Sisters' 3P Experiences

My husband has a very high sex drive, excellent technique, and long stamina. I'm also very strong; we want it every night. Sometimes I'm very tired from work, but I can't fall asleep without having sex. He says he's my hypnotist.

My husband has had relationships with several women in the past. When we talk, I want him to be honest. I don't hate what he did before, but I want him to describe in detail how it was done and how he felt with each woman. Hearing this makes me very excited, even though I feel a little jealous. I feel a surge of heat inside me, and my blood boils.

Sometimes I say I should find a few more to make up for it, and he says, "Sure!" I ask him, "Won't you get jealous?" He says I should tell him the same things to support me!

I'm itching to try. I'm not a very open-minded person; I'm quite conservative. I don't usually have any close male friends, so I don't know where to look. That's how people are; once you have this thought, you start paying attention and trying. There's a colleague at work I get along with; he's a good person and good-looking. I slowly started getting closer to him.

One summer afternoon, the power went out at work, so I didn't have to go to work. He said he wanted to come over to my house, and I said, "Okay!"

After sitting for a while at home, it was too hot, so I went into the bedroom to change. I had just taken off my outer clothes, leaving only my undershirt, when he came in, hugged me tightly, and started kissing and groping me indiscriminately. I don't even know when he stripped me naked; my mind was blank. I was shocked, scared, and excited all

at once. My body was limp and naked, and I let him do whatever he wanted. I only remember being in a state of excitement and confusion, my whole body burning. I had no idea what he was doing to me until the moment he penetrated me. My scream snapped me back to reality. I tried to stop him, but with his vigorous thrusting, a shockwave from below made me scream repeatedly, and warm currents surged up from deep within my abdomen.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity before he stopped, allowing me to catch my breath. With a long sigh, my body slowly regained sensation, and I realized that a large puddle of vaginal fluid had flowed down there, covering my entire buttocks and the sheets. I had never experienced anything like this before. Suddenly he sucked on my vulva, and a different sensation spread throughout my body. I moaned continuously, and my vaginal fluids gushed out. Later, I heard that he swallowed it all, something his wife had never done.

Two hours passed quickly. He didn't dare ejaculate inside, but instead ejaculated outside on me—a lot. I lay there, smearing it all over my body with my hands. After he left, I lay there, still savoring the memory, still smearing the semen, until my husband was about to come home before I got up to shower. This was my first extramarital affair.

The next day, I avoided seeing him at work, doing so as much as possible, until he was transferred to another unit. Human thoughts are truly strange; when I was lonely, I missed him terribly, but when I could see him, I avoided him.

A little over a month later, he was transferred elsewhere, and I changed jobs, thinking the matter was over. Then, one early autumn evening, he suddenly visited again, saying he had been out of town conducting research and would come to see me as soon as he returned.

That night, I spent it in a strange turmoil. The sight of him made me feel hot all over, and waves of heat surged within me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him and had no idea what he and my husband were talking about. As a result, every time I got into bed, I wanted my husband to penetrate me immediately without foreplay, and I would climax instantly.

In the morning, my husband said I had been very wanton all night and asked if something was wrong. I repeatedly said no, maybe it was because my period was approaching. He said he hoped it would always be like this.

I jokingly asked, "Really?" He said, "Of course!"

I said, "It needs to be exciting." He said, "Then go find someone!"

I asked, "Aren't you angry?" He replied, "No!"

Actually, for the next three years, I never truly told him the truth, only nodding vaguely in jest.

During this time, my colleague and I had sex an average of eight or nine times a month. We never went out; whenever my husband wasn't home, he would come to my house. At first, I was worried he wouldn't be able to explain himself at home, but he said he was satisfied with once a week at home. It's strange, every time I have sex with him, I get even more excited at night. He's very vigorous, while my husband is very rhythmic—two different styles, two different kinds of enjoyment.

This continued until three years later, during a summer vacation when our child was staying with his maternal grandmother. One night, my husband went out after dinner and said he might be back late, telling me to go to sleep first. I wanted him back by 10 pm, but he said there was a condition: I had to wait naked in the living room. I said I should at least wear a nightgown, but he said not to turn on the light, I had to be completely naked. After

my husband left, I finished my chores, took a shower, and lay naked on the sofa watching TV while waiting. The phone rang; a colleague was coming over and was almost there. I quickly got up to get dressed, but in my haste, I couldn't find my underwear, and I was afraid to turn on the light—the curtains weren't drawn!

The doorbell rang, and I mistakenly grabbed my husband's shirt. When I opened the door, he saw me like this and assumed I was waiting for him, so he immediately picked me up and buried his face in my genitals, kissing me. I wanted to say no, but he was already kissing and touching me until I was breathless and my whole body went limp.

He unzipped his pants, and as soon as his penis slid in, I didn't care about anything else. I sat on top of him and thrust all the way in. My body writhed, waves of sensation shooting up from my body to the top of my head, making me feel like I was floating in the sky. I didn't know what he was doing to me; I just vaguely told him to hurry up and ejaculate, and then leave without paying attention to me. After a rapid surge of sensation, I felt nothing.

Suddenly, I woke up to find my husband sitting beside me, gently stroking me. I stood up in terror, and "whoosh..." semen gushed out of my vagina like water being poured out. My legs were so weak I almost fell. He carried me to the bathroom and placed me in the bathtub for a thorough wash. My mind was blank, filled with shame.

After he carried me to bed, he said, "You must be tired. Get some rest." My face was flushed, and I silently waited for the storm to come, thinking: It's over, everything is over!

But then he lay down, his hands roaming over my body, gently stroking me, and asked, "Are you having fun?" I nodded, hugged him, and cried, begging him to hit me, to scold me. But he laughed and said, "Silly girl, with this kind of pleasure, why are you crying?" He then inserted his fingers into my vagina, gently probing inside.

This probing caused me to moan involuntarily, gripping his already erect penis, wanting to thrust it in immediately. He said, "No, don't tire yourself out." I said, "I want more, just don't be too rough."

That very night, I confessed, of course, that it had only happened a few times, experiencing another kind of pleasure through gentle thrusting. We held each other tightly, letting our penises and vaginas intertwine until dawn.

Actually, when a couple has a good relationship and can be honest with each other, life is much happier and more fulfilling. Women, like men, also have desires; the question is how to make friends, how to manage them, and how to handle both internal and external matters. Sisters, what do you think?

The next day, we both took the day off work and stayed in bed until noon. When I got up, my husband wouldn't let me get dressed, insisting I stay naked all day. I said, "No, there are no curtains in the kitchen." So he made me wear only a thin, short gauze nightgown, almost transparent, so short that if I stretched my arms out, everything underneath would be exposed. What could I do? I just had to avoid the balcony, thankfully our buildings are quite far apart, so I didn't have to be too close to the windows.

Strangely enough, I was in a state of inexplicable excitement all afternoon. My breasts were swollen and large, and I was wet down there, constantly sucking on them intentionally or unintentionally. I wanted to masturbate, but my husband wouldn't let me, saying things like "Don't do it too often, it'll hurt your health," and he wouldn't let me masturbate (he used to make me masturbate at night when he was away on business, and he even taught me how). To make matters worse, he would touch me every now and then,
making me restless.

I asked, "Are you going to get revenge? Just tell me what you want. I can't stand it. You can do it (I know he still keeps in touch with women he dated before, they're messing around, but he's very careful and never goes too far), why can't I?"

I said a lot of spiteful things, but he just smiled and said, "It's for your own good, to help you regain your youth and vitality, to make your life more colorful." What kind of bullshit is that? It really makes me angry! I had no choice but to cling to him, rub against his thighs, and put my nipples in his mouth to satisfy my urges.

Actually, this was just a compromise. He knew I couldn't stand not having sex when I was aroused; I'd feel incredibly ashamed and uneasy. He hugged me and said, "Don't be sad. Let's go for a drive tonight, and do it when we get back! Be a good boy." I nodded, asking him to use his hand to satisfy me, and then he held me and we slept for a while. He said, "You have to be a good boy." I said, "I'll definitely listen to you!"

After dinner, I said, "Let's go out!" But he insisted on waiting. I didn't know what he was up to! Around nine o'clock, he said it was okay and told me to change all my clothes and wear what he said. I was terrified and kept saying, "No, no, I won't!" But he said, "If you want to be romantic, you have to be daring. How many times in life do you get to do that?"

Under his persuasion, I reluctantly put on the black sheer miniskirt and top that I usually only wear at home, with nothing underneath. I was really afraid of being seen in front of my house; it would be easy to see through under the lights. Luckily, there were few people outside and the streetlights weren't bright.

I clung to him tightly on the back of the motorcycle. Soon we reached a secluded spot. He let me drive; with no one around, I relaxed. Driving with the wind blowing in my face was wonderful; my short skirt billowed in the breeze, making it seem like I was naked. The caress of nature was intoxicating; I longed to be completely naked.

I said, "Can I indulge in being naked?" He said, "Wait a minute, there will be cars coming and going." He told me to drive to the beach.

When we got there, it was so quiet. I paused, then took off all my clothes—it felt amazing! The gentle sea breeze cleansed my soul, making it as white as snow; my emotions soared, as if my whole being had been reborn.

The motorcycle bounced back and forth on the gravel road, my breasts heaving, waves of pleasure washing over me without a trace of lust. Before I knew it, it was past one o'clock. If my husband hadn't urged me, I would have preferred to stay like that. This was the happiest and most joyful moment of my life in my thirties. I am deeply grateful to my husband and love him sincerely from the bottom of my heart.

On the way home, I didn't want to put my clothes on. When we were about to get onto the main road, he told me to stop the car and put them on. I was reluctant, but he said, "A couple was looking at me just now." I said, "What's the big deal? They might copy me!"

I stopped the car and looked back—haha! They were also naked. I told him not to look anymore, but he actually said, "They can look at you, but I can't look at them?" I said, "You've seen a lot, but I haven't had many people look at me." "

Then how many people do you want to see before you're satisfied?"

"A lot."

We reached the main road, and I had no choice but to put them on, letting the skirt flutter in the wind. I didn't encounter anyone along the way.

My husband went to drop off the car, and I went upstairs to wait at the door. My neighbor's wife came home from work and saw me like this, asking in surprise, "Just got back?" I said embarrassedly, "Going out with my husband." She said enviously, "How romantic!"

She didn't open the door but went inside to see where I bought the clothes, asking all sorts of questions, making me blush—it was so see-through! (Damn stairwell light, why isn't it broken?)

My husband came upstairs before she went inside. As soon as she entered, I started undressing, and I made her undress too, even though the door wasn't closed. Oh my god! She came over, and I happened to be standing with my legs up, holding my husband's penis and trying to insert it, so she could see everything clearly. Luckily, my husband had his back to her, so I quickly pushed him into the bathroom, leaving him completely bewildered. It turned out she came to borrow something, and even pinched me as she left. Little did she know that this would become a two-in-one affair, but that's another story. After we

got into bed, I still wanted more, but my husband said, "You have to go to work tomorrow, don't do it." I insisted on sleeping with it inside me, and my husband had no choice but to agree. Sleeping with it inside me is our specialty, and that night I had a lot of erotic dreams.

After that day, I felt completely refreshed, full of energy, like I was in my twenties. I didn't want to do anything with that colleague anymore, and I didn't want to go when he called, unlike before when I would get itchy all over just hearing his voice, and I would either go to his place or ask him to come over.

