pretending to be chaste for now!" My husband
pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out in pain, falling backward in
front of the two men.
"You stinking husband, I haven't been fucked by a thousand men and pierced by ten thousand..." I involuntarily retorted, but my voice
grew softer and softer until it was barely audible. When my husband was training me, he had made me describe being
fucked by many men at the same time, and he had even made me play the role of a prostitute. I didn't resist my husband scolding me like this. But now
H was right there. Although H had just fucked me too, I still couldn't accept losing
face in front of H. It was too despicable and lewd. And if H really believed these words, it would be too shameful. I would never be
able to clear my name.
"You slut, you were just fucked hard by two dicks, and you were moaning so lewdly. You still say you didn't!"
"You stinking husband, baby didn't, I just didn't." I wanted to argue again.
"You slut, you dare talk back. Brother, did it feel good to fuck my little slut's pussy just now?"
"Yes, it felt so good, Xiaomeng's pussy is so tight, so good." H's voice sounded particularly lewd and obscene to my ears
. However, he wasn't used to calling me "baby" yet, so he called me by my real name.
"Brother, baby's pussy moves on its own, it contracts and exercises every day, it never
misses a day when I'm at work, of course it's very tight. Little slut, let your brother H admire how your little slut's pussy contracts."
"Bad husband, no!" My stinky husband went too far. This is such a shameful thing, it's
a secret between my husband and me. Showing my little slut is my husband's privilege, and my stinky husband is so generous as to give it to another
man, stinky husband.
"Oh, little slut has a new man, and doesn't listen to her master anymore, doesn't she want her master's dick to fuck
her?" My husband's words were more like a threat than a threat.
"Yes, yes, yes, baby wants husband's dick to fuck her, baby will listen to her master." I hurriedly confessed to my husband
.
"Speak properly, what are you?"
"Baby is a little slut, a little rotten cunt, a little bitch, a little bitch, baby is master's little sex slave." That's it,
I've said these words a thousand times, and once I start, I can't stop.
"Are you a little slut who's been fucked by a thousand men and pierced by ten thousand?"
"Yes." I didn't want to insist anymore.
"Explain yourself, what are you?"
"Baby is a little slut, a little bitch, a little whore, a little bitch, a little bitch who's been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand men. Baby is Master
's little sex slave."
"Now show us your little bitch that's been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand men."
"Husband—um," I had just shown a hint of refusal when I heard my husband groan, swallowing
back the sound I hadn't yet uttered, weakly saying, "Master..."
"Hurry up!"
I sighed inwardly. It seemed that today my husband was going to completely indulge in depravity. As long as my husband
was willing, I would listen to him in everything. I was my husband's little sex slave, and I really wanted to be a good little
sex slave for him.
I sat there, slowly spreading my legs, revealing my wet vagina to the two men, and
bowing my head deeply. I saw my white belly, a little plump, folded into a fleshy groove. I used to be
very self-conscious about my slightly chubby figure, but my husband always said he liked it, that he liked my chubby little
belly, and that it felt so good to press against it. From my lower abdomen down, my pubic hair was completely white and clean. I'm not actually a
pubic shaver, but my husband likes it, so I shaved it clean before he came today. Normally,
my pubic hair is neither thick nor thin, forming an inverted triangle. My husband describes my vagina as a "bun-shaped pussy," plump and with a
narrow slit in the middle. But because I had just experienced the intense thrusting of two large penises, the usually tightly closed slit was now
split open, and my labia were swollen and shiny, though one side was larger than the other.
Some white, shiny liquid was seeping out of my vagina; I didn't know if it was his semen or my own vaginal fluid, but it definitely wasn't my husband 's semen, because his semen is very thick, and he just ejaculated into my mouth and I swallowed it. 　　There was a shiny, sticky mark on the inside of
one of my thighs. 　　"Look up at our dicks, spread your cunt open with your hands, and contract your vaginal opening." My stinky husband 　　was going to completely humiliate me. I didn't want to resist anymore. I understood my husband's feelings, and I liked to go along with his 　　ideas. He liked it, and so did I. 　　I used my hands to spread apart the two labia of my vagina, revealing a small opening still glistening with vaginal fluid. Although it had just been 　　thrust into, the opening was still narrow and small. This was my pride, and my husband's pride too. I guessed that my husband 　　was sharing his most cherished woman with someone else today, probably out of a desire to show off. He often said that such 　　a good baby, such a good pussy, it would be a waste not to let others taste it. Following my husband's instructions, I contracted my 　　small opening again and again, and the glistening vaginal fluid gushed out and flowed down, I felt it was already flowing down to my anus 　　. 　　I looked up at the two men, both sitting against the headboard, their two large penises already throbbing with desire. I curiously 　　compared the two large penises. My husband's penis is longer and thinner, while H's is shorter and thicker. But 　　the most unique thing about my husband's penis is its exceptionally large glans, like a giant mushroom, with a diameter far exceeding that of the shaft. 　　Below the glans is a very obvious coronal sulcus, which feels like it's stuck inside my vagina every time it enters, especially 　　when it's pulled out, scraping against my tender flesh, making my whole body tingle. Looking at the two large penises in front of me, 　　a strange feeling slowly welled up inside me; a desire began to grow uncontrollably, a longing that I desperately wanted these two 　　large penises to immediately fill the emptiness deep within my body. 　　I don't want to continue writing about what happened next. I clearly remember that this time I was the one initiating it. I 　　was like a sexually frustrated slut, a whore, a harlot, repeatedly satisfying the two men before me, no matter 　　what they asked for. I repeatedly took the initiative to demand from them, as if this were my last 　　supper, and I didn't want to leave any regrets. I wanted to drain these two men dry. I honestly don't remember how many times I orgasmed 　　, nor do I remember how many times those two men ejaculated. It was definitely far fewer than the number of times I orgasmed. 　　I've mentioned before that I'm naturally more sensitive than others; my orgasms come very quickly, and I orgasm again and again. 　　My body was covered in sticky fluid—the sweat of a few men, my own vaginal fluid, and 　　the semen of the two men. I never swallowed their semen again, not even my husband's. 　　I had discussed it with him before, and he seemed particularly unwilling for me to swallow other men's semen. My virginity wasn't his; he 　　wanted to consider swallowing semen his privilege and exclusive right. Although I was incredibly frenzied at the time, I still had a bottom line subconsciously, 　　and perhaps my husband did too. 　　That night, we barely rested—or rather, I barely rested at all, while they took turns resting 　　for a while. This was my most intense and enjoyable sexual experience. I believe 　　it will never happen again. Afterwards, I asked my husband very seriously, "Honey, do you really want me to be 　　such a shameless and promiscuous woman? Are you really willing to share your baby with another man?" My husband stared into my 　　eyes, remained silent for a while, and instead of answering me directly, asked, "Do you like the baby?" 　　I replied, "As long as you like it, I'm willing to do anything for you. The baby will always belong to you. 　　Maybe one day you'll have another man, but I only want to belong to one man." I knew there 　　were some contradictions and illogical points in my words, but I believed my husband understood what I meant. My husband 　　said slowly but firmly, "I understand. I will always respect the baby's wishes, and I will never do anything to hurt the baby." I 　　understood too; actually, I understood even without him saying those words.

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