My husband pushed me into another man's bed.

I love my husband very much. He's 1.77 meters tall, tall, handsome, kind, and easy-going. He's considered a handsome man in our medical school, and he's two years ahead of me

. He loves me very much. We've been married for over three years and have a lovely baby who lives with my mother-in-law. We live a carefree life and are a very happy family. He likes to play chess and often plays against his chess friend, Feng.

Feng is also 1.76 meters tall, with a full beard. He looks like a big, easy-going guy, but he's actually very smart and capable. He's another type of handsome man, the kind that women like.

As for me, needless to say, I have two big, watery eyes, and my figure and skin are undeniably beautiful.

Feng often comes to my house to play chess with my husband. They are very good friends. In public and in private, Feng often praises me. At first, I felt embarrassed and blushed, but it felt really good inside. After he praised me so much, I realized he wasn't just using sweet talk to flatter me. To be honest, women love being praised. Over time, we all became very easygoing and didn't distinguish between ourselves.

One night, my husband said, "Don't you think Ah Feng really likes you?" "Nonsense, what are you thinking!" I said. Although I said that, with a woman's sensitivity and intuition, only a fool wouldn't know that Ah Feng liked me. My husband then said, "Want to sleep with him once?" "No, I only like you." Although I said that, hearing my husband's words, I couldn't say I wasn't affected at all. That night, I felt much more excited than usual during our passionate moments. My husband noticed this small change and said, "What's wrong? You seem much more excited today."

{No, you're so naughty.} I admit, verbal stimulation can help with sexual arousal. My excitement seemed to give him more satisfaction, and he was acting differently than usual. I knew that we both experienced a different kind of enjoyment that night.

After that, my husband often used provocative language when we were passionate. He would say things like, "Do you think having sex with a man like Ah Feng would be prickly with his beard?" I said, "I don't know, I've never tried it." "If he licks your genitals, will it hurt?" "How would I know? You're my first love!" "If he kisses your whole body, will it hurt or itch?" "You're naughty, you're naughty, I don't know, I don't know!" I shouted loudly. As my husband continued his advances, yes, I really didn't know what it would feel like to have sex with a man like Ah Feng. Thinking about this, my husband brought me to orgasm, an orgasm unlike any other! So exciting, so stimulating, so enjoyable.

Later, whenever my husband wanted to be passionate with me, I would sometimes ask him to say similar things. Sometimes he would say, "No, that's all." "Um, I want you to say something..." I would plead with him. He would always satisfy me, pamper me, and tell me strange and wonderful hypothetical scenarios to stimulate my sexual desire. We were a very happy family.

That autumn, Ah Feng played chess with me at my house, and I went to bed early. In the middle of the night, my husband came in and said: It's late, he's letting Ah Feng stay at our house.

After my husband got into bed, he took off my thin silk nightgown and used his magical hands to roam between my breasts, arousing me in waves of excitement. I don't know if my husband was being mischievous or what, but I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. He stopped and whispered to me: I wonder if Ah Feng is asleep? How would I know? If Ah Feng were to hold you and make love to you right now, what would it feel like? I don't know. "If we both had sex with you, one of us would give you oral sex and lick your genitals, and the other would suckle your breasts, would that be enjoyable?" "I don't know..." I said, feigning a coquettish tone.

To be honest, at that moment, I was thinking that it would be great if he actually came inside. Being caressed by my husband, and with those teasing words, I was already very excited. I pulled my husband up; I really couldn't take it anymore. When I was really enjoying it, my moans were loud, a kind of seemingly mournful yet extremely pleasurable sound, like the purring of an old cat courting. I knew it was very infectious, an irresistible infectiousness, an infectiousness that could drive a man crazy. I don't know if I was deliberately letting Ah Feng hear, or if it was because I was particularly excited, but I moaned, oblivious to everyone around me.

With a woman's sensitivity, I sensed a slight sound outside the room; it must be Ah Feng peeking at us having sex (because the bedside lamp was on). Actually, I had been thinking for a while: would Ah Feng come to peek? I really wanted him to. Some say that many people have an exhibitionist tendency, especially women. When I thought about Ah Feng watching me make love outside, a strange excitement and impulse surged through me again. That night, the passion I shared with my husband was more enjoyable than any other time, an indescribable pleasure. After my husband finished, I lay there, completely exhausted.

After a while, my husband nudged me: "...Do you want to do it with him?" He asked earnestly.

I hadn't thought about it. If I had, it was only in a moment of impulse during sex with my husband. "

Think about it. If you want to, then do it once. Just say I'm asleep."

I knew this was my husband's way of showing affection; he often spoiled me. I didn't say anything. "Or?"

I still didn't say anything, just hugged my husband tighter and kissed him deeply. I touched his penis, and it became hard again. I whispered to him: "Do you want to do it again?" "I'll wait for you to come back," he whispered to me. I

felt like my whole body was trembling, I didn't know if it was excitement or agitation. I hugged and kissed him. He sensed that I was moved. Yes, really... I was tempted, but I felt guilty towards my husband. He gently pushed me again: "Go ahead." "

Aren't you angry?" I asked softly. "It's okay~ go ahead." He brought me a nightgown and helped me put it on, then gently pushed me off the bed.

I went to the living room and, by the light from the window, saw that Ah Feng's bedroom door wasn't closed properly. I felt hot all over. I quietly went in and stood in front of his bed. He was pretending to be asleep, one hand outside. I pulled his hand and asked: "Are you cold?" He grabbed me and asked softly: "Where is he?" "Asleep, he's sleeping soundly."