I told my husband, and he said, "You two don't really have any feelings for each other; you're just both looking for excitement." I thought about it and he was right. My feelings were all with my husband. My

husband then covered all the windows with window film, saying it would be more convenient. I said, "Is it for your convenience?" He said it was for my own good. I said, "I don't want to think about it anymore." He said, "No, once someone has a first time, they'll have a second, and they'll keep thinking about it."

I said I wouldn't, and he analyzed it for me, saying, "What you want is excitement, not feelings. Plus, you're still conservative at heart, so you won't just sleep with anyone. The people you sleep with won't hurt you; they'll respect you."

I didn't believe him, but later everything proved him right.

During the time my son stayed at his maternal grandparents' house, I always came home naked, only putting on a nightgown when someone came over. My girlfriends would come over and say enviously, "You two are so carefree!"

One night, we were having sex and chatting, and he asked, "Have you been with that other guy yet?" I said no, and I didn't want to. He asked again, "Which time was the best?" and pressed me for details, making me burn with desire as I spoke. The thought returned, and I quickly said, "Don't say anymore, I can't take it!" I rolled over on top of him and made love passionately. He held me tightly and asked, "Tell the truth, do you want to?" I could only say, "Yes!"

I wanted to do it tomorrow night, and my husband agreed because the day after tomorrow was a day off.

That night, I couldn't sleep well. Thinking about my colleague coming over the next night made my heart race, and I even secretly got up in the middle of the night to masturbate in the living room, fantasizing about how great it would be if someone came and raped me. How perverted!

The next evening after dinner, my husband asked me, "How was it?" I pretended not to know, "What did you mean, how was it?" He gently pinched my nipple, and my whole body went limp. No woman could resist the way he pinched my breasts. I kept saying, "It's arranged, he'll come at eight o'clock."

He was about to leave, and I repeatedly asked, "Come back immediately if you get my call." He nodded and left.

After my husband left, I felt a strange mix of emotions, a restless feeling I couldn't quite describe. I got dressed again, turned off the lights, leaving only a small nightlight on, and anxiously counted the time. I really didn't know why this was happening.

He came in, picked me up as soon as he entered, and immediately reached into my pants to touch me. He always did this, and it was the reason I distanced myself from him afterward. After touching me for a while, he took off my clothes one by one. I asked him to lick my genitals first, and my vaginal fluid gushed out like water. I kept moaning and writhing.

After licking for a while, he penetrated me and carried me into the bedroom. I wanted him to stand and hold me while we did it, and he was very enthusiastic! But strangely, this time I only felt aroused but didn't have an orgasm. Around 9:15, I told him to ejaculate. After he finished, he saw me lying there motionless and asked if I wanted him to take me to wash up. I said no, I just needed to lie down for a bit, and told him to close the door when he left. He nodded, licked my clitoris one more time, and then left.

He had just stepped out the door when I immediately called my husband to come back. At that moment, I felt an intense desire, my lower body throbbing, yearning to be filled immediately.

I heard my husband come back, open the door, and talk to her across the hall, fearing she would come in again and ruin our moment. As soon as my husband entered the room, I told him to hurry up, but he slowly took off his clothes, glancing at my throbbing vulva. I kept shouting, "Hurry! Hurry!"

He picked me up and took me to the bathroom, rinsing me with water. He controlled the water flow perfectly, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, which excited me immensely. I sucked on his penis incessantly. I never suck on anyone else's penis except my husband's, not even a kiss. After

a while, he picked me up and continued thrusting as he walked. When we reached the living room, I clung to him tightly, my hips moving vigorously up and down, screaming repeatedly as waves of orgasm washed over me. My husband said, "Don't shout too loudly, the neighbors will hear. What if she can't resist coming over?" I didn't care: "Let her come if she wants! It would be best if both of us came together."

I thrust for a while before slowly stopping, hugging my husband and kissing him passionately. Just as we were about to change positions, his workplace called and asked him to come right away. He told me to take a nap first. What a disappointment, I hadn't had enough yet.

My husband had just left when my neighbor knocked on the door. I had to wrap myself in a towel to open it. She was wearing a very sexy nightgown; I thought it was incredibly sexy, and I imagine men would find it even more irresistible. She had a beautiful figure—large breasts, a large bottom, a slim waist, and nice skin. I joked, "I want to touch it." She said, "Go ahead and touch it."

Having lived next door for many years, I've always felt she's a very quiet and cultured person. We often visit each other for casual chats. The couple gets along very well; their son usually lives with his mother, and her husband is honest and filial.

I asked her why she wasn't asleep yet. She said her husband wouldn't be home tonight, and there was some kind of memorial day at her mother-in-law's house, so she was afraid to sleep alone. I asked, "Why?" She said, "I don't know. It's always like this. I watch TV all night by myself. I was going to come over earlier, but I heard you guys working, so I didn't want to." My face turned red; I was so embarrassed!

We chatted about this and that, and seeing that it was getting late, I casually said, "I'll sleep here tonight." She surprisingly said, "Isn't that inconvenient?" I realized she was being sarcastic, so I called my husband to ask when he'd be back. He said not so early and told me to go to sleep first. I explained the situation, and he said it was fine; he'd sleep in our son's room when he got back. I went to take a shower.

Because of my usual habit, I went into the room naked after showering. She looked at me, touched my buttocks, and said, "Your skin is so nice, so white, smooth, and delicate." I felt embarrassed and wanted to put on some clothes, but she said, "No need, what's there to be afraid of between two women?" I had no choice but to crawl under the covers, and she actually undressed and lay down too.

Good heavens! Her pubic hair was so thick and abundant, covering her entire lower abdomen; you couldn't see it unless you parted her pubic hair. Seeing my surprised look, she grinned and said, "Isn't that a lot?" She even parted her pubic hair to reveal it. We talked face-to-face, and I looked at her two large breasts, really wanting to touch them—large but not loose, with excellent elasticity.

She said, "I really envy you, you must be very happy." I said, "With a figure like yours, your husband must do a good job with you too."

She sighed and poured out her troubles to me: "Don't let his tall stature fool you, he's a complete idiot, he's done in a minute or two. When he wants it, he doesn't even bother with any preparation, he just thrusts in and then falls asleep, sometimes I feel so bad I cry. He's also superstitious, there are certain days before and after his death anniversary that we can't have sex or even touch each other."

Oh? What kind of person is that! It's barely a few times a month. She's only a few years younger than me, what a waste of her prime, I silently felt sorry for her.

I said, "Then do it yourself." She said she'd heard of it, but didn't know what it was all about, she just stripped naked and jumped around in the house. How stupid! Actually, my husband taught me that too, it's like the pot calling the kettle black.

I got up, locked the door, and turned off the light, she said not to turn off the light, she wasn't used to it, she was afraid of the dark. I said, "What are you afraid of? There are two of us." She reached out and pulled me close, and we faced each other. I took the opportunity to touch her breasts. It felt wonderful; no wonder men want women to have good breasts.

I imitated how my husband touched me, making her pant. Her legs were tightly wrapped around me, and her hands roamed over my buttocks. I felt very comfortable. Suddenly, she kissed me. I never kiss anyone other than my husband, and I never thought that kissing two women could arouse me. I kissed her passionately, and I felt like a man again, reaching out to touch her genitals. She was already wet as if she had been pulled out of the water.

I used all the techniques my husband used on her, rubbing her clitoris and probing her vulva. She sucked on my breasts and my mouth, moaning and praising me. I was burning with desire, my vagina trembling uncontrollably, and she was gushing like a spring. I grabbed her fingers and inserted them into my unbearable hole, and she imitated me. The two women were thrusting into each other, it was crazy!

I find a woman's vagina incredibly wonderful, let alone a man's. We played around wildly, and I don't even know when we fell asleep in each other's arms. We only woke up when my husband knocked on the door, and we were still embracing! It was unbelievable.

She said she had never felt so good before, and kissed me again. My husband exclaimed, "It's already noon!" We lazily got up. Oh dear! Our pubic hair was all stuck together, and our genitals were covered in vaginal fluid. I yelled at my husband to leave, forbidding him from peeking, and we went to the bathroom to shower, still pressed together.

After we finished showering, I thought my husband was still outside. We came out naked, and I saw him in the bedroom making the sheets and stuff, saying as he did so, "This is crazy!" I quickly tried to shoo him away, but she said it was okay, while covering her genitals with her hands. There was so much hair, and her face was as red as a lantern.

As my husband walked away, he said, "Hurry up! Get dressed and come out for dinner." I told her to get dressed, but when she saw I wasn't, she didn't either, and I let her be. Actually, what she wore didn't matter. Her nightgown was too revealing; the front was so low it barely covered her nipples, and the back was practically bare. If she squatted down, you could see everything.

She didn't say a word during dinner, just ate with her head down, listening to our conversation. Until my husband said we were about the same height (1.56 meters), and she looked large while I was small (my husband is 1.78 meters), she blushed and said, "Small is good, I can do whatever I want with you."

I reached out and grabbed her breasts, saying, "Big breasts are good." She said, "It's a pity no one wants them (referring to her husband)." I said, "I do." My husband kept saying, "Let's eat!"

After dinner, my husband said he was going back to work and told us to rest. I said we wanted to continue, and he said, "Don't be silly!" After

he left, we lay on the sofa chatting and sharing our feelings. She asked me to teach her about masturbation and talk about our sex life. We didn't leave until after 5 pm, saying we were going to her in-laws' house. Before leaving, we kissed passionately again. It's strange how two women can be so emotional! Since that incident, we've stayed together like sisters.

I asked my husband why he didn't take advantage of the situation. He said, "I don't understand her. It doesn't matter what you women do, but it's different for men."

Indeed, he's very cautious. He won't act blindly without fully understanding a person or situation. He understands all the women he's currently involved with, and he doesn't want them to have their relationships with their husbands strained or cause family conflicts. Instead, he's their confidant, helping them ease their worries. They call him their "firefighter."

This is why, after we got married, I didn't act like other women. Which man doesn't stray? Understanding my husband, trusting him, being tolerant and understanding—that's how I treat him, and to this day, he still trusts me.

We tell each other everything, analyze problems together, and share our joys. Isn't that better? It's better than those hypocrites who spout grand theories, those couples who are suspicious of each other, those chauvinistic men, those who indulge themselves while demanding morality from others. I love my family!

After more than two months, my husband told me, "She's a very naive person, lacking a deep understanding of many things in society." He instructed me not to involve her in any future affairs, saying it would ruin her life.

I asked him to teach her, and he said, "Social experience is accumulated over time, not learned in a day or two. Her childhood and current families are both honest and law-abiding, and her workplace shouldn't be complicated, which explains her behavior."

I asked, "Why was she so bold that night?" He said, "She watches too much TV, is sexually frustrated, and has trusted us for so many years." He told me to treat her well: "If male guests come over, she must be careful about her attire, because she attracts attention." His

words saved us a lot of trouble later. After she found out, she treated him better than me, sometimes even overshadowing me, which sometimes made me jealous. During

the Mid-Autumn Festival, my husband said he had to go on a business trip for two months and asked me to take leave to stay home and take care of our son, as he usually takes care of him to and from school. After I spoke with my boss, she asked me to do statistics work in the warehouse. I could complete the work, and I could manage my own time. This job was in high demand, and many people wanted it. This gave me a lot of time at home, and my husband agreed.

