Enjoy the vacation and men

I'm 27 years old, and my husband is 29. We've been married for two years. My feelings for my husband are real and definite. We spend a lot of time preparing for sex, trying to maximize our enjoyment during the act. For example, watching adult videos, seeing how others portray these things, and buying different toys and lingerie are basic things. I don't know if my husband is too obsessed with this kind of content, but he's started to fantasize about me with another man. When I asked him why, he said that watching the person he loves enjoy multiple pleasures makes him happy and excited. Women are generally passive in this area. At the time, I felt that sex shouldn't be discussed openly, and certain sexual interests were taboo when they violated moral values. Therefore, my attitude towards threesomes was, first and foremost, unacceptable. I remember before we had any experience, my husband, in order to change my mindset, constantly created a threesome atmosphere with me. He would buy me toys and have me kneel in front of him, play with the toys, and suck his penis. My husband often asks me to watch threesome videos with him, wanting me to pay attention to how the female protagonists enjoy different sexual experiences. He says they can be treated by different men and experience different ways of being with men. He claims that if one man can't do a certain position, two men can, and it can satisfy a woman. I remember my first time was on my husband's second wedding anniversary, and we were enjoying a five-day, four-night vacation in Thailand. On that trip, I prepared my usual black lace pajamas and brought my favorite toys. That evening, we returned to the hotel early. I changed into my underwear and put on a beaded necklace in the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom dressed like this, I was shocked to find another strange man sitting on the sofa besides my husband. At that moment, I felt utterly ashamed. Because my black lace bra only provided support without any lace covering me; and the small piece of fabric on my lower body was practically nothing at all… Husband: “Why aren’t you coming over? What’s there to be shy about? I often say I want to find another man to make you feel good, and now I’m fulfilling my promise. I want you to enjoy yourself more than ever before. Your body tells me that one man isn’t enough to satisfy you… If you’re shy, let me liven things up!” So, I went to my husband’s side. He held my hand tightly. At that moment, I felt safer. My gaze remained fixed on my husband’s, refusing to look at the other man’s face.

Husband: "Wife, I'm with you. Don't worry, I won't abandon you. But you should follow your own instincts and not resist. If you're still nervous, why not blindfold yourself?" Then, my husband blindfolded me… In that moment, I felt like a helpless child, letting him do as he pleased. He pulled me down, I lay on the bed, he pulled down my panties, and spread my legs… I didn't know whose tongue was inside me, and the tip of the tongue began to swirl between my legs. I started to relax, every pore on my skin stood on end, but my mind was still wondering, who was making me feel good? Just as I was filled with questions, suddenly something hard pushed open my lips. I felt that round, hard shaft—it was none other than my familiar husband. Once I confirmed it was my husband, I knew someone else was pleasing me, and I became even more eager to suck on him. However, that double pleasure was fleeting. My husband was nowhere to be found, and I felt lost and empty. But the lower half of my body, instead of a tongue, was being penetrated by another large object, a sensation that felt very special, unlike anything my husband had always given me; it was a new feeling. I slowly went from whispering to following his fast rhythm to laughing loudly… At that moment, I had forgotten my experiences with my husband. Now, I was simply acting on instinct, making such a huge, shameful, and exciting gesture towards a stranger. I was doing this in front of a man I deeply loved, and I didn't know if it was right or wrong… I was heartbroken, but why did my lower body leak a slippery fluid down to my thighs when I was heartbroken? I didn't know… I wondered how my husband felt? Did he no longer love me? But while I was still worrying about whether my husband still loved me, I had already… The feeling of my first threesome was exhilarating. During the process, I didn't resist too much; in fact, even in front of a stranger, my juices were flowing, and I couldn't control my moans. I felt like I was enjoying it. As for my husband, he kept staring at my mouth, from which another man was flowing. His reaction was anger, but the angrier he became, the more excited he became. How could I resolve this? The stranger finally left, and I felt the foreplay was over. Why foreplay? Because the fire in my husband and me was about to explode. What had just happened was a visual pleasure for my husband, and a real experience for me. However, the definition of "true love" was redefined from that moment on. Conflict and tension filled the space between us. If we couldn't overcome this hurdle, it would lead to different outcomes. Husband: "Were you enjoying it just now?" Me: "Mmm..." My husband loudly and earnestly repeated, word by word: "Were you enjoying it just now?" I softly said, "Yes." My husband commanded me: "Then you should repeat how you enjoyed yourself with someone else to me!" At that moment, I could only obey and follow his orders... He lay on the bed, and I gently pressed my breasts against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his skin in circles, while I felt something hard touching my lower body. I was like a hunter hunting its prey. However, the hunter didn't immediately enjoy his prey. He played with it... only sucking on the tip of the sphere to moisten it. The constant entry and exit made him even more anxious, and his mood became more irritable and dissatisfied. My husband asked me, "Is this how you seduce others? Do you want to make them unable to resist you?" Before I could finish speaking, he thrust into me forcefully.