I played the role of someone cheating on my husband. Ah Feng dragged me onto the bed, and in a storm, without saying a word, I was just a little chick under his claws. He somehow managed to strip off my nightgown in no time (I wasn't wearing underwear or a bra), and then kissed me all over. My body was trembling. He grabbed my breasts and roughly squeezed and kneaded them. To be honest, it hurt a little. He sucked on my nipples with his big mouth.

Suddenly, he came in a 69 position, licking my clitoris. I felt a lot of fluid flowing out of my vagina; I didn't know if it was my own love juice or my husband's remaining semen, but I felt a flow of fluid from my vaginal opening.

Yes, his big beard slid all over my body. Was it itchy? Was it like tiny insects biting? I couldn't say. It was more excitement, an itch deep in my soul, especially when he sucked on my clitoris. The itch was so intense. I grabbed his penis, the same size, the same length, the same hardness as my husband's, but with more and thicker hair. I sucked and licked his glans hard. He couldn't take it anymore and made some moaning sounds. He put his mouth to my vaginal opening, as if his whole tongue was inside. He grabbed my thighs and stood on the bed. In that instant, I felt like I was flying, like he was going to tear me apart, to devour me whole. I went crazy, I went wild. I kept screaming, "I want it! Put it in..." I was expectant, I was yearning. He was still pressing his lips against my clitoris, sucking on it, completely ignoring me. I screamed again: I want it... I... He grabbed my legs, made me head down, and started sucking on my clitoris in a standing 69 position. I braced myself on the bed with my hands and couldn't move. Blood rushed to my head, and I felt a throbbing sensation. I screamed again: No, I can't take it anymore, I want it.

My voice was already like I was crying. He finally put me back on the bed, and I kept hitting him with my hands, but he ignored me completely. With his long, black spear, like a dragon emerging from the mountain, he thrust straight in, forcefully penetrating me like a dragon playing in the water, as if trying to pierce through the hole. I screamed wildly, my whole body drenched in sweat. He was slippery against my chest, and he cried out too. I knew he was about to ejaculate. At that moment, I also reached my climax, feeling his semen shooting into my uterine wall in spurts, washing over my uterus again and again. My uterus contracted in waves, sucking on his glans like a baby nursing, clinging tightly. Then I heard him let out a soft "ouch," and he hugged me tightly... I sucked like that four or five times in blissful pleasure. He released his grip, collapsing into my arms.

Perhaps it's because I've loved dancing since childhood and university that I have a particularly good physique. Whenever I'm deeply aroused, my uterus contracts in waves, gripping a man's glans like a baby nursing. My husband often praises me, saying that when I use my uterus to suck his glans, it's the most pleasurable moment for him.

Ah Feng ejaculated inside me, and I felt a gush of semen flow out, so much of it. A warm, blissful feeling washed over me.

Then, I remembered my husband was still in the other room, so I grabbed my nightgown and ran out of Ah Feng's room.

Entering our bedroom, I saw my husband leaning against the headboard.

When he saw me come in, he reached out to hug me.

I immediately threw myself into his arms.

He hugged me and whispered, "Was it good?" "Mmm."

He was naked, and his penis was hard. "You're not asleep?" I asked. "

No," he replied. "Did

you hear that?" I asked again. "

I sneaked to your door, and I not only heard, but I saw," he said .

"Are you angry?" I asked. "No, it was something I wanted to give you." "

Aren't you jealous?" "It was something I gave you willingly, I'm not jealous." "

Do you still love me?" Oh, my silly little darling.

I lay in his arms, hugging him tightly, and burst into tears, crying so hard.

He was at a loss, trying to comfort me.

The more he comforted me, the harder I cried, sobbing uncontrollably, like a child who had been wronged outside and cried in their mother's arms.

He kept asking me, "Did he bully you? You should have told me if you didn't want to."

I knew I owed him; everything I had now belonged to him, including every single cell in my body. After

I had cried enough, I kissed him. I reached down and touched his genitals; his little brother had gone soft from my tears, so I grabbed it and played with it until it immediately became hard.

I said to him, "Why are you so good to me?"

He finally understood why I was crying.

"Baby, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to give myself to you.

Did you enjoy it?" Actually, he had heard and seen everything, but he still asked the same question.

I said sweetly, "It felt so good."

He then asked me if it was big, long, or not. He even asked if my uterus had sucked on his glans. I said yes, it had sucked five times. He started to get excited, and so did I. We started our battle of man and woman again, and I kept shouting loudly.

When I entered the room, neither door was ajar. I shouted for a while and saw Ah Feng standing in the doorway. I whispered to my husband, "He's watching from the doorway."

Knowing that someone was watching me make love made me so excited, and I quickly reached orgasm. My husband performed really well. I thought to myself, "When my husband ejaculates, my uterus should suck on him at least six times." I sucked Ah Feng five times, and I had to make my husband feel incredibly good.

I was already weak in all four limbs, lying paralyzed on the bed, unable to move, letting the semen slowly flow out...

After resting for a while, my husband got up and used a hot towel to wipe me clean.

Recalling the pain of the past is painful, but recalling the happiness of the past often immerses me in happiness, and sometimes I can't help but want to tell someone.

I once told my female classmate that I could never describe it in such detail.

I want to write this online, but I'm afraid people will say it's fabricated, that it's fake.

I'm also afraid of attracting a lot of abuse—calling him a slut, a bad woman, a jerk, and so on. I'm especially afraid of people criticizing my husband. No matter what others think of him, in my heart, he is the best person in the world.

He's my good husband, and I will do whatever he asks me to do from now on.

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