Because I was going on a long trip, my husband took a few days off. I told him, "I'll take care of our son these days, you can spend time with your old flames!" He actually said, "It'll be convenient for you after I leave." It's infuriating! Actually, my husband only talks to them on the phone; he spends most of his time packing for his business trip and chatting with his buddies.

On Saturday, I left our son with my sister, and the two of us started our "battle" at home. I said, "How about we do it with the girl next door too? She's practically family to us these days, let her have a taste of the good life! Tonight it'll be just her again." My husband said, "We'll see!"

Lately, whenever she comes over, as long as our son isn't home or he's asleep, we do it regardless of whether my husband is there or not. My husband is just as casual with her as I am, but I don't know why he won't "go for her" no matter what she does. That night, my husband went out, and we both stripped naked to watch TV and chat while waiting for him to come back. At ten o'clock, I called my husband, and he told us to go to sleep first.

After we got into bed, I asked her if she wanted to sleep. She hugged me tightly, and I could feel her trembling. When my husband came home, I made him get into bed immediately and sleep in the middle; this was the first time the three of us had shared a bed.

I wanted him to hug her, but he insisted on having sex with me first. So, we did it for her. My orgasm almost simultaneously with his penetration, and having someone watching was incredibly stimulating! I frantically responded to the thrusts of his "flesh pile."

After a while, he stopped. Seeing her beside him, her body flushed and trembling, I pushed her onto him and kissed him passionately, my vagina rubbing desperately against his penis, but I couldn't get it in. She cried out that she couldn't hold on, so I quickly helped her. The moment I penetrated her, her scream startled me—oh my god! It was too loud (but I didn't realize what my own scream was like).

She kept twisting her body, her breasts dancing with each movement, moaning with her eyes closed, and occasionally clutching her breasts desperately. I was mesmerized; the woman displayed another kind of beautiful dance at that moment.

My husband stopped after a few minutes, worried she couldn't take it anymore; she was really panting. He had to hold her and massage her to help her catch her breath. I asked, "How are you?" She said she was fine, but clung tightly to my husband, her large breasts rubbing against his face. He told her to stop, not to suffocate him, and she nodded and lay down, still kissing him.

I was incredibly jealous, but I knew this was the first time she'd experienced that heavenly sensation. I lay down and joined my husband again; I was really getting aroused! She kissed me, grabbing and squeezing my breasts, while my husband squeezed her breasts too. My fingers probed her wet, love-filled opening, and we took turns.

The excitement and orgasms were endless; the three of us played for over two hours before stopping to rest. My husband hugged us from both sides, and we both instinctively reached for his still-erect penis, feeling rather embarrassed.

They continued after I fell asleep. The husband took her from the bed to the floor, then back to the bed, until she cried out that she couldn't take it anymore. Only then did he ejaculate inside her, leaving her with some pain inside after she got up—something she'd never experienced before.

While eating lunch, the husband tenderly cared for her, and I joked, "Big breasts are always in demand!"

In the afternoon, the three of us chatted in the living room. The husband played with her thick pubic hair while discussing his experiences in society, while I fiddled with his penis. The husband, aroused by my actions, said, "If you want it, sit on it. Don't kill me!"

I straddled his thighs, inserting his rock-hard penis into my endless hole, leisurely thrusting in and out. I closed my eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure from my vagina. I turned to her and asked, "Want more?" She shook her head, saying, "It still hurts a little inside." So I continued enjoying myself.

I didn't stop until dinner time. After dinner, my husband went out to run errands, and we went to her place to shower. We

didn't get back inside until after 8 PM. Just as we closed the door, her husband came home. I was so startled that I kept saying thank goodness, because we had gone there naked and chatted naked. We've become increasingly bold, always visiting each other naked, never thinking about what would happen if someone saw us. I don't know when I became like this. I asked my husband, and he said it was caused by the lowest and most primal human desires breaking through layers of mental constraints.

After my husband's business trip, he called to tell me that he had bought two things for me to use when needed and put them in the closet. He also reminded me to take care of myself and to be careful at the warehouse, unlike in the office.

Actually, I knew all the people working at the warehouse; some I had worked with before, and I quickly became one of them. Although the place was large, there weren't many people—three women and five men—but they all got along very well, caring for and helping each other like family.

The head of the group even assigned a young man to help me. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six, hardworking and honest, and everyone praised his character. So much so that my female colleagues and I were almost completely unguarded around him; they were all around my age.

The place was large and sparsely populated (the men usually worked the night shift, except for large deliveries; otherwise, they'd call a moving team). Behind closed doors, it was practically a women's world. In their eyes, he was almost invisible; they actually saw him as a little brother.

When I first arrived, they said, "You're from the office, we're the roughnecks. If you don't like some of the things you see, please don't laugh." I felt quite embarrassed and repeatedly said, "From now on, we're all family, so please be understanding and don't treat me like an outsider."

Because it's still quite hot here in the autumn, sometimes the afternoons are almost like summer, and when no one else is around, they sometimes dress similarly to me at home. The way the men and women talk is... well, let's just say it. My husband and I talk like that normally, but when we're having fun, it's heart-pounding. The young man never participated; he just observed, and they didn't bully him.

I gradually learned that these middle-aged women were basically all involved in prostitution. It was hard to avoid; they'd worked together for years, and it was always the same few of them. With the doors closed, all sorts of things between men and women would inevitably happen. In their words, "Go find some fun, don't make your life too hard."

During casual conversations, they'd comment on who was the most capable, and even joked with me, "Go find that young man!" I just laughed.

My husband had been away on a business trip for so long, something we'd never done since we got married. Before, it was usually only two or three days, except for a few days during my period and after childbirth. My love had never stopped for so long. Even though she was there, she was still a woman, and it was hard for me to endure, yet I didn't want to go back to my old lover. Remembering what my husband had said about something in the closet, I found it: a vibrating egg and an electric massager.

I quickly put the batteries in the massager, inserted it, and vibrated so hard that I was desperately trying to push it in. The more I pushed, the more it itched, and within minutes I was breathless. I used a vibrator while sleeping at night, and the next day my genitals were sore and numb. I called my husband to tell him, and he said I had turned the vibration up too high, and warned me not to let it vibrate so much that he wouldn't feel anything when he got back.

My husband wanted us to use a vibrator and a massager on each other while sleeping, to see which was better. Later, when I was alone, I would use the vibrator to plug my vagina and masturbate by pinching my clitoris, while texting my husband. He said it was long-distance incest, and the texting fees alone cost over a hundred yuan a month.

When she came over, if it was convenient, we would both use the vibrator on each other, and the two crazy women would make a mess of things. She wanted it more and more, so she took the massager and kept it all to herself. She said sometimes she would even use it while driving around at night, and it was very exciting! She described the feeling, which made me very horny. If I didn't have to take care of the children, I would have done it too.

After she took the massager, I had no choice but to go to work with the vibrating egg inserted, letting it vibrate slowly, making my vagina feel itchy and pleasurable all day long, full of fluid, constantly leaking out. When no one was paying attention, I would turn it up to the highest setting, letting it vibrate until my vagina tingled in waves, and I would quickly ejaculate.

A few times, I was so engrossed in my own pleasure that I didn't notice the young man coming over. He asked me, "Are you sick? Why are your cheeks so red?" I was really embarrassed and said, "It's nothing, it's just because it's so hot!" Honestly, why am I like this? I sometimes ask myself that.

A month after I started working at the warehouse, the company asked me to check the inventory of several types of goods. Those were busy days, and the weather was incredibly hot. They told me not to worry too much: "Wear something cool to keep cool while you're checking; it'll be more comfortable that way." So I took my black sheer suit to work in the warehouse, not daring to wear a revealing sundress like the others.

One day, I went to the back of the warehouse to check the inventory. It was so stuffy inside that I took off my bra, thinking I'd put it back on after I finished work, since the young man wasn't around. After working for a while, the young man came by, but I ignored him. A few items were on higher shelves, so I asked him to bring a ladder. I climbed up, and when I looked back, he was staring at me from below, his pants bulging so much they looked like they were about to burst!

As I got off, I stared at him, saying, "You're staring like you've never seen anything like it before." He looked down and said, "So beautiful! More beautiful than them." I said, "Aren't they all women?" He said, "They're different. They've all sagged, but yours is still firm. They're all big down there, but yours is small." Only then did I realize I was wearing those short, lace-trimmed underwear, and I sensed another chance to taste it.

At that moment, I felt a trickle of fluid down there, and I intentionally or unintentionally touched his bulging crotch. He immediately blushed, lowered his head, and mumbled apologies. I quickly comforted him, "It's nothing, all women are the same, some are big, some are small, that's normal..." After being comforted, he calmed down.

I sat down and chatted with him while organizing my documents. He was from the suburbs, the eldest son in his family, and was getting married at the end of the year. His fiancée was from a neighboring village, very tall, and the family needed someone to work. I asked, "How long have you known each other?" He said, "A little over three months, and we've been living together for two months." I was surprised, "So fast?" He said that in the countryside, people are usually introduced by acquaintances, and if both parties agree after meeting, the marriage is practically settled. Plus, he couldn't resist seeing the older women here, so they moved in together quickly.

While he went to get some data to check, I took off my underwear. When he came back, I said something was wrong and I needed to climb up to check. He tried to climb on me, but I wouldn't let him, saying, "It's not that high, I can do it myself." I climbed onto the shelf and asked him to lift me up. As his hand supported me, I casually opened my skirt, just enough to support that area, and my two fingers were perfectly positioned at the entrance of my vulva.

I asked him to lift me up a little, and then moved the position so that his fingers could be inserted into the hole. A tingling, electric-like sensation instantly coursed through my body. His fingers were big and rough, causing my vulva to throb and twitch, making me involuntarily twitch. He thought he had made a mistake again and was about to pull out, so I quickly said, "Don't move, lift me down."

He supported me with one hand and held me with the other. Suddenly, he trembled, and his fingers went in very hard. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Oh." He asked, "Did it hurt?" I shook my head and asked him, "What's wrong?" He put me down and said, "I came..." I said, "You're such a coward!"

He lowered his head and licked his hand, and I realized that my semen had covered his hand. I felt embarrassed. I asked him to help me put on my underwear, but he was clumsy and didn't know what to do, so he had to do it himself. I thought about taking off my clothes, and he stood there watching me blankly. I pretended to be angry and said, "Aren't you going to come and hold me?" He picked me up like a child, and in his strong, muscular embrace, I felt the powerful, youthful energy of his body.

That night, I texted my husband saying that I was too tired from work and didn't want to chat. He replied that I should rest early and not do anything.

All night I replayed the afternoon's events in my mind, fantasizing about the young man's strong body and how pleasurable it felt to be inside me. I turned the vibrator up to the maximum and vibrated it inside my vagina, squeezing my breasts hard with one hand and twisting my clitoris frantically with the other, bringing me to repeated orgasms. I almost missed my child's school the next day.

When we got to the warehouse, I quietly asked him, "Did you have sex with me hard when you got home?" He nodded and said three times. I said, "Don't think like that anymore, okay?" He said, "I know. I wouldn't dare even if you didn't allow it." Actually, I was really craving it.