That night, he entered me again and again, wanting to possess me entirely—my heart, my body, everything—so that nothing could separate us. I experienced pleasure time and time again. Afterwards, my husband told me that a threesome was a true man's medium, giving us another way to do foreplay. Next time, he wanted me to look at him while with the second man, saying he wanted to appreciate my expression of enjoyment. Sex is one way to express love, and there's countless information online about sexual techniques. However, what truly captivates is the cooperation between two people, the satisfaction of the other, and one's own personal desires. Two people can enjoy themselves together, better expressing the reasons for their love. If only one person is satisfied, it lacks quality; it's merely sexual expression. Therefore, the advantage of casual sex is the lack of responsibility and broadened horizons, but the memorable moments are few and far between. During my threesome with my husband, we experienced many emotional highs and lows—jealousy, anger—but our relationship deepened and we loved each other more deeply through this medium. Since the threesomes started, my mindset and the methods with my husband have been constantly changing. The scenes he enjoys can appear before him, arousing his sexual excitement. I, in turn, expose myself to him, expressing my desires and using quantifiable terms to describe myself—enjoying the sexual techniques of two men, which should be quite exhilarating. However, my mental state is even more exciting than the quantifiable enjoyment. It's because of the deep, unrestricted mental space, the absence of critical judgment, yet the pleasure derived from the tension of engaging in what might be considered immoral behavior within a morally regulated environment. Most importantly, the person I'm engaging with is my husband. But as the threesomes have become more frequent, the excitement doesn't occur every time. A couple of times with dessert makes me feel like a princess, giving me a burst of energy, but prolonged exposure to this feels like losing the meaning of the threesome. My husband has always been involved in arranging the sexual pleasure; he's happy to see me conquered by another man, thus providing enjoyment for both of us. Although this time it was still arranged by my husband, it was different. He arranged for me to have a date with a stranger named Feng, a business acquaintance of his. After get off work in the evening, Feng picked me up from my workplace. I received different treatment than usual; he placed a bunch of lilies and purple roses in the car, a way for a man to express his sincerity to a woman, which I gladly accepted. We chose a quiet restaurant for dinner, and we got to know each other better through conversation. When with a stranger of the opposite sex, one is more or less inclined to present their best side and express their subjective feelings. I also took the initiative to suggest what to do sexually after dinner. Feng is a relatively quiet man, and it wasn't easy for him to express his sexual preferences. However, under the influence of alcohol, we became more relaxed, and I brought out my husband's inner world. It turned out that although he knew my husband was in charge of the game, he also revealed his personal style. The simplest way to express how to please a woman is to demonstrate one's abilities, thereby allowing the woman to enjoy the process. He didn't seem to care about accessories like necklaces, earrings, or even underwear. Perhaps everyone has their own thoughts, and after hearing his words, I didn't deliberately respond. At least when two people are together, talking is a form of communication. Being a woman, I tend to be reserved in social situations, and having grown up in an all-girls school, I'm not very good at interacting with men. I have this misconception that men have ulterior motives for starting conversations with me. This outwardly arrogant but actually awkward performance has caused me to miss many opportunities to connect with friends. But tonight, I felt more focused on finding my own pleasure than on putting on a show of social interaction, so I made a teasing remark: "I hope I can find out what you like tonight." After paying the bill, Feng led me towards the hotel elevators. We skipped the check-in counter and went straight to our room; everything was pre-arranged. Looking out the window from the room at the lights of the night street felt warm and surreal; but up close, the silvery streetlights illuminating the shipping containers contrasted sharply with a cold reality. The stark contrast made me want to escape, so surrendering myself to this man seemed like the only option. Feng

wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed deeply. I had come prepared; I had a set of red lingerie and a thick gold necklace in my bag. I asked him how he wanted me to dress, and his answer was as I expected: "Simple." Behind me, without any adornment, wrapped only in a large white towel, I lay on the bed watching the street scene, waiting for Feng to come out. Feng kissed my entire body, from my lips, ears, and neck down to my breasts. He squeezed them together, creating a cleavage, and kneaded them with his hands, then took turns sucking on my nipples, his soft sounds filling the room. I changed positions, lying face down on the bed with my head towards the window and my buttocks slightly raised—a gesture I made as a signal. However, Feng didn't penetrate me. Instead, he offered gentle caresses with his tongue, his comfortable sounds mingling with rapid breathing… Just then, the phone rang. It was my husband calling. I ran to the bathroom to answer, said I was okay, and then left the phone, still connected, for my husband to listen on the other end. My sounds of ecstasy were a performance for both men to know how much I was enjoying myself. The affair unfolded as smoothly as usual, nothing out of the ordinary, but I was content. Afterward, my husband and I rarely had threesomes anymore, only once or twice, because the initial excitement didn't escalate to a quality sexual experience. Now, with my husband's consent, Feng and I have developed a relationship. My husband rarely interferes with my dates with Feng anymore. Feng and I spend our time together like lovers, going shopping, watching movies, etc. He was very considerate and caring towards me, almost like a boyfriend, but in my husband's eyes, he remained indifferent, while his desire was building. Unlike my husband's elaborate demands, my simple dates with Feng made me feel like he was my girlfriend. However, I never forgot the process, because I would tell my husband about the things Feng and I had done, and demonstrate them to him; he would be jealous of my devotion. My relationship with Feng was no longer just about what happened in the bedroom, but like that of a couple, and in the bedroom, I received the comfort a woman craves from a man. Talking to my husband about another man... my husband... must be incredibly excited, and I must have gotten a lot of enjoyment from him. In my heart, I could receive the love and care of two men; I believe other women might not have this feeling.

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