Three people walking together is just a simple exercise.

To be honest, my desires are so strong that only two men, or even more, can satisfy me. The feeling after an orgasm is so comfortable and refreshing, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily. I haven't felt this way in a long time… In the following days, he kept bringing it up again. I was very grateful to my son; he completely abandoned traditional Chinese values and put my physical pleasure first. I was sincerely grateful to him.

He asked me what kind of man I liked, and I said someone like you, but he must be sexually strong, otherwise there's no point.

That day after work, he said he would take me out for Western food to meet a friend. That's when I met Lin Zewei. In the dimly lit restaurant, ambiguous music filled the air. There weren't many people. We found a seat by the window, overlooking the parking lot and lush greenery.

I could see our black Nissan Teana and the cars coming and going outside. My son gazed at me tenderly. I didn't dare look at him. I didn't quite understand the 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 dearly.

I waited anxiously.

Just then, my son received a phone call saying he was coming.

A moment later, a man around 28 or 29 years old was standing beside us. He wasn't handsome, but rather average-looking, about 1.75 meters tall and weighing over 70 kilograms. Thankfully, he wasn't

unpleasant to look at. He gave me a friendly look, and my son reciprocated.

Clearly, at that moment, our attitudes, especially my son's, were crucial. I was like a rabbit; any unpleasant sound or glance from him would make me retreat and my heart race. I couldn't be very open at that moment because I'm not really that open, although I'm usually quite promiscuous in bed.

I smiled and continued sipping my iced coffee.

They talked, from trivial matters like whether they were busy with work to the restaurant's setup. Finally, my son quietly asked Lin Zewei if he had any experience with this 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. In my heart, I wondered, could this man satisfy me? My son bluntly said she was very strong and engaged, so there shouldn't be any problems. He was just worried about whether I and he could satisfy her.

Lin Zewei said it mainly depended 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.

My son patted my back, signaling me to calm down.

Lin Zewei kept glancing at me; I felt he had a good impression of me.

I considered myself a mature young woman, with the kind of allure that's popular these days.

Perhaps, like many people, a meeting with strangers doesn't necessarily mean immediate sex. We were the same. My son suggested we reschedule for another time, perhaps to a nicer place, or maybe my place.

He agreed.

My son whispered in my ear, "I want to ignite your passion even more..." On my way home, I said to my son, "Are we crazy? Why does a simple sexual encounter have to be resolved with a threesome?" My son asked, "What do you think?" I asked him, "Won't you regret it? In that situation, could you accept my wanton behavior 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 interrogate your soul? We live to be happy, and there are many ways to be happy.

I think the catastrophic nature 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 son finally said with relief, "Actually, I'm very selfish. I want to see how you are with other men. I want to look at you with appreciative eyes and feel you."

The following days were quite busy with work, and we hardly had any intimacy. Sometimes I thought about it, but seeing that he was indifferent and wanted to sleep, I gave up.

But I really wanted to, and several times I dreamed of being aroused by several men engaging in stimulating sexual acts.

On Saturday evening, my son came home from work and said he wanted to take me to the beach, saying he wanted to invite him along.

That is, Lin Zewei.

The beach after early winter was not as beautiful as I had imagined, especially at night. The newly lit lights seemed to shrink in the sea breeze.

My son parked the car at the hotel, helped me into the room, and I felt the warmth of his hand.

He whispered in my ear that he was already in room 410.

I was surprised and asked, "Did you arrange this?" He said, "I felt you were very tired lately and wanted you to relax."

At that moment, I couldn't say anything more. I felt like a bird on a perch, wanting to let loose but bound by something.

I understood that the desire to let loose stemmed from a week of suppressed emotions in my hectic life, while the constraint came from my fear of not knowing my son's true thoughts.

Pushing open the door, I saw Lin Zewei watching TV. He stood up naturally, like an old friend, saying, "I just arrived 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. At

that moment, with Lin Zewei in front of me, my biggest doubt was: Is he up to it? Yes, is he up to it? This is the question that all women who participate in or are about to engage in a threesome must consider.

My son is right. I always prefer to think things through calmly. Now that I'm in this room, it's not a matter of backing down. I smiled and greeted him.

The dim lighting and the furnishings on the bed stirred something within me.

Reading Lin Zewei's recollections, my memory became hazy. My son said he'd discussed this kind of relationship on several dating websites and chat rooms, but perhaps without meeting in person, I wouldn't have any recollection.

Meeting Lin Zewei was our third meeting with the people involved. Once, it was a mother and son who were planning a swap.

But after meeting, the man kept scrutinizing me, spoke with a hint of arrogance, and when they finally reached an agreement at the hotel, they parted ways and lost contact.

My son said he wanted to find a man who appreciated me like he did.

He and Lin Zewei hit it off immediately, probably because he found it acceptable, especially since Lin Zewei'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, most women at this age are thinking about sex; spring is almost over, and there's no need to worry about where the flowers have fallen.

After each relaxing sexual encounter, I always look youthful and vibrant in the mirror, with a girlish shyness.

The night was like a wildly blooming rose.