This young man is so honest; if it were anyone else, he would definitely be pestering me. I didn't ask; he never makes the first move. That's what I value about him, and that's why I've liked him so much ever since. Since that day, I've been looking for an opportunity, a time when no one is around.

The weather is gradually getting colder, and my husband will only be home in a little over ten days. I'm anxiously waiting to taste his flavor during this period of male-free hunger. Finally, on a Sunday, because we had a large shipment to ship, we all worked overtime until after 8 PM. I needed to finish clearing out the paperwork to go to the company the next day, so everyone else left, leaving only the young man and me (he was on the night shift).

After he finished tidying everything up, he sat down and chatted with me. I quickly finished my work and then asked him to massage my back. Despite his burly appearance, his massage was just the right amount of pressure, very comfortable.

I asked, "Is everything done?" He nodded, "Yes, and the warehouse doors are all locked."

I asked him to close the small door, and then asked him to carry me to the shower. He carried me to the shower, turned on the hot water, and watched me undress. I asked him to undress too, and he shyly took his off, but he was still down to his underwear. I didn't force him to undress completely, I just wanted him to carry me while I showered.

His movements were a little clumsy, and I asked, "Haven't you ever showered your wives before?" He said, "We country folk don't know how to enjoy life like you guys." His rough, big hands caressed my body, it felt so good! I closed my eyes, enjoying the rough yet rhythmic caresses in the gentle flow of water.

His large hand gradually moved to my lower body, gently stroking me like a finely rubbed cloth. My clitoris tingled with pleasure, and my vaginal opening throbbed with pleasure, contracting and sucking rhythmically. Unable to resist the surge of desire within me, I reached out and grabbed his penis. Ah! A wave of joy washed over me as I grasped it—it was so large! I immediately cried out, "Hurry up and put it in!" He said, "I dare not."

Later, I learned why he hesitated: my private parts, which were so alluring, seemed too small compared to others; they were only a third the size of his palm. His wife's were only slightly smaller than his palm, and he had seen that the other women's were much larger than mine, so he was afraid of hurting me.

I eagerly grabbed his penis and shoved it into my vagina, sitting down and yelling, "Wow... fuck me to death!" My

entire vagina felt like it was about to burst with his huge member, it hurt and itched terribly at the same time. I moved up and down frantically, letting the glans rub against the unbearably itchy vaginal walls. Suddenly, a surging, impactful force, along with a current that shot from my vagina to my throat and then to the top of my head, made me scream hysterically, "Oh... I'm bursting!" I felt like I was floating in the air.

When I came to, he had wrapped me in a large towel and was holding me. Seeing that I was awake, he said, "You scared me to death!"

I tried to stand up to pee, my legs were numb and sore. He wanted to carry me, but I wouldn't let him. I walked to the bathroom, holding onto the wall. All the way there, his semen dripped down my thighs, so much of it.

When he came back, I asked, "Why so fast?" He said it was too tight inside, and with my screams and the way I squeezed him with my legs, his back hurt, so he couldn't hold back.

I asked, "How long did it last with your wife?" He said usually around ten times, at most around thirty.

I didn't believe him, but he said it was true; he had secretly watched others doing it in the warehouse and it was the same. I couldn't believe it was so fast until I talked to the people next door about their experiences.

I asked them about their experiences, and he said his wife's vagina was much wider than mine, her breasts were much bigger, and she didn't scream like I did, at most just humming a few times. Her skin wasn't as smooth and delicate as mine either.

He wasn't wrong; my skin was indeed very white and tender, unmatched by many people my age, to the point that people who met me for the first time thought I was seven or eight years younger.

He made me a cup of oatmeal, and I asked him to give me a massage. He said it was getting late, and I looked at the clock; it was almost eleven. I said, "It's still early, let's do a massage!" As he massaged me, I grabbed and stroked his penis, which became hard again. I measured it with my hand, and his penis was about 21 centimeters long, while my husband's was 18 centimeters. The lengths were about the same, so why did he think it was so big? I guess it's because I wasn't good at math when I was a kid.

I was so engrossed in it that I felt an itch like ants crawling down there, and I really wanted to do it again. I thought it would be better to get up and go home, otherwise I would have to stay overnight. He said it was late and he wanted to escort me home, but I refused, saying I could drive myself. All the way home, I kept replaying the feeling of being filled up, and my panties were soaked.

When I got home, I knocked on her door without thinking and asked her to come and sleep with me. Her husband said, "You can just come and sleep with us." We both said in unison, "You wish!"

As soon as we got into bed, we hugged each other tightly and kissed more passionately than men, our breasts rubbing against each other. After a while of this, we fell asleep in each other's arms. When she got up, she asked me when my husband would be back. I said, "Don't you miss him?" She nodded and asked back, "Don't you miss him?" I said, "Of course I do! He's starving, and you still have your husband to satisfy you."

She said, "What's the use? It's over in less than a minute." I asked, "It can't be that fast, can it?" She said, "Really, in the early days of our marriage, we could go twice, and the second time it would last three to five minutes. Now it's like when you need to pee, you just go in and finish, you're not as lucky

as me." She even had tears in her eyes. I quickly comforted her, "Wait for him to come back, and he'll let you enjoy yourself properly." She said, "No, we can't go on like this, it will affect you both." I said, "Don't be silly! As long as you're happy and you don't get tired of him, I'm happy too." I also told her what my husband had said about her. After listening, she kissed me deeply before leaving.

She didn't want anyone but her husband, not even when I asked her to sleep with that young man, she refused. She said that with her husband, she had enough for her whole life.

My husband got home around noon. I took the day off and waited at home. As soon as he came in, I told him to take a shower first. I lay naked on the bed, waiting for the hungry wolf to pounce. But he didn't move when he came in. Instead, he tried to show me something. I was so angry that I pushed him onto the bed and said, "You ate out before you came back, didn't you?" Before he could say anything, I straddled him and grabbed him, shoving him inside me (he was already as hard as a steelyard).

I struggled desperately on top of him to prevent him from getting up and holding me. In less than two minutes, he let out a hoarse cry and ejaculated. I felt seven or eight thrusts inside me, each accompanied by a strong expansion. As I screamed, a glorious light flashed through my mind. Then I lay on top of him, murmuring things I didn't even know.

After a while, the pleasurable sucking from inside me brought me back to my senses. He held me as we lay on our side, and his penis started working again. With each rhythmic thrust, I felt an itchy pleasure all over my body.

We enjoyed our conversation for about an hour when my husband complained of being starving. I then remembered to ask if he'd eaten lunch. He said, "I didn't even have breakfast; I had to do heavy physical labor as soon as I got back." I said, "Then why did we do it twice?" He said, "After I ejaculated, you were on top of me saying you couldn't pull out, yelling things like 'Fuck me to death, fuck me to death,' and your little hole was sucking me so tightly. How could I not do it twice?"

Indeed, in discussions with colleagues and friends about married life and personal experiences, only my husband truly understands the essence of sex. He can sense the changes inside the vagina of every woman he's had sex with (of course, several times). He says that once my insides are rubbed until they feel itchy and pleasurable, they suck like a baby nursing, the itchier the better, and sometimes you can't pull out without effort during orgasm. No wonder sometimes he can leave me inside without moving, yet I feel waves of rhythmic pleasure and itchiness.

I cooked a big bowl of noodles for my husband. After he finished eating, he asked me in surprise, "Why didn't you go to the bathroom? Didn't you ejaculate anything?" I laughed and said, "Who told you to ejaculate in my throat? It's all digested in my stomach, so what else could come out?"

Despite saying that, I still rushed to the bathroom. As soon as I squatted down, strands of something like milky white pudding started flowing out.

My husband is like that; if he doesn't ejaculate for a week, and then does, if he doesn't release it immediately, it forms a kind of "must-have" inside his anus. Later, I heard from the neighbor that when she got home, chunks of it kept coming out, and she was terrified, thinking it was something else entirely.

My husband brought out several packages, saying they were gifts for me. I opened them and found two fur coats and several sets of silk embroidered underwear. I asked, "Are these all for me?" He nodded, but upon closer inspection, some were the wrong size, a bit too big. I asked who they were for, and he retorted, "Who are they for? I can tell."

I said, "You deliberately bought them too big, so I'd have to hang on?" He said, "I wonder how many hot dogs you've had lately?" I thought I'd let it slip in my excitement, so I quickly said, "No, no, I'm so hungry the fields have dried up." I didn't dare admit I'd had another one until I accidentally let it slip later.

I said, "She misses you terribly, when are you going to satisfy her?" He said, "I'll wait until the kids finish their exams and come home for vacation. It's the end of the year, and there's a lot to do." I said, "Aren't you going to take care of your old flames first? Don't be too cruel; they're counting down the days until you come back." He said, "We'll see, we'll go out for dinner tonight." I knew he wanted oysters and raw marinated shrimp; he said those are the best for boosting a man's energy.

The young man is getting married, and with work being so busy at the end of the year, I really want to taste that fullness again. Sometimes I even think about it and my panties are soaked. The woman next door keeps coming over, and I know what she's up to. I said to my husband, "Let's find an opportunity; I haven't really tasted the good stuff yet." He said we'd wait until the kids are on vacation.

One day, the young man asked me to buy him some bedding for his wedding; his wife wouldn't buy the trendy things city people buy. That afternoon, we took some time to go out. When we came back, we went to my house to repackage and sort things. During our conversation, he mentioned that his wife was three months pregnant. I told him, "Be careful, this is the fertile period. Don't do it too frequently. When you do, don't be too rough. Pay attention to your positions. It's best not to do it at all."

He said it was difficult not to, and he had heard about other positions, but he didn't know how. I showed him a few positions, but he still didn't quite understand. So I demonstrated a few positions for him, which also allowed me to enjoy myself again.

I called him into the bedroom, and we both undressed. I told him to take it slow. After showing him a few positions, I was already burning with desire. My vagina was throbbing, and my juices were flowing out continuously. I told him to hurry up and insert it. When I inserted it, I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream. I was so swollen and wanted to shout. My vagina was so tight, and the more I felt swollen, the more it itched and pleasurable it became.

I was afraid he was about to ejaculate again, so I kept telling him to stop thrusting so I could enjoy the pleasure of being fully filled. The itchy, tingling, numb, and numbing sensation made me feel waves of orgasm washing over me, and I moaned, "It feels so good!" But he still couldn't hold back and was about to ejaculate, so I quickly told him to pick me up.

The moment he picked me up, a powerful surge of heat rushed up my body, and I bit his shoulder and screamed. Afterwards, I told him to wait a while before pulling out, and told him to suck on my nipples. He carried me to the bathroom, like I was urinating.

Before leaving, I told him to take good care of his wife during this time, to try to do it less often, and to tell me if he couldn't help himself. He nodded, and I quickly got dressed and went back to work.

After the child finished his exams, he went to visit his maternal grandmother for a few days. One afternoon on my day off, I called her over and gave her some underwear and a fur coat that my husband had bought. We tried on clothes in the bedroom and asked her if she wanted them. She nodded shyly. I called my husband in to see how we looked. The silk lingerie was so transparent, with lace embroidery; any woman wearing that would be irresistible to any man. The ones

my husband bought for her were even more revealing, with large breasts and a deep V-neck, the lace just covering her nipples, her cleavage like a canyon. The panties were almost entirely lace, with only a small patch covering her vulva, giving her lush pubic hair a hazy pink mist, making her even more alluring and sexy.

