An inexplicable experience

For many years, our married life has been harmonious. However, for the past year or so, I've felt an intense surge in my libido. After one time, I want it again, but my husband is already physically unable to satisfy me. He loves me very much, but my frequent unsatisfaction makes me very irritable at work during the day.

This continued until after the Spring Festival this year. One evening after work, he mysteriously said to me, "Shall I find you another one?" I didn't understand at first and asked what he meant. He said another hunky man. I was furious, feeling like he was playing a trick on me. I angrily turned away and went to sleep, but I couldn't calm down. Three men or more—we've only ever seen that in porn; I never imagined I'd actually do it myself.

To be honest, my strong libido can only be satisfied by two men, or even more. The feeling after an orgasm is so comfortable and exhilarating, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily. I haven't felt that way in a long time… In the following days, he brought it up again. I'm so grateful to my husband. He completely abandoned traditional Chinese values and prioritized my physical pleasure. I'm truly grateful to him.

He asked me what kind of man I liked, and I said, "Someone like you, but he has to be sexually strong, otherwise it's pointless."

That day after work, my husband said he would take me out for Western food to meet a friend. That's when I met LZ. In the dimly lit restaurant, ambiguous music filled the air. There weren't many people, and we found a seat by the window. Outside, there was a parking lot and lush greenery. I could see our black Nissan Teana and the cars coming and going.

My husband gazed at me tenderly. I didn't dare look at him. I didn't understand this man I had been with for so many years, and even doubted whether he truly loved me. But his eyes told me that he cherished me.

I waited anxiously. Then, my husband received a phone call and said, "He's here." A moment later, a man in his late twenties was standing next to us. He wasn't handsome, but he was fairly well-proportioned, about 1.75 meters tall and weighing over 70 kilograms. Fortunately, he wasn't unpleasant to look at.

He looked at me amicably, and my husband also acted amicably. Clearly, at that moment, our attitudes, especially my husband's, were crucial. I felt like a rabbit; any unpleasant sound or glance from him would send me into a panic. I couldn't be open at that moment because I'm not really that open, even though I'm quite promiscuous in bed.

I smiled and continued sipping my iced coffee. They were talking, from trivial matters like whether they were busy with work to the restaurant's setup. Finally, my husband gently asked LZ if he had ever had this experience before. He vaguely said he had once and it felt okay. He said the woman first needs to relax and enjoy herself, and then looked at me. I lowered my head and remained silent, just smiling. I wondered to myself, could this man satisfy me?

My husband was very frank: "She's very strong and engaged, there shouldn't be any problems. I'm just worried about whether you and I can satisfy her." LZ said it mainly depends on the chemistry between the two men.

I looked around; the waiters were all busy with their own things, and no one noticed our quiet conversation. I stuck out my tongue, and my husband patted my back, signaling me to calm down. LZ kept glancing at me; I felt he had a good impression of me. I consider myself a mature young woman, possessing a certain allure that's currently quite appealing.

Perhaps, like many others, a chance meeting with strangers doesn't necessarily mean immediate sex. We were the same. My husband suggested we reschedule for another time, perhaps to a nicer place, or even just my place, and he agreed. He whispered in my ear, "I want to ignite your desire even more..."

On the way home, I said to him, "Are we crazy? Why does a simple sexual encounter have to be a threesome?" He asked, "What do you mean?" I asked him, "Won't you regret it? In that situation, could you accept my promiscuity under someone else's guidance?"

He was silent for a long time, then quietly said, "Why do you always have to think so clearly? Do I need to be interrogated by my own soul? We live to be happy, and there are many ways to be happy. I think the devastation of the tsunami has made us realize what it means to enjoy life to the fullest."

Yes! Why do I have to think so clearly?

My husband finally said with a sense of relief, "Actually, I'm selfish. I wanted to see how you act in front of other men. I wanted to look at you with appreciative eyes and feel you."

The following days were busy with work, and we hardly had any intimacy. Sometimes I wanted to, but seeing him go to sleep without any feeling, I gave up. But I really wanted to; several times I dreamed of being aroused by several men engaging in stimulating sexual acts.