The three of us sat casually together drinking. My son would occasionally put his arm around my waist. I can't hold my liquor; a little alcohol will knock me out.

When my son kissed me again, I moaned softly and fell into his arms.

My son gently pushed me against him. I couldn't deny the stimulation of contact with a stranger's body, especially his masculine scent. I wrapped my arms around Lin Zewei's neck and kissed him first.

My son had already gone to the bathroom to shower, and we lay on the bed, desperately caressing each other driven by lust. His lower body was already very hard… That night, when a woman faces two men, the slightly drunken feeling made me abandon all unacceptable notions; enjoyment was enjoyment.

My son's scent, movements, and the sensations he gave me were all familiar. He was as tender and indulgent as ever, letting me moan. Lin Zewei went to shower. My

son had already stripped me down to just my tiny bra. That day, I had deliberately chosen a sexy black leopard-print knit bra set; my 34D bust is the main reason I always like to wear tight clothes.

I was positioned in the middle of the bed, anticipating the feast of love. My legs were pressed tightly against my son's body, and he was kissing my eyelashes and eyelids... Immersed in his wet, passionate kisses, I felt a warm current coursing through my body. I couldn't help but raise my voice a little. Another part of him was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly below, while my breasts were firmly grasped. My breathing became increasingly heavy as the warmth below moved closer to my sensitive areas. Just as I was about to reach my limit, a hard object was inserted into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it, forcefully probing it with my tongue and accepting its fierce assault.

Waves of inexplicable sensations came from my lower body. I felt my legs trembling. He was already holding my little bud in his mouth, like a pear blossom gently trembling in the spring drizzle. That warmth was constantly pounding on my sensitive nerves, making my sucking even more intense. I heard a voice moaning and panting loudly; it was so familiar yet so strange.

My body writhed joyfully amidst waves of intense stimulation, yet also anxiously awaited its 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 sliver of rainbow about to fall above a small boat on a beautiful lake.

The moment he entered, I felt as if I were the only woman in the world, as if centuries of waiting had been for that one moment. The writhing of my hips, even the yielding of my entire body, could not 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 feeling like I was being thrown into an empty abyss. He said, somewhat dejectedly, that it was too hot inside, and he couldn't withstand the suction she exerted… A familiar force slowly lifted me from the abyss, and we became more and more intertwined. My entire body seemed to float in the sky, losing its own strength.

My face was flushed, and exhaustion filled every corner of my body. The disarray and satisfaction after the feast made the room feel somewhat decadent.

Even a sunny man like Lin Zewei probably never imagined giving up so inexplicably.

Everyone has their own characteristics, and every woman has different characteristics in bed.

Different moans and cries, even with the same pleasurable response, have different effects on a man.

After showering, he kissed me into his arms, his body, having undergone a brief test, already accustomed to an opponent like me. I teased him with my tongue, gently biting and nibbling at his hard, smooth, swollen skin. His comfortable breaths further fueled my passion. What lay before me was no longer a foreign object, but a gift bestowed upon me with boundless adoration and longing. I kissed it greedily, teasing it, occasionally stimulating his scrotum and cleavage. I could feel his increasingly intense throbbing and unease, and the occasional, rapid, and gentle trembling of his thighs.

If I were fortunate enough to be a man's opponent, I would do my best to be a good one. And so it was 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.

He kissed my forehead and asked if we'd have a chance to meet again. I looked at my son and just smiled in response.

This is a chaotic world, and maybe some people just like this kind of chaos; my son is one of them.

After breaking up with Lin Zewei, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how happy I was tonight, I couldn't be too blatant because of another man's involvement.

To be honest, I was a little tired but even more excited. Certain parts of my body were still tasting those stimuli regardless of the situation; obviously, the extra stimulation made it impossible for my usually disciplined nerves to calm down... His energy exceeded my expectations. He asked me if I was satisfied with that guy. I vaguely said it was okay, mainly because you were there, son, and I felt 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 forth. He leaned forward, wanting me to pull it out, the car still speeding along the wide road… I asked worriedly if this was okay, afraid the car would veer off course due to his arousal and my stimulation. He didn't answer, but pressed my head back down. I obediently took it in my mouth, working as usual, my mind blank. I was willing to risk my life for this moment, if it truly required it.

He didn't back down because of my cooperation; he became even harder. I hesitated. I shouldn't be responsible 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 wantonness. It was unnecessary.

I quickly looked up from under the steering wheel and kissed him, no longer yielding to his pleas.

I loved him.

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

When a threesome ends, who really benefits? Some say the woman, some say a certain man.

Actually, the story continues every day in different ways, leaving feelings of joy or loss, only the person experiencing it truly knows.

Men are always trying to satisfy both the woman's and their own senses; women are simply pursuing something in a daze. A mature woman seeking this feeling is merely trying to numb her disillusioned spirit.

It's just a simple exercise that doesn't require much mental effort.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/30904.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=30904&aspx=1

Previous Page : The feeling of being conquered by an experienced driver

Next Page : KTV has become a tool for sexual gratification.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Three people walking together is just a simple exercise.

comment Open a new window to view comments