My husband and I sat on the edge of the bed admiring her sexy beauty. She was embarrassed by our stares and pounced on us, pushing us down. I pushed her onto my husband, and they embraced and kissed passionately, undressing as they did so. I patted her buttocks and said, "Enjoy yourself, I'm going to see the kids."

When I returned around 4 a.m., they were still asleep. My husband held her breast in one hand and explored her vulva with the other; she had one arm around my husband and the other holding his penis. They were sleeping so soundly that they didn't even know I was coming in or out. I wonder how intense they were doing it!

I wanted to disturb them, but I held back and waited until I had finished cooking before waking them: "If you keep doing this, I'll be in big trouble tonight." My husband got up and said, "I'll call ten of my brothers to comfort you tonight."
After dinner, my husband went out to meet his audiophile friends. He doesn't like going to nightclubs or bars; he usually meets up with a few fellow music lovers. A friend asked him why he didn't buy a car, and he said he didn't envy cars; he wanted to buy a new apartment so he could set up a sound system room. The most valuable things in his house are his audio equipment, and the most numerous are his books and music CDs.

The two of us women chatted at home. I asked her how it felt, and she said, "It was amazing! The first time was just excitement, but this time I truly felt what a woman's happiness is. I finally understand what orgasms are like when my female colleagues at work talk about them. It was so incredibly pleasurable!"

I asked, "How many times? How did it feel?" She said two or three times, a tingling sensation started inside her and spread throughout her body, her mind went blank, and she felt like she was floating on air—it was so comfortable! But he didn't ejaculate. She didn't know my husband was very good at controlling himself; he usually only ejaculated once a week. Sometimes we would chat while we were making love, and he wouldn't ejaculate until dawn.

I asked her, "Do you want more tonight?" She said, "I can't hold back anymore, let's talk about it in a few days!" It's true that doing it often makes a difference.

I asked, "Do your breasts hurt?" She said my husband was very gentle, and his caresses were both comfortable and exciting, without any pain, unlike her husband who would scratch too hard, making her feel itchy down there but her breasts aching. He was very rough, and she envied us for having such enjoyment every night.

After that, she only came once a week to enjoy the bliss of womanhood, and I would try to leave so she could have her fill. For a woman to be able to fully enjoy herself is the greatest nourishment for her body and mind, and the best way to enhance her beauty, surpassing any cosmetics. My skin is still as fair and smooth as when I was in my twenties, and I never use cosmetics except for lipstick. She has also become more and more beautiful.

During the Spring Festival, my husband told me he wanted to buy a new house and asked what kind I wanted. I said, "Ideally, it should have an ensuite bathroom; you can decide the rest yourself."

A few days later, he brought back the blueprints. It was a high-rise, on the 25th floor. I said, "Isn't that too high?" He said, "High is good, no one can see us, we can do whatever we want." I asked, "How many rooms?" He said four bedrooms and two living rooms, 180 square meters.

I knew one of the rooms was his sound room, but I said, "Are you planning to take a second wife? Why so many rooms?" Just then, she came over, and he said, "One room is for her, and one is for guests." When her husband came over, he only heard the last part and also said that one room was for guests. We all laughed.

When they found out we were buying a new house, they also discussed buying one, as they had lived here for seven or eight years. A few days later, her husband and he went to look at apartments together. Both families bought apartments in the same complex, in small high-rises, next to each other, and planned to move in together in the summer.

Spring, though a time of vibrant life and renewal, is often accompanied by persistent spring rains that leave one feeling listless. Aside from work, I spend most of my time at home. My husband spends his time either looking at decorations for our new house or tinkering with his audiophile-grade equipment. I honestly don't understand those imported high-end stereos (I later learned they cost hundreds of thousands), and he insists on building his own set, saying that's where the real fun lies.

Our neighbor is equally idle; on rainy days, the couple comes home early, and whenever she comes over, he comes over too, saying he wants to learn about music appreciation from my husband. After I help the kids with their studies and put them to bed, the two of us women cuddle and chat in the bedroom, careful not to make any sudden movements.

She asked me, "Does your husband have other women on the side?" I asked, "Why do you say that?" She said, "Although he's not a particularly striking man, after dating for a while, women develop a different kind of attraction to him than to other men. You should be careful."

I asked her, "What about your husband?" She said, "No, he's lustful but lacks the courage; he's afraid of death." I said, "Then find him someone." She actually said, "Then I'll find you." I asked, "Aren't you afraid?" She said, "What's there to be afraid of! He can't even satisfy his wife, how can he possibly satisfy you?"

I said, "It's okay, let me teach him." She said, "Then I should thank you! If you can train him well, I'll serve you both to your satisfaction." They both laughed heartily.

That night, I talked to my husband about this, and he asked, "Do you want to?" What should I say? I don't want to be with someone who's rigid and inflexible, but I want things to be easier for him and her, so I still said I really wanted to.

My husband asked, "Why?" I said, "I want to try what it's like to have two men at the same time." He said, "Dream on! If we do it together, we'll kill you. Aren't you afraid?" I said, "What's there to be afraid of! I can be carefree, even as a ghost, I'll be happy."

I asked him, "Are you seeing any new women now?" He said, "No, where would I get that much energy! With you two lively treasures, why would I need so many?" I said, "What about your old lovers?" He said, "I deal with them occasionally, I'm not interested."

I asked, "Why?" He said, "You know perfectly well, why are you asking?" I said, "Don't you men want to have as many women as possible? How can you not be interested!" He said, "Having women like you is good. Not everything is good. Some are pretty but not useful, some are best left untouched, and some are not even worth looking at."

I know that there are a few women at his workplace who are particularly good to him now, and there was one from before who was also particularly good to him.

After I asked him to explain more clearly, he shared his views, hoping everyone would comment on whether they were correct: Tall women are beautiful, attractive, and pleasing to the eye, which many men desire, but not very practical. Their vaginas are wide, especially after childbirth, becoming loose and large.

Short women are less attractive compared to tall women, but more practical. Their vaginas are narrow, and this usually doesn't change much after childbirth.

Most very beautiful women are frigid or have weak sexual responses. Women with strong emotions want to possess their feelings exclusively and should never be touched. Women with

straightforward and strong personalities are wonderful when they're in a good mood, but when they're in a bad mood, they're fearless and can cause chaos. Frivolous women can cause a scandal at any time and in any situation.

A woman shouldn't be a public bus, that's like being a prostitute. Nor should she be a taxi driver, that's like being a mistress. Ideally, she should have a high-end private car, occasionally enjoying something new—that's the best enjoyment for a woman. Women who are overly concerned with the price of their cars are destined for misery, and women who frequently change cars are either scheming or have a cheap life.

I don't understand this logic. It's true that indulgence is definitely bad for a woman, but focusing solely on one thing can also lead to a miserable life. It's important to "strike while the iron is hot."

The weather is gradually getting warmer in May, and women can finally show off their natural charm. One evening, my husband wasn't home. After the kids went to sleep, I showered and wore a thin, mid-length nightgown while waiting for him to return. His wife and her husband knocked on the door, saying they wanted to ask him some questions about decorating. Her husband stared at me intently. At first, I didn't think much of it, but then she quietly touched my crotch—oh my god! There was nothing there! I was so embarrassed! He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Not as good as your wife, what's there to be curious about?"

He said I was much prettier than his wife, and that she was taking up space and getting in the way. I quickly went inside to get dressed. After that, he often came to talk to me and joke around, sometimes quite bluntly. I understood his feelings, but pretended not to, always changing the subject. I thought the time wasn't right yet, and sometimes I would tease him, but he pretended to be refined in front of his wife, not daring to show it. Actually, she knew, but she just didn't want to help her husband.

I remember one evening, my husband and his friends were listening to music at home, and my child and I went over. We wanted to watch the news, so the child went to her bedroom to watch a children's program. The three of us sat on the sofa, and he put me in the middle. At first, I kept my distance from him, but he moved closer under the guise of talking, and one hand secretly touched my buttocks from behind. Because I was wearing a short skirt, he started touching me from the outside, making me feel excited. I then put myself in a position so that his hand could reach me.

Seeing me fidgeting, she asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "I'm not comfortable sitting here, I want to put my feet up comfortably." She moved to make me comfortable, and I took the opportunity to hug her, sitting sideways so his hands could easily roam freely inside her skirt.

He touched her from the hillside to the mountains, from the shore to the bank, touching the secluded valley where the spring water trickled. I was excited but also afraid of being seen by the child, suppressing the itch coursing through my body, and reached out to touch her breasts. I almost couldn't control myself from his touch and had to change positions when I came back from the bathroom.

While she was in the bathroom, he whispered to me, "I was so excited I came." He even pulled my hand in to touch his semen.

Actually, he had ejaculated. When he pulled my hand in, I took the opportunity to grab his penis and stroke it a few times, and he really did gush out. I suspect he even peed, like he wet his pants. When she came back, he said he had accidentally knocked over a water glass. What a terrible man!

One Sunday afternoon, I was covering for a colleague in the quiet warehouse. I thought how nice it would be to have that young man there; it had been so long since we'd had any fun together. Just thinking about it made me horny. It was warm inside, so I called him. Before he arrived, I changed into a female colleague's summer clothes. They were a bit long on me, but like a short nightgown, they covered my lower body perfectly.

When the young man arrived, I told him to take a shower first. I closed the door and had him carry me to the back of the warehouse. We found a place to sit down. I straddled him, stroking his large, thick penis. He gently kneaded my breasts. After a while, I asked him if he could last longer. He said he didn't know.

Holding his large, hard penis, feeling my vagina throbbing, I had no choice but to let it penetrate. I didn't dare move too much, moving slowly. He tried to thrust, but I wouldn't let him. It was swollen and tight, itchy, and I could only sigh and moan with pleasure. But this time he couldn't hold on for long either. After a few dozen thrusts, he ejaculated. As he ejaculated, the hole felt like it was about to explode, and I felt like I was floating in the air.

He tried to pull out, but I said, "No, just let it rest inside." As soon as he pulled out, the hole felt empty. Although it was soft, it still filled that emptiness.

The hole was full again, and I couldn't help but wriggle around naturally. He felt it too and said, "You're sucking me in there." I asked, "How is it? Does it feel good?" He said, "One thrust at a time, it feels very good."

With the wriggling of my flesh, his boneless penis hardened again. As the penis expanded, the hole contracted more and more, as if his penis was really hitting my throat inside my body. I gasped and shouted, "It's so itchy! Hurry up and thrust!" He said he couldn't pull out; he was being sucked in.

The climax surged up, and I cried out, "I can't take it anymore! Faster! Faster!..." He pressed me down and thrust forcefully, my entire vagina feeling as if it were being pulled out with each thrust. The electric shock combined with his pressure almost suffocated me, and I had to tell him to stop and catch his breath.

After catching my breath, I knelt down and let him penetrate me from behind. At first, he was hesitant to thrust hard, but I told him to go all the way in. He really used all his strength to thrust deeply and all the way in. I don't know what part of my vagina the head hit, but it itched unbearably, and I really couldn't take it anymore. After a few dozen thrusts, I had to stop.

He said I was gripping him very tightly, and he couldn't hold back either. I told him to pull out quickly, and he ejaculated as soon as I turned around, leaving me all sticky. I hugged him, making him sticky too, but I didn't care and just lay on top of him to rest.