On Saturday evening, my husband came home from work and said he wanted to take me to the beach, saying he wanted to go with me, which was LZ.

The beach after early winter wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined, especially at night; the newly lit lights seemed to shrink in the sea breeze. My husband parked the car at the hotel, put his arm around my waist, and led me into the hotel. I felt the warmth of his hand.

My husband whispered in my ear, "He's already in room 410." I asked in surprise, "Did you arrange this?" He said, "I felt you were very tired lately, and I wanted you to relax." At that moment, I couldn't say anything more. I felt like a bird on a perch, wanting to indulge but something was holding me back.

I understand the urge to indulge stems from a week of suppressed emotions in my hectic life, while the constraint comes from the fear of not knowing my husband's true thoughts.

Pushing open the door, I saw LZ watching TV. He stood up naturally, like an old friend, saying, "I just got here too," and kept looking at me. On the coffee table next to him were several wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

Deep down, a woman my age shouldn't be conquered by an unmarried young man, neither outwardly nor inwardly, because sex is a necessity of life, not something mysterious. With LZ in front of me, my biggest doubt was: Is he up to the task? Yes, is he up to the task? This is the question all women involved in or about to engage in a threesome consider.

My husband is right; I always like to consider things calmly. Now that I'm in this room, it's not a matter of backing down. I smiled, greeted him, and the ambiguous lighting in the room and the furnishings on the bed made me feel a surge of desire.

Seeing LZ's recollection, my memory is hazy. My husband said this kind of dating was discussed on several dating websites and chat rooms, but perhaps without meeting in person, I wouldn't have any recollection.

Meeting LZ was our third meeting with the people involved; once, it was a couple. They originally wanted to swap partners, but after meeting, the man kept scrutinizing me, spoke somewhat arrogantly, and later, when they couldn't agree on a hotel, they parted ways and lost contact.

My husband said he wanted to find a man who appreciated me like he did, and he and LZ hit it off immediately, probably because he found her acceptable. Besides, LZ's gaze didn't seem unpleasant to me.

Most people juxtapose sex and love; sex without love is unacceptable, but what is the point of love without sex? I'm the kind of woman who can accept sex without love. Frankly, at this age, most women are thinking about sex; spring is almost over, and there's no need to worry about where the flowers have fallen. After each sexual encounter, I always looked youthful and radiant in the mirror, with a girlish shyness.

The night was like a wildly blooming rose. The three of us sat together casually, drinking. My husband would occasionally put his arm around my waist. I don't drink much; a little alcohol would knock me out. When my husband kissed me again, I moaned softly and fell into his arms. He gently pushed me against him. I couldn't deny the stimulation of touching a stranger's body, especially his masculine scent. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

My husband had already gone to the bathroom to shower. We lay on the bed, frantically caressing each other under the influence of desire. His lower body was already hard… That night, when a woman faced two men, the slightly drunken feeling made me forget all unacceptable notions. Enjoyment was enjoyment.

My husband's scent, movements, and the feeling he gave me were all familiar. He was as tender and indulgent as ever, letting me moan. LZ went to shower, and my husband had already stripped me down to just my small bra. That day, I had deliberately chosen a sexy black leopard-print knit bra set; my 34D breasts are the main reason I always like to wear tight clothes.

I was already positioned in the middle of the bed, anticipating the feast of love, my legs pressed tightly against my husband's body. He was constantly kissing my eyelashes and eyelids… Immersed in his wet, hot kisses, I felt a warm current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but speak a little louder. He was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly below from the front, my breasts firmly grasped.

My breathing became increasingly heavy as the warm current below moved closer to my sensitive areas. Just as I was about to reach my limit, something hard was inserted into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it, forcefully propelling it with my tongue, accepting its fierce attacks.

A series of inexplicable sensations surged from my lower body. I felt my legs trembling as he took my little bud into his mouth, like a pear blossom gently shaking in the spring drizzle. His warmth relentlessly stimulated my sensitive nerves, making my sucking even more intense. I heard a loud moan and gasp, so familiar yet so strange.