I had no strength left. I never expected him to last for more than ten minutes the second time, and even bring me to orgasm. I praised him for his good performance this time, saying he had never experienced such enjoyment before.

After we rested for half an hour, he carried me to take a shower. After we came out, he licked my whole body again. I lay on the table, letting him lick me until I was dizzy. I held his penis in my hand and rubbed it against my vulva. As I rubbed, it became hard again. He wanted to thrust in, but I said, "No, just rubbing at the entrance is enough." I was afraid that if I did it again, I wouldn't have the strength to go home tonight.

After gently working on the entrance for a while, I told him to go first. I lay naked on the desk and used a calligraphy brush to stroke my vulva, teasing myself while thinking, "How wonderful it would be if someone came to watch!" It's strange, every woman has different sexual fantasies. I've had these thoughts in conversations with my female friends, and the more conservative they are, the more bizarre they become.

When it was time to hand over my shift, I got dressed and thought that there would be few pedestrians on the way home, so I might as well not wear underwear and find an opportunity to be an exhibitionist on the street.

I finished my shift a little after 7 PM and rode my motorcycle home. It was already quite dark, and a section of the road was dark, perfect for letting my buttocks and cunt get some fresh air. I pulled up my skirt, and as I sped up, it billowed in the wind. The cool breeze made my bare buttocks and wanton cunt feel wonderful, reminding me of that time I went to the beach with my husband. I'll find another opportunity to do that again. I was

almost home when I straightened my skirt. When I got home, my husband was waiting for me to come back so we could eat together. The child had finished eating first and was studying in his room. I didn't change my clothes. While eating, I lifted my skirt to show him. He said, "Aren't you afraid people will see? What if someone sees you and gets aroused, and rapes you?"

I said, "I'm not afraid. Let him rape me. I'll fuck him to death and see who rapes whom!"

He laughed loudly, "When did you become a slut?" I retorted, "You're the one who taught me! You're a slut."

He said, "Then a slut is quite a match for a slut." I said, "Match your head! Your dick has pried open countless slut holes. I need to find a few to pry open to make them equal."

He said, "How many have you pried open? Tell the truth." I said, "Not yet. Don't you know how many? You're the one who needs to confess. You need to tell me how many holes you've crawled through. You know the policy: confess and you'll be punished severely, resist and you'll be punished."

We were laughing when the child rushed out and asked, "Who broke the law? Who broke the law?"

When I was going to bed, I said to my husband, "Let's go nude outside sometime." He said, "You can be naked anytime when we move." I said it's different outside. He said we have to wait until it's hot, otherwise we'll catch a cold.

We started having sex again, chatting about erotic things as we went. He said, "That guy across the street seems to have a thing for you lately, have you noticed?"

I said, "Don't make wild guesses." He said, "Really, the way he looks at you is different."

I asked, "Is that okay?" He said, "You want that big guy too? Don't let it get you down."

I said, "Just let me try it out for a few times, okay? You won't lose anything anyway."

He said, "Don't be silly, he'll keep bothering me." I said, "I'm not afraid. If he keeps bothering me, I'll make him leave his wife, wouldn't that be better? It'll be more convenient for everyone if it's public. Don't you want her to be able to do it with you openly?"

My husband said, "Stop messing around, you handle it yourself!"

I knew he also wanted it to be convenient, and I also wanted both families to be able to go public and have a big mix.

I wondered what it would be like if all four of us did it together? Remembering the fun we had in the warehouse that afternoon, my juices started flowing, and I immediately rolled onto my husband and started moving with all my might, vigorously rubbing my breasts with both hands.

My husband lifted me down and said, "You get horny whenever you want to sleep with someone else, don't you?"

I said, "Yes, other women aren't enough for me, so you come and have your turn. It's so exciting when someone else steals me and then you come and steal me again!"

He said, "You're practically becoming a slut." I retorted, "You are! You want them all, big and small. Have you been sleeping with any of them lately?"

I was referring to his third lover; if he hadn't also slept with her sister, she would be his wife now. Of all the women he'd slept with before, she's the one still sleeping with my husband.

I knew all about his past. It's strange, really. In 1979, he transferred to the school I attended, two years ahead of me. I met him when he got into a fight with one of his classmates. He fought four of them, even chasing one into my classroom. The one being chased was my neighbor. I stepped in and stopped him, freeing my neighbor.

We met again by chance in 1982 and started dating. I treated him like an older brother, and he treated me like a younger sister. He asked me to share all the women he had dated, but at that time, we never thought we would become husband and wife because my work environment was mostly female, and I rarely interacted with men.

Sometimes he would tease me, saying, "Why don't you hurry up and find someone to marry? Otherwise, you'll become an old maid." I would retort, "I'm not marrying you!

So what?" We lived like this for many years. People introduced me to potential partners, but I didn't like any of them. He dated a few, but none of them worked out. When we were together, we would talk about these things as jokes. It was only three months before our wedding that we both realized who we loved. Looking back after the wedding, we both think it's a huge joke, and our parents say that if we had known this would happen, we wouldn't have wasted so many years.

One afternoon, she called me and told me to come home immediately. When I got back, she was waiting for me downstairs. I asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so anxious?" She said, "Your husband came back with a woman. They've been together for half an hour. I saw them when I went to work, and they looked quite intimate."

I asked, "What was she like?" She said, "Very tall, and busty."

I asked, "How tall?" She said, "About 1.6 meters."

I thought it might be a former colleague of my husband's. I had suspected they had been intimate before; she had come over a few times, and she seemed very close to my husband.

We quietly opened the door and went in. We quietly walked to the bedroom door, and the sight that met our eyes made us tiptoe to peek: Sure enough, they were doing it! The woman was kneeling, and my husband was fucking her from behind. Her breasts were huge, like soccer balls, jiggling with his thrusts, quite elastic, unlike other large breasts that are saggy. She was moaning obscenely, making us both blush.

She was afraid I would rush in, so she held me tightly. Although I was angry, I wanted to see. They fucked for a while, and as my husband entered, her vagina made a "slap, slap" sound, not the sound of flesh hitting flesh, but the sound coming from inside her vagina. I had never experienced anything like it before. The woman told

my husband to stop; she wanted to suck his penis. When she lay down, we could see her vagina clearly. We were both surprised. Her entire vulva was the size of my husband's palm, with thick, large labia. The opening was wide open, twice the size of both of us, with little hair, and was a deep red color.

The man inserted three fingers into her hole and dug. She twisted her nipples desperately, her waist contorting violently, making the bed creak and groan. I was afraid she would collapse our bed.

We both felt a burning, uncomfortable heat in our own genitals, so we quietly withdrew and went to her house. Our pants were completely soaked. We stripped naked, took out the vibrator, and started prying each other's holes. She angrily said, "Are we being treated like that? Even such a big hole? I have to ask him about it later, make him explain."

I found it strange: I wasn't that angry; it was her. Instead, I comforted her, saying, "That's just how men are, they'll go for anything. Don't worry, he won't be that promiscuous, it must be that slut who came looking for him, don't be angry!"

She said, "You're still defending him!" I quickly said, "I know him, we'll teach him a lesson he won't dare to do it again, we'll make him only have sex with the two of us every day, he won't have the energy to do anything else."

She said, "You have to do it this way! Don't sleep with him tonight, come to my place, let him go to hell."

I asked, "Sleep with you guys? Aren't you afraid of three people sharing a bed?" She said, "What's there to be afraid of! Let him sleep in the living room, I'll get him out of there first, right?"

I asked again, "What if he insists on sleeping with us? What if you get him out of there, and he still comes to touch you?" She said, "If he dares, I'll go to your place and have sex with your husband, I'll confront him openly, let's see what he does!"

She didn't know that her husband had already slept with me, I really wanted to have a public opportunity tonight too.

When my husband picked up the kids from school, he said, "Don't wait for me for dinner. I won't be back for dinner tonight. I have to go to the new building to direct the decorators to finish the sound system room. I won't be back until very late. You go to sleep first." I waited until after 1 a.m. and then went to sleep myself, without mentioning what happened in the afternoon.

A few days later, my husband asked me to go with him to the new house to see if there were any modifications needed. I went a few times, but it was a mess, and I couldn't see anything clearly. He said, "The masonry and carpentry are basically finished. Any modifications need to be made before the paint is applied." So I took a day off and looked around. After that, I figured out when repairs were needed, but I emphasized a few issues with the kitchen.

When I got back, my husband told me to order the curtains, bedding, and other things when it was convenient for me, so we wouldn't be busy together later. I said, "Then I'll ask her to go with me this afternoon." My husband said, "You decide for yourself! I need to keep an eye on the painting work when I have time. If I don't have time to go with you to order, I'll call her."

Right after lunch, she and her husband came over. The three of us went to the store to get information and samples, and then came back. When we got back, she said, "I bought a few summer nightgowns. I want to try them on and see how they look. If they don't fit, I'll exchange them." So

we went to her house to try on the clothes. I tried on two that were elegant and presentable, and she kept the ones that were only for the couple to see. Her husband asked why she didn't want to wear it, and I said, "I'm already pregnant. Besides, with a child around, I can't wear it like you do when your child isn't around often."

He said, "Try it on and see, you're always staring." I said, "Then I'll try it on." I specifically picked out the most transparent and shortest one to wear. After looking at it, he said, "We'll only be able to see if it's good or not if you take those two pieces off." I said, "Just have your wife wear it like that and let me show you."

I picked out the most revealing one and asked her to wear it as he said, but she said she didn't want to wear it like that. I disagreed: "Let your husband properly admire your sexy and beautiful figure."

When we went into the room to change, I took her naked before letting her put it on. When we came out, I said, "How about it? Isn't your wife's figure attractive enough? If you don't cherish it, someone else will." I said this while touching her.

He asked, "Who wants it?" I said, "I want it." I pulled out one of her breasts and pinched it, saying, "I want this one." When she took off my bra, her nightgown fell down, leaving only her panties. She pinched my breasts and said, "Don't you have any?" He stared at me, his crotch bulging, and said, "They're all good, you have great figures."

I took off hers too: "You don't need to wear any either." She tried to take off my panties: "You still have one." I deliberately moved away from him and said, "I can't be without this, don't embarrass me." I secretly hoped he would take them off.

When she caught up and grabbed me, I pretended to fall and landed on him. He held my breasts in his hands: "Don't fall." I was already wet down there, and said, "If we're going to take them off, we should all take them off, don't let anyone get away with it." She said no, and he said okay.

I got up and told him to take them off. As he took them off, he said he needed to go to the bathroom. I knew he had wet his pants. As he went into the bathroom, she whispered, "Are you really going to do this?" I asked, "Is it okay?" She said, "I don't know if he can handle it, you can do it yourself." I knew she wanted to avoid me.

After he stripped naked and slipped out, he said, "You can still take your clothes off!" His penis was hard and red, looking a bit small under his beer belly, and his body was all loose, fat flesh—no wonder my husband called him "Big Winter Melon."

I said, "You wish!" He tried to pull me away, but I ran into the bedroom. She blocked him, saying, "Stop messing around, it's almost time." He whispered something in her ear, and she said, "Okay, but don't go too far." She pushed him down to sit, came in, and pulled off my soaking wet underwear, saying, "It's all the same now."

I asked, "What happened? Are you angry?" He said, "No, she's going to the market to buy groceries and cook. Everyone's happy." When she went into the bedroom to get me clothes, he whispered to me, "When can we have sex?" I said, "Don't think too much about it. She'll be angry if she finds out." He said, "Just don't let her know. How about we find an opportunity these next few nights?" I didn't say anything.

He got up to put on his clothes. After he left, I asked her again, "What was he muttering about just now?" She said, "He wanted to take a look." I asked, "Then why did you stop him?" She said she couldn't let him have it so easily.

I told her what he had just said, and she said, "We can't give it to him so easily." I knew what she meant. It

just so happened that my husband was away on a business trip for a few days over the weekend, and the kids were clamoring to go to my sister's place to play video games with their brother, so I let him go for two days. She said, "Come over and join us for these two nights! Tell him not to come back, and he agreed."

The first night, after we went to sleep, he sneaked in. I knew it. He was already naked when he entered the bedroom. He quietly came to my side and told me to leave. I pretended to be asleep, so he had no choice but to lie down. He quietly touched my breasts, then pulled down my tiny pants, played with my vagina for a while, and then left.
Actually, I guessed he would come back. When we slept, I didn't hold her; I let her sleep on the inside, keeping some distance between us. She was wearing the easiest-to-open pajamas and the smallest possible underwear. Sure enough, he came in again, caressed me for a while, then pressed down and penetrated me. He ejaculated after only a few thrusts.

I endured it without making a sound from the beginning until he ejaculated. When he finished and pressed down on me, trying to grab my legs and hook them around his waist, I pretended to yell, "You're crushing me!" to wake him up.

When she saw him, she pretended to be very angry: "When did you come in? And treating someone like this, you're a rapist!" He grinned and laughed, and she came over and hit him: "You still have the nerve to laugh!" I got up to block her and said, "Stop arguing, that's just how men are."

The semen he ejaculated inside was now flowing out from below, soaking the sheets. I shouted, "It's stuck to the sheets!" She turned on the light and looked: "Oh, he really did go in! What are we going to do? How can you face someone's husband like this!" She kept pressuring him to talk.

I thought it was about time, so I tried to mediate: "That's enough, don't argue. It's already done, there's no need to argue. Don't hurt our relationship, don't cause trouble because of me."

He wanted to leave, and I said, "Never mind, come up and sleep here, don't get cold outside." I told him to sleep in the middle, but he said he didn't want to sleep with him and wanted me to be in the middle.

After we lay down, he didn't dare touch me anymore. She said, "You're going to ignore me after you've had your way with me?" I said, "Stop using that 'fuck' thing, it sounds awful."

She said, "He can sleep with other women, I've lost out big time, I need to find someone to make up for it." He said, "Then go find someone!" She said, "Really? Don't regret it later." He hugged me and said, "Okay, as long as you don't cause trouble later."

She muttered, "Knowing I don't have many male friends, you dare to say that. I'll go find her husband and see what you do then." He said, "That would be best, as long as you have the guts."

I quickly said, "You guys are trying to ruin me!" He said, "Just don't make it clear, let her go." As he spoke, he frantically rubbed my breasts with both hands.

I grabbed his lifeless penis and pinched it, saying, "Want to switch? No way!" She pinched my clitoris and said, "Switch then, then you won't have to sneak around anymore."

I was getting itchy all over from the two of them, and I cried out, "You two are fucking me, I want revenge too." She said, "He's too weak to fuck you anymore, so I can." As she spoke, she inserted her fingers into my vagina and started scratching. I groaned, "Itchy...it's so itchy!"

His penis gradually swelled up again, and he sucked on my breasts, saying, "Who says I'm not good enough? Look, I'm going to fuck you." He flipped over and pressed down on me, and she pushed him away, saying, "Don't crush me."

I got up and sat on him, stuffing his penis into my burning hole, and made her kneel on top of him, letting him pinch her breasts and kiss her mouth, while I used my hands to tickle her vagina. I

didn't dare move after I sat on him, afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on and would ejaculate again, so I just let my writhing vagina naturally suck on his root, and I inserted my fingers deep into her vagina and stirred them. He said, "So good! So good!" But she wanted me to go at it hard and fast.

My buttocks moved up and down, and his penis went in and out of my hole. After about two or three minutes, just as I was starting to feel something, I felt spasms in my hole, and he cried out, "I can't take it anymore!" and ejaculated again.

After he finished, he said, "I'm dead... I'm dead..." I asked, "Do you want more?" He said, "I'm too weak tonight, you guys go ahead and do it!" Soon he fell asleep like a log.

We hugged each other and slowly fucked, and we chuckled knowingly as we watched him sleep beside us.

The next day, I slept until I was woken up by a phone call. While she went out to answer the phone, he came over and hugged me.

I asked, "What if your wife really sleeps with my husband?" He said, "Let her do what she wants!"

I said, "You're not that lenient, are you?" He said, "Honestly, I'd be fine with her sleeping with your husband. I know you two well. But if she goes and sleeps with some man she doesn't know, that would be troublesome. She can do whatever she wants with your husband, just don't go out and mess around with other women." He also told me to ignore their business.

I almost laughed out loud. I said, "What if she treats him better than you?" He said, "Ignore her. Just be good to me, and I'll make you feel good, I'll lick you until you're satisfied, but you can't let her know."

I asked, "Why?" He said, "I haven't licked her for years. She's begged me, but I won't give in."

I said, "Do you hate her? She's great in every way."

He said, "It's not that I hate her as a person, it's that I hate how much hair she has. It gets in my way. To fuck her, I always have to part the hair, and even licking her gets it all in my mouth. Unlike you, you don't have much hair at the entrance, so I can just insert it whenever I want, and I can lick it all the way in. Plus, you moan so well." "Listen, all she does is grunt like a pig. Your husband might not even like her. You'll have to put in some effort to keep her close to your husband so it'll be easier for us."

I nodded reluctantly and said, "She'll keep him close."

She came in and asked, "What are you two whispering about?" I said, "Your husband wants you to follow him to death."

She said, "When he comes back from his business trip, I'll strip naked and have sex with him every day, let's see what you two do then." I said, "Don't be ridiculous, we have children." She said, "I know that."

On the weekend, while the children weren't home, I had sex with her husband four or five times, until he couldn't ejaculate much anymore. I still wasn't satisfied and was looking forward to my husband coming home early. He's such a slowpoke, each time it only lasts three minutes. Twice in a row, he lasted a little longer, but he wasn't hard enough, and I had to help him barely get it in, which made me feel uncomfortable all over. But his licking skills were pretty good, his tongue even went inside, licking me until I was dizzy with pleasure several times.

When her husband and I were having sex, she didn't watch, she went to my place to watch TV and masturbate. I kept him awake all night, wanting to fuck him non-stop. Afterwards, he said he was so exhausted his back couldn't straighten up for a week.

When my husband came home, I couldn't wait to mount him as soon as we got into bed, fucking him wildly. My husband found it strange: "You're so hungry after only a few days, is it your second puberty, or something?" I let slip: "It's over in a second, it's so painful!"

My husband immediately pulled out and said: "Hurry up and confess, what did you do again?" I pleaded: "I'll tell you everything after I've had my fill."

He made me climax and said: "Confess, with whom? How did you do it?" I lay down and hugged him and said: "Don't scold me, don't be angry, I'll tell you." He said as long as I confessed and gave details, that was enough.

I wanted him to penetrate me again and continue fucking me, so I told him everything that had happened in the past few days.

He said: "You're such a mess, you even want a cock-shaped thing, you're so incredibly slutty!"

I said, "They're all doing this for your own good. You can openly have sex with her from now on, and she'll follow you like a concubine. You don't thank me, but blame me instead. I'm so wronged!"

He said, "So, will you be like a concubine with him?" I said, "No way! He's only good at sucking up to you, he's useless. My own husband is still the best."

My husband asked, "Does he know his wife is with me? How will you two women handle this relationship?"

I said, "Of course he doesn't know. As for our relationship, it will be good. We'll share a husband and wife! But what about the relationship between you two men?"

He said, "Just like you two, we'll share a wife and wife. But it's best not to be as open as you two are. You should ask her to discuss it with you."

I said, "You men are all so petty. What's wrong with being open? Everyone can be open about it. You'll benefit from it. Isn't it good to have a beauty by your side?"

A few days later, the couple came over late to ask my husband about some things related to the new house. Since we were about to go to bed, and I had already taken off my clothes, I didn't go out. After a while, she came in and pulled me out of bed, wanting to discuss something with me. I tried to get dressed, but she said, "No need." She then grabbed my husband's shirt and draped it over me. I said no, but she said, "This is fine."

Only then did I realize she was only wearing a revealing, short nightgown, with nothing underneath. I knew her intention, so I went out and closed the children's bedroom door. It turned out they wanted to sell their apartment in the small high-rise because someone else was interested and wanted to buy a higher-floor apartment next to ours. They came to discuss it and ask my husband if the apartment next to our new one was occupied.

They talked for a long time. My husband told the two of us women to go to sleep, but she refused. I had to stay with her and go get some late-night snacks. During the conversation, she kept intentionally or unintentionally exposing herself. Her husband pretended not to see. While he was in the bathroom, my husband told her to stop fooling around, and she replied that that was exactly what she wanted. Afterward, she showed no jealousy whatsoever. When

her husband came back from the bathroom, he asked me in the kitchen if his wife had slept with my husband. I said I didn't know, and told him to treat her well and not neglect her, as this was wrong. He said he knew, but sex with her never felt as exciting as sex with me.

One night, she wanted to go see a new house with my husband, and he asked me, "Do you really want to go?" I said, "No, I'm at home supervising the kids' studies." I secretly told her, "Have my husband take you to the beach for some fun."

After the kids went to sleep, I sneaked over to her house. As soon as I entered, her husband immediately took off my pajamas and started licking me on the sofa. He licked me until I was burning with desire and my juices were flowing freely. He sucked it all up, and I could still feel waves of fluid gushing out.

He sucked very hard, and I couldn't help but yell, "Hurry up and put it in!" As soon as he entered, he went all out. I told him to learn to take it slow so that it would last longer. He said he wanted it to last longer, but he didn't know how. I said, "You can learn if you listen to what I say." He agreed.

I told him not to move, to keep it inside and train his patience. He obediently stayed inside, and I moved gently and slowly, but it wouldn't cooperate, writhing in waves, squeezing so tightly he cried out in pleasure. Five minutes later, he couldn't help but ejaculate, but at least he'd made some progress.

Afterwards, we watched TV naked, caressing and chatting, forgetting the time, not even noticing it was raining outside. Suddenly, I heard my husband and his wife returning, and I hurriedly put on my pajamas and went over. As soon as I entered, I saw she was also naked. My husband was going downstairs to park the car.

Seeing me like this, my husband reached out and touched my vulva, asking, "Dry again?" I replied shyly, "Aren't you the same?" My husband didn't say anything more and went to park the car. She took her clothes and went to her own house without putting them on.

Before going to bed, I asked my husband to be honest about where we went and what we did that night. He said, "I was supposed to come back early, but she said she wanted to go for a drive, so I went to the beach with her."

I asked, "Did she take off all her clothes?" He said, "No, there were people there. We just sat on the beach for a while and chatted. Then it started raining when we came back."