My body writhed joyfully in waves of intense stimulation, yet also anxiously awaited his arrival, almost pleadingly yielding, trying to grasp something, my body twisting on the edge of emptiness… What is desire? It is an endless, unwilling wait at the threshold of climax; a rainbow about to fall above a small boat on a beautiful lake. Waiting for his entry

, I felt like I was the only woman in the world, as if centuries of waiting had been for this moment. The writhing of my hips, even the yielding of my entire body, couldn't express my excitement and gratitude. I thank men, I thank all men.

This was our first time together, and I could tell he was completely overwhelmed by my intense reactions. Just as I was about to be completely conquered, he suddenly pulled away from me with tremendous force, leaving me adrift in an empty abyss. He said, somewhat dejectedly, "It's too hot inside. I couldn't withstand the suction it gave me..."

A familiar force slowly lifted me from the abyss, and we became increasingly intertwined. My entire body seemed to float in the sky, losing its own strength. My face was flushed, exhaustion permeated every corner of my body, and the disarray and satisfaction after the feast made the room feel somewhat decadent.

Even a man as radiant as LZ probably never imagined he would give up so inexplicably. Everyone has their own characteristics, and every woman has different characteristics during intercourse—different moans and cries, each with different effects on a man even with the same pleasurable response.

After showering, the sunny man kissed me into his arms. His lower body, after a brief test, had become accustomed to an opponent like me. I teased him with my tongue, gently biting him with my teeth, rubbing against his hard, smooth, swollen skin. His comfortable breaths reignited my passion.

Before me was no longer a foreign object; it was a gift bestowed upon me with boundless adoration and longing. I greedily kissed and teased it, occasionally stimulating his scrotum and cleavage. I could feel his increasingly intense throbbing and unease, and the occasional, rapid trembling of his thighs. If I were fortunate enough to be a man's opponent, I would do my best to be one, and this was true now.

He poured all his passion into me, a warm current gushing out, enveloping my mouth, cheeks, and breasts… In the hazy night, the three of us, like close friends, half-embraced, left the hotel. The internet is truly magical; it can transform bodies that were complete strangers just hours ago into such intimate companions.

LZ kissed my forehead, asking if we would have another chance to meet. I looked at my husband; he simply smiled in response. This is a chaotic world, and perhaps some people simply enjoy this chaos; my husband is one of them.

After breaking up with LZ, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how much pleasure I had tonight, I couldn't be too blatant because of another man's presence.

To be honest, I was a little tired, but even more excited. Certain parts of my body were still stimulating me regardless of the situation; clearly, the extra stimulation was making it impossible for my usually restrained nerves to calm down… His energy was beyond my expectations. My husband asked if I was satisfied with that guy, and I vaguely replied, "It's alright, mainly because you're here, I feel really good."

He drove with one hand, and with the other, he pressed me against his genitals, right below the steering wheel. I could feel it still throbbing, as if it were about to burst out. He leaned forward, wanting me to pull it out, the car still speeding along the wide road… I asked worriedly, "Is this okay?" I was worried the speeding car would veer off course because of his excitement and my stimulation.

He didn't answer, but pressed my head down, and I obediently took it in my mouth, working as usual. My mind went blank. I was willing to risk my life for this moment, if it truly required.

He didn't back down because of my cooperation; instead, he became even harder. I hesitated, not taking responsibility for myself, but at least for him. A man had already gone this far for me; I couldn't let him pay the price for my promiscuity. It was unnecessary.

I quickly looked up, kissed him from under the steering wheel, and refused to give in to his pleas. I loved him.

I have no recollection of going up the stairs to get home. He pushed me onto the bed… That night, it was our first time in years. I've forgotten how many rounds we went; he said ten, but I don't know, because my nerves and blood were all focused on my lower body. I was constantly busy dealing with his ebb and flow.

In the end, who truly benefited from the threesome? Some say the woman, some say a certain man.

In truth, the story continues every day in different ways, bringing feelings of joy or loss; only the person experiencing it truly knows. Men are always trying to satisfy women's and their own senses; women are just pursuing things in a daze. A mature woman pursuing this feeling is just trying to numb her disappointed spirit. It is just a simple exercise that does not require any mental effort.

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