I asked, "Why did she come back naked?" My husband said, "When she was putting on her raincoat, she took it all off (the raincoat was big enough for two people), and she wanted to wander around. Later, we ended up at Cuishan."

I knew it was about seven or eight miles away, very remote, and there were very few people. I said, "You did it there, didn't you? How did you do it?"

My husband described the process, and after hearing it, I became very aroused and wanted him to thrust hard, fucking me until I was completely exhausted. After the climax, my husband said, "She wasn't satisfied, was she? Now you have to make up for it."

I said, "You've never taken me out." My husband then said he would take me to a nice place on the weekend.

On Saturday, we left the children with my sister. On the way home, my husband bought some bread and drinks, saying they were snacks for the road trip; I assumed we were going on a trip. After lunch, he went out for a while and then called me downstairs. It turned out he had gone to get the company car.

When the car reached the outskirts, I asked, "Should we take our clothes off too?" My husband said, "Take off the inner ones first." I took them off, hoping something good would happen, but nothing did. We drove for over 30 kilometers to Sangshan before he parked the car in an orchard, took the things, and led me up the mountain. I asked, "Is it safe to park the car here?" He said the orchard owner was an acquaintance, so it was very safe.

After walking for a while, I felt very hot and asked where we were going. He said, "We're almost there."

We came to a pile of large rocks, and he said we were there. I looked around and said, "What kind of good place is this?" He led me through a very narrow crevice in the rocks, and after we climbed over, a clear pool of water appeared before us, and looking down from the pool, there was a beautiful view.

After we sat down to eat something, he said, "Let's go swimming!" The water wasn't deep, only about a meter at its deepest point. We played for a while and then got up to sunbathe. I asked, "Want to have a swim?" He said, "Wait a minute," and gently stroked me.

I asked, "How did you know about this place? Have you been here with other women?" He laughed and said, "I found it when I used to enjoy hiking. I've never been here with anyone else."

Seeing that his tone wasn't honest, I pressed him further, and he finally admitted that he had come twice.

"Who were they?" I forced him to confess. He said it was those two sisters, both times.

I said, "So you're just revisiting an old haunt, trying to rekindle old flames. Then why didn't you bring me here before?" He said he had mentioned it to me before we were married, but I hadn't accepted it.

I recalled that it was before we were officially dating, and asked, "Did the two sisters also play in the water naked like this?" He said, "Yes, that's when I slept with her older sister. I couldn't resist the temptation of that young woman!"

I asked again, "Then why was there a second time?" He said, "The first time she didn't know there was penetration; she thought her sister and I were just playing around. The second time, she fell asleep while sunbathing, so we went ahead and did it without worry."

As he spoke, my desire ignited, and just as I was about to let him penetrate me, I heard someone talking. I immediately grabbed my clothes to put them back on, but my husband said, "Don't be afraid. Everyone here is a couple. You're in for a treat. They came in from over there; they can't see this side unless they go into the water."

I then saw that the pool was divided into two levels by a large rock, but I still covered myself with my clothes, wanting to see what they were doing first.

After a while, they went into the water. It was a couple younger than us, also naked. The woman seemed a little shy when she saw us, but the man nodded to my husband. I thought they knew each other, but the man said they didn't, and that everyone here was like that.

Gradually, they stopped being so reserved and started playing in the water. I don't know what they were saying, but the woman kept looking at us. I thought she was talking about my clothes, so I took them off. But then the man came over and said something that made me blush and my heart race: "Want to switch with them?"

Who wouldn't want to be promiscuous? But I was still a little scared to have sex with a strange man in front of the man. I could see that the woman's expression was the same as mine—wanting it but also shy.

I blushed and said, "Let's try it. After he's done, you have to come and do mine!" My husband said, "Okay, but be careful not to do it in the water. The water is very cold and it will hurt your health."

So we went into the water and played with them, but I still didn't dare to get close to the man. My husband led the woman to the other side, and the man came over, putting one arm around my waist and touching my breast with the other. I saw the woman and my husband touching each other as they walked ashore, so I also became bold and grabbed the man's penis and walked onto the rocks.

He wasn't very tall, but he was very strong, and his penis was thicker than my husband's. After we got up, he made me lie on the flat rocks and licked my whole body with his tongue. He made me feel extremely aroused and hot all over. My lower body felt unbearably itchy, as if countless ants were crawling on it, but I didn't dare to take the initiative to provoke him.

As he lowered his head to lick my vulva, I was stimulated to the point of moaning and panting, my legs spread wide. I heard the girl's moans coming from the other side, knowing that my husband had already penetrated me. Only then did he thrust in. My vagina was already full of fluid, and when he entered, he slid in like an eel with a "whoosh."

He thrust violently, his thick penis constantly moving in and out of my vagina, churning and swirling. I screamed with pleasure, feeling incredibly good. I ejaculated in less than a hundred thrusts, but he continued to pound like a bull, making me gush with fluid. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, the pleasure indescribable.

After about ten minutes of continuous fucking, he got a little tired and slowed down. I wrapped my arms around him, rolled over, and straddled him, thrusting wildly. He responded enthusiastically from below, pumping his penis in and out, his hands pressing hard on my breasts. I screamed "Ah...ah...ah..." repeatedly. If he hadn't held me, I would have almost fallen into the water several times.

I'm sure my husband was fucking that woman to death over there too. Waves of lewd moans drifted into our ears. Whether it was from being infected by them or from the frequency of my orgasms, I felt like my body was exploding, floating in space as if I were scattered.

I've never felt so ecstatic. His penis grew harder and harder, and after what felt like my umpteenth orgasm, he was about to ejaculate. He quickly rolled me over, pinned me down, and thrust hard into my vagina a dozen times before pulling out and ejaculating on my lower abdomen. I was still in the throes of orgasm, mumbling incoherently, "I want more... I want more..."

After a while, I slowly came to my senses and used my hands to smear the large pool of semen on my lower abdomen onto my vulva, breasts... covering my entire body, while my other hand still clung to his penis, stroking and squeezing it.

My husband carried the woman across the shallow water; she was flushed, her body limp, and she kept murmuring, as if still in the throes of orgasm. The man helped her down, and my husband told him to give her some drinks, saying she was overly excited and hungry, and that she should eat something after she woke up. He also criticized him for not bringing any food with him.

After she woke up, she ate some bread we had brought, regained some energy, and nestled softly in my husband's arms, saying, "You're so amazing! Just now I felt like I was in heaven, I didn't know anything." She thanked my husband for his thoughtfulness.

I thought she was very pretty, with a well-proportioned figure and a slender waist. She seemed like she hadn't given birth yet, probably because she hadn't experienced any particularly exciting situations. Meeting a skilled man like my husband, it was no wonder

she was incredibly satisfied. She noticed me watching her and smiled shyly at me. My husband asked me what I thought, and I said coquettishly, "I'm still thinking about it!" I smiled back at her, and she nodded knowingly. She left my husband's embrace, letting him lie down and hold me on his lap. I lay on top of him, rubbing my vulva against his penis. His semi-erect penis gradually hardened again. I shifted my body so that my opening was aligned with the tip, and we entered each other again.

We pulled in and out slowly, my husband gently pinching my nipples. I moaned softly with pleasure. The man, watching, became erect again and picked up the woman to penetrate her. She said her body hadn't fully recovered and she needed to wait a while.

I glanced at my husband, who gestured for me to attend to him as well. So I got up and knelt beside him, leaning over to kiss him while raising my buttocks and presenting my vulva to him, beckoning him over. He looked at the woman, she nodded, and he immediately moved closer, grasping his large penis that had just finished with me and thrusting it into my wet, itchy hole again. The

ecstatic rod I loved began its piston-like motion in and out of my vagina once more, and I was so excited that my husband and I kissed passionately, until he was almost out of breath. Since I had already brought him to climax once, his thrusts weren't as vigorous as before. I tried to spread my legs and twist my body to let him penetrate deeper, tightening my vagina to squeeze his penis.

My efforts finally paid off, and soon he was thrusting more and more vigorously. Waves of tingling sensations began to emanate from my body, and I couldn't help but moan loudly again. My husband kissed and pinched my nipples, and waves of pleasure surged through my vagina. The tingling sensation on my nipples combined with the intense friction inside my vagina, sending a rush to my brain and spreading throughout my body, leaving me weak.

After a while, he pulled his penis out. I was close to climaxing and thought he was about to ejaculate, so I cried out anxiously, "Keep going! Don't pull out..." But my husband got up, went around to the back, picked me up, and thrust into me again. He then came over and licked my nipples and rubbed my breasts with his tongue. Under the combined assault of two men, I couldn't take it anymore. "Ah... I can't take it... I'm going to... I'm going to lose it..." In an instant, I reached another climax.

At this moment, she came over and hugged my husband from behind, watching his penis go in and out of my vagina while pinching my clitoris with her hand. In the throes of climax, I couldn't withstand the combined assault from three sides. I screamed, "It's so itchy... I can't take it... I'm going to die... Ah..." My whole body went limp as if I had no bones.

As the climax subsided, I gradually regained my senses and realized that the woman was kneeling beside me, her buttocks raised in the same position as mine, allowing the man to penetrate her from behind. However, this time it was my husband who was fucking her, and the penis inside me had become that man's. The two of us women kissed mouth to mouth while the two men thrust into us from behind, switching positions every now and then and constantly changing our moves.

In the quiet mountain stream, the only sounds were the "slap slap slap" of flesh colliding and the moans of the two women, constantly alternating and rising and falling. The four of us did this for more than half an hour before the man, panting, said, "I can't hold on anymore, I'm going to cum..." He was fucking me at the time, and I wouldn't let him pull out, wanting him to cum inside my pussy.

With the impact of a warm current, I let out a nearly suffocating roar: "I'm so happy!" Then I lay down limply, powerless. She then told my husband to hurry up and cum inside her too, but I could tell that my husband wasn't ready to cum yet, and I didn't want to cum inside her either.

The man pulled her back, holding her buttocks, and shifted to a woman-on-top position. He had her sit on his lap while he moved, pinching her nipples and clitoris. She screamed, "Oh...it's so numb..." and went limp. The man lifted her off and laid her next to me, then waded into the water for a bit before sitting down.

We two women started chatting: they were a married couple, and hadn't had children yet (no wonder the man didn't ejaculate inside). They'd been here a few times, but this was the first time they'd encountered someone else, and it was their first time doing something like this. They guessed it was because they'd watched too much porn and been influenced by societal rumors that they were so bold.

She pointed at my husband and said, "You're so lucky to have such a capable husband." I said, "You're not bad either!" She pointed at the man, and when I turned around, he was already asleep from exhaustion.

The man went over and brought their clothes over, woke them up and ate something together, saying, "It's time to go down the mountain now, it's too late and the road is difficult to walk."

When we women wanted to exchange information, the man stopped us, saying, "It's fate that we met today, and if we are destined to meet again,

we will meet again in the future." They went down the mountain from the other side, and the man asked me if I could walk and if I wanted him to carry me. I said, "Don't underestimate me, if we still want to play, I can still continue!" Actually, my legs were already very weak.

By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, it was already dark. The orchard owner invited us to stay for dinner, and my husband thanked him. I was starving on the way back, so I found a small restaurant to eat at and felt much better. I then asked my husband if we could go somewhere nice to stroll around, but he said we shouldn't go too far and that it was better to go home